it were, exterior rooms, in which no small part of the family life goes on.  Many Charleston houses have their gardens to the rear, and themselves abut upon the sidewalk.  Calling at such houses, you ring at what seems to be an ordinary front door, but when the door is opened you find yourself entering not upon a hall, but upon an exterior gallery running to the full depth of the house, down which you walk to the actual house door.  In still other houses—­and this is true of some of the most notable mansions of the city, including the Pringle, Huger, and Rhett houses—­admittance is by a street door of the normal sort, opening upon a hall, and the galleries and gardens are at the side or back, the position of the galleries in relation to the house depending upon what point of the compass the house faces, the desirable thing being to get the breezes which are prevalently from the southwest and the westward.

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Charleston is very definitely two things:  It is old, and it is a city.

There is the story of a young lady who asked a stranger if he did not consider it a unique town.

He agreed that it was, and inquired whether she knew the derivation of the word “unique.”

When she replied negatively he informed her that the word came from the Latin unus, meaning “one,” and equus, meaning “a horse”; otherwise “a one-horse town.”

This tale, however, is a libel, for despite the general superstition of chambers of commerce to the contrary, the estate of cityhood is not necessarily a matter of population nor yet of commerce.  That is one of the things which, if we were unaware of it before, we may learn from Charleston.  Charleston is not great in population; it is not very great, as seaports go, in trade.  Were cities able to talk with one another as men can, and as foolishly as men often do, I have no doubt that many a hustling middle-western city would patronize Charleston, precisely as a parvenue might patronize a professor of astronomy; nevertheless, Charleston has a stronger, deeper-rooted city entity than all the cities of the Middle West rolled into one.  This is no exaggeration.  Where modern American cities strive to be like one another, Charleston strives to be like nothing whatsoever.  She does not have to strive to be something.  She is something.  She understands what most other American cities do not understand, and what, in view of our almost unrestricted immigration laws, it seems the National Government cannot be made to understand:  namely, that mere numbers do not count for everything; that there is the matter of quality of population to be considered.  Therefore, though Charleston’s white population is no greater than that of many a place which would own itself frankly a small town, Charleston knows that by reason of the character of its population it is a great city.  And that is precisely the case.  Charleston people