_May 21, 1867._ I don't suppose we shall be able to make any new
additions to your collection of negro songs.[202] They sing but very
little nowadays to what they used to. Do you remember those good old
days when the Methodists used to sing up in that cotton-house at
Fuller's? Wasn't it good? They never sing any of them at the church,
and very few in their praise-meeting.
Crops on the island are looking worse than I ever saw them at this
season before.
_We are all American citizens_ now, and there has been an effort to
form a Republican party, but it has not succeeded very well yet. They
are too suspicious to be led by the whites, and there is not sense
enough in themselves to go ahead.
The last extract in the series is from a letter written by
H. W. exactly one year later, when she made a trip to Port
Royal, staying with Miss Towne and Miss Murray at St. Helena
Village. The tardy tribute of the negroes to Mr. Philbrick
makes the story complete.