The bolt had struck home. Randolph had buried his face in his hands,--"I am one of these hybrids," he muttered in agony; "at war at the same time, with the race of my father and my mother." "But, how would you remedy this evil?" he asked, without raising his head. "Remove the whole race to Africa," responded Lynn. "How can this be done?" "By one effort of southern will. Instead of attempting to defend the system, let the southern people resolve at once, that the _presence of the black race_, is the greatest curse that can befall America. This resolution made, the means will soon follow. One-fourth the expenses of a five years' war would transport the negroes to Africa. One-twentieth part of the sum, which will be expended in the next ten years (I say nothing of the past) in the quarrel of north and south, about this matter, would do the work and do it well. And then, _free from the black race_, the south would go to work and mount to her destiny." "But, what will become of the race, when they are transported to Africa?" "If they are really of the human family, they will show it, by the civilization of Africa. They will establish a Nationality for the Negro, and plant the arts on seashore and desert. Apart from the white race, they can rise into their destiny." "And if nothing is done?" interrupted Randolph. "If the south continues to defend, and the north to quarrel about slavery,--if instead of making one earnest effort to do something with the evil, they break down national good-feeling, and waste millions of money in mutual threats,--why, in that case, it needs no prophet to foretell the future of the south. That future will realize one of two conditions--" He paused, and after a moment, repeated with singular emphasis, "_St. Domingo!--St. Domingo!_" "And the other condition," said Randolph. "The whole race will be stript of all its noble qualities, and swallowed up in a race, composed of black and white, and cursing the very earth they tread. In the south, the white race will in time be _annihilated_. That garden of the world, composed, I know not of how many states,--extending from the middle states to the gulf, and from the Atlantic to the Mississippi,--will repeat on a colossal scale, the horrible farce, which the world has seen, in the case of St. Domingo." Bernard Lynn again filled his goblet, and slowly sipped the brandy, while the fire faded from his eyes, the corners of his mouth fell,--his face became faded and haggard again. Randolph, seated near him, his elbow on his knee, and his forehead supported by his hand, was buried in thought. His face was averted from the light: the varied emotions which convulsed it in every lineament, were concealed from the observation of Bernard Lynn. Thus they remained for a long time, each buried in his own peculiar thoughts.