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               A New Orleans Belle
doesn�t do justice to her.   She sang several
songs at the piano, brilliantly, her husband
accompanying her.  Both of them were very
musical.        Harris was a Baltimorean by birth,
a cotton-broken
by business, a
man of about
forty, with
blackish curl-
ing hair, a
moustache and
a shaven face,
the last marked
and wrinked.
He might have
been mistaken
for a musician
or an actor.
He was very
enthusiastic and
demonstrative in

[photograph]
Mrs Lizzie Harris.

[Gunn�s diary continued]
				manner, so
				much so as
				to get snub-
				bed by his
				wife, in
				whom I de-
				tected sundry
				indications of
				marital au-
				thority.  Both
				were very
				well-bred
				persons with
				the exception
				of their in-
				evitable ten-
				dency to talk
abuse of Yankees and bore you about the insti-
tuitions and superiority of the South.      My being
an Englishman put them at ease, and I didn�t
protrude, though I didn�t disaow my uncondi-
tional Tribune sentiments.  Mrs Harris was a
New Orleans belle, a Creole and native of the
[unclear word]. She had known Gen. Butler very well