face.

Deacon Rosebrook thinks it is well said. Pay is the great
desideratum in everything. The Elder, though not an uncommon
southern clergyman, is the most versatile preacher to be met with in
a day's walk. Having a wonderful opinion of nigger knowledge, he
preaches to it in accordance, receiving good pay and having no
objection to the wine.

"Well, Gentlemen," Marston remarks, coolly, "I think the Elder has
borne our jokes well; we will now go and moisten our lips. The elder
likes my old Madeira-always passes the highest compliments upon it."
Having sallied about the plantation, we return to the mansion, where
Dandy, Enoch, and Sam-three well-dressed mulattoes-their hair
frizzed and their white aprons looking so bright, meet us at the
veranda, and bow us back into the parlour, as we bear our willing
testimony of the prospects of the crop. With scraping of feet,
grins, and bows, they welcome us back, smother us with compliments,
and seem overwilling to lavish their kindness. From the parlour they
bow us into a long room in the right wing, its walls being plain
boarded, and well ventilated with open seams. A table is spread with
substantial edibles,-such as ham, bacon, mutton, and fish. These
represent the southern planter's fare, to which he seldom adds those
pastry delicacies with which the New Englander is prone to decorate
his table. The party become seated as Franconia graces the festive
board with her presence, which, being an incentive of gallantry,
preserves the nicest decorum, smooths the conversation. The wine-cup
flows freely; the Elder dips deeply-as he declares it choice.
Temperance being unpopular in the south, it is little regarded at
Marston's mansion. As for Marston himself, he is merely preparing