hose of the world in general.

The next morning, just as Mr. Weston had finished his paper, Bacchus came
in with a pair of boots, shining astonishingly. "I believe," said Mr.
Weston, "I won't put them on yet, our ladies have not come down to
breakfast, and its hardly time, for it is but half-past nine o'clock; I
think it must have been morning when they came home."

"Yes sir," said Bacchus; "they aint awake yet, Aunt Marthy tells me."

"Well, let them sleep. I have breakfasted, and I will sit here and enjoy
this good fire, until they come."

Bacchus lingered, and looked as if he could not enjoy any thing that
morning.

"Any thing the matter, Bacchus?" said Mr. Weston.

"Well," said Bacchus, "nothin more I 'spose than what I had a right to
expect of 'em. Simon's got to go. I done all I could for him, but it aint
nothin, after all."

"What could you do?" said Mr. Weston.

"Well, master, I was nigh asleep last night, when all at once I thought
'bout dis here Abolition gentleman, Mr. Baker, that boards long wid us.
Now, thinks I, he is a mighty nice kind of man, talks a heap 'bout God and
the Gospel, and 'bout our duty to our fellow-creaturs. I know'd he had a
sight of money, for his white servant told me he was a great man in Boston,
had a grand house thar, his wife rode in elegant carriages, and his
children has the best of every thing. So, I says to myself, he aint like
the rest of 'em, he don't approve of stealing, and lying, and the like o'
that; if he thinks the Southern gentlemen oughter set all their niggers
free, why he oughter be willin to lose just a little for one man; so I went
straight to his room to ask him to buy Simon."

"That was very wrong, Bacchus," said Mr. Weston, sternly. "Don't you know
your duty better than to be interfering in the concerns of these people? I
am excessively mortified. What will this gentleman think of me?"

"Nothin', master," said Bacchus. "Don't be oneasy. I told him I come to ax
him a favor on my own 'sponsibility, and that you didn't know nothin' about
it. Well, he axed me if I wanted a chaw of tobacco. 'No sir,' says I, 'but
I wants to ax a little advice.' 'I will give you that with pleasure,' says
he.

"'Mr. Baker,' says I, 'I understands you think God made us all, white and
colored, free and equal; and I knows you feels great pity for de poor
slaves that toils and frets in de sun, all their lives like beasts, and
lays down and dies like beasts, clean forgot like 'e