y thing and
nothing, and bolted when he warn't a-shieing, the gent came back in about
a week to Coper.

" 'Mr. Coper,' says he, 'I can't get on with that hoss at all--perhaps I
don't know how to manage him; he goes on so odd that I'am afraid to ride
him; so I thought, as he was such a favorite with Mrs. Coper, you should
have him back again.'

" 'Not if you'd give me ninety pounds to do it,' says Coper, looking as
tho' he was a-going to bite the gent.

" 'Why not?' says the gent.

" 'I wouldn't go through what I have gone through,' says Coper, hitting
the stable-door with his fist enough to split it, 'not for twice the
money. Mrs. Coper never left off rowing for two days and nights, and how I
should a' stopped her, I don't know, if luck hadn't stood my friend; but I
happened to meet with a hoss the very moral of the one you've got, only
perhaps just a leetle better, and Mrs. C. took to him wonderful. I
wouldn't disturb our domestic harmony by having that hoss of yourn back
again, not for half the Bank of England.' Now the gent was a very
tender-hearted man, and believed all that Coper told him, and kept the
hoss; but what he did with him I can't think, for he was the wiciousest
screw as ever put his nose in a manger."

EDITOR'S DRAWER.

We placed on record, not long since in the "Drawer," two or three
anecdotes of the pomposity and copied manners of New England negroes, in
the olden time. Here is another one, that seems to us quite as laughable
as the specimens to which we have alluded. It is not quite certain, but
rather more than probable, that the minister who takes a part in the story
was the same clergyman who said, in conversation with a distinguished
Puritan divine, that he could "write six sermons a week and make nothing
of it." "Precisely!" responded the other; "you _would_ make _just_ nothing
of your sermons!" But to the story.

There were a good many colored people in Massachusetts many years ago, and
one of them, an old and favorite servant, was held by a clergyman in one
of the easternmost counties of the State. His name was Cuffee; and he was
as pompous and imitative as the CAESAR, whose master "libbed wid him down
on de Plains," in Connecticut. He presumed a good deal upon his age and
consequence, and had as much liberty to do as he pleased as any body in
the house. On the Sabbath he was always in the minister's pew, looking
around with a grand air, and, so far as appearances went or ind