that nor haint no objection to their feelin bad about the poor niggers, so long as they like our cash and take our cotton. Thats where the pins drove in while it hangs they wouldnt be bad friends with us for the world. You may, mr. Romescos, suspend your remarks, says the vender, looking indignant, as he thrusts his right hand into his bosom, and attempts a word of introduction. Romescos must have his last word he never says die while he has a word at hand. The majors love must be credited, gentlemen hes a