them as two bales of merchandise. The sheriff, angrily, says, yes. I told you that already. Make them look as bright as two new pins. His honour has been contemplating how they will be mere pins in the market,pins to bolt the doors of justice, pins to play men into congress, pins to play men out of congress, pins to play a president into the white house. An old negress, one of the plantation nurses, is called into service. She commences the process of preparing them for market. They are nicely washed, dressed in clean clothes they shine out as