"You talk as fluently as a Patent Office Report, my worthy Nestor; but I don't exactly perceive what my remark has to do with the colored negro."
"Why," says he, "didn't you say that the traitor Floyd found a negress down the river?"
For an instant, my boy, I felt very dizzy, and was obliged to lean my head against a tumbler for a moment.
"Your ears, my friend," says I, "are certainly long enough to hear correctly what is said to you; but this time you've made a slight mistake. I said that Floyd had found an egress down the river."
The Senator looked at me for a moment, and says he:
"Sold by a soldier! Good morning."
I wonder how those nice, pleasant, gentlemanly chaps down in South Carolina enjoy Uncle Samuel's latest hit? I can fancy their damaging effects, my boy, upon the constitution of
THE SOUTH CAROLINA GENTLEMAN.
Down in the small Palmetto State, the curious ones may find
A ripping, tearing gentleman, of an uncommon kind—