of it," sez Ruthy. "But don't worry about it! I'll make you a present of another kerchief. It was fortinit your pocket-book wa'n't well filled. He probably took it when he helped you up the steps of Park Street Church." "Wall," says I, "if I could set my eyes on him for about two minits, I'd larn him how to break the commandments rite under the very droppin's of the sanctuary! My son 'Bijah shall complain of him to the perlice!" But Ruthy said it was too late to do ennything about it; aud, as she insisted on my goin' with her to a great store, where I picked out a rale handsome neckerchief, and she paid for it, I didn't say enny more about it; and then we went home. They had tea quite late; and Ruthy's husband, Mister Wetherell, come home, and was proper glad to see me; and 'Bijah, he'd finished his buyin', and he come in; and then we all went down into the dinin'-room. "Twould do your eyes good, Miss Pettengill, to see the chany, and cut glass, and silver forks, and teapot, and water-pot, and creamer, that stood on Ruthy Ann Wetherell's table! I declare! the President could'n't set at a handsomer spread table, nor live in a house filled with handsomer furnitur' and things. I told Ruthy that her lines was cast in pleasant places; and she don't seem a bit proud, nor lifted up, as some do when they've made out well in the world. Ruthy allers was an amible gal, and desarves everything in the shape of good fortin that's happened to her. gown she was going to wear. So we went up to Georgy's room, and there, spread out on the lounge, was the handsomest dress I ever laid eyes on! The land! I can't purtend to tell you how 'twas made, only that 'twas of sattin and white lace, and all trimmed off with buffs and ruffles, and spotted with little gold flowers; and the waist was made low in the neck, with short sleeves; and there was a lace cape all trimmed off with little gold filigree. You see, everything of wiminen's clothes now is trimmed off with this gold stuff; and they all look like troopers in full regimentals. But if you could a-seen Georgyanny when she was dressed that evenin', you'd a-sed she looked good enough to eat. Wall, Georgyanny," sed I, arter I'd seen her gown, "I expect, for sartain, you'll dance with the Prince arter this! You orter, arter goin' to all this expence! I should say 'twas extravagant to spend so much money on a single gown, if 'twan't that sech a thing only happens once in a life time!" "La, Aunty!" sez she, "you're as much of an admirer of royalty as myself, else you wouldn't hev come 'way down from New Hampshire to see him." "O no, child!" I answered back, "my Bible sez, 'Put not your trust in princes;' so you see I never should git in danger of thinkin' too much of 'em; though, the truth is, I do believe Queen Victory, this young man's mother, is a rale good woman; and I kinder wanted to see her oldest son, and make up my mind if he's goin' to rule the kingdom equal to her." "I tell you what, Ruthy Ann,” sez I, as soon as we were alone together, "I should jestlike, of all things, to go to see this young Albert Ed'ard at the tavern where he's stoppin' and have a little private talk with him, and ask him about his mother, and the way she's brought up her family to hum. He don't look a bit proud like, and I guess he'd be rale sociable." would do in the world, Aunty!" sez she. "He'll be so busy all the time, that there'll be no chance to find him; but I'll tell you who we can call on, and it'll be better: the old Revolutioner that's in the city, at the Adams House. He's a hundred and four years old, and as smart as ennybody; and it'll be rale interestin' to hear him tell about the Battle of Bunker Hill, for he fit in it against this very Prince's people. Mister Wetherill sez he'd rather shake the old veteran's hand, than dine with the hull party at the Revere House." "Wall, Ruthy, your husband has got the right sperrit," answered I, and I should be proper glad to see the old gentleman." But yet, all the time, Miss Pettengill, I'd kinder got my mind sot on seein' the Prince and hevin' a leetle talk with him, if 'twas a possible thing; though I thought I wouldn't say enny more about it then. "Then, arter we've seen the millintary parade, and the percession, we'll call on the old veteran!" sed Ruthy. "Mister Wetherell thinks we'd better not git inter the crowd on the Common (that's where the parade was), for fear we shall git crushed." "La," sez I, "I aint a mite afeard but I ken hold my own, and 'Bijah, he can keep I see Georgyanny for the fust time at supper; she's Ruthy's only darter, you know, and I hadn't looked on her pretty face sence she used ta come up here to spend her summer vacations on the farm, a leetle thing. But la, suz! she's a young lady, now, and as purty spoken and well mannered as she is handsome; for she's a picter to look at. While we all sot a-eatin' supper, Georgyanny's father, he spoke up, and sez he, "Wall, aunt, the great question with the ladies seems to be, Who will the Prince dance with at the ball to-morrow night?' It would be quite a proud event in my Georgy's life if she should be one of the honoured pardners; don't you think so?" I Wall, no, Mister Wetherell,” sez I, “I can't say as, if 'twas me, I should think so much of the honour as I should of the scarcity of the thing. If princes were as common as other folks, 'twouldn't be ennything to dance with 'em; but they're only born once in a great while, and that's what makes people run arter 'em so. Though, as you say, it is something, and'll do to tell on to your children;" and I hope you will have it to tell to your'n, Georgyanny," sed I to her. And, upon that, you never see ennybody blush up so as the gal did. You'd a thought I'd a-sed somethin' out of the way. Arter breakfast the next mornin', Ruthy Ann took me one side, and told me that Georgy was jest promised to a nice young man who'd been head clark with her father, and was goin' to be pardner one of these days; and that she was a-goin' to the Prince's ball that night with him; and she asked me if I didn't want to see her "It never off the pickpockets. Howsomever, I shan't take ennything in my pocket to-day but an old red silk handkercher that's seen some sarvice; and if any young feller takes that, he must be dredfully in want of suthin' to wipe his nose on !" So that forenoon we started out-Mister Wetherell aud his wife, and 'Bijah and me. Georgyanny, she'd gone off airly with her young man: a proper gentleman too he was! Well, arter ridin' down town in one of them street railroads, Mister Wetherell, he sed we'd all | better go to oue of the houses in Bacon street that fronted the Common, where one of his friends lived; and Ruthy and I could set at the winder, and see the whole, while he and 'Bijah could wait for us outside. So, arter a good deal of pushin' and crowdin' we got into the house, and were fortinit enough to be airly and be dre'dful welcome. And there we had a grand sight, and sot for four mortal hours; though it did'nt seem so long. Fust, the percession come out of the State-House, where the Governor had treated the Prince and his folks rale nice; and then they marched onto the Common, the millintary and all, the perlice clearin' the track and drivin' folks this way and t'other. The Prince he rid on the splendidest black hoss, that stepped off as grand as if he was king of all the Boston hosses-and he had on a red coat and hat, and sojer fixin's-the Prince I mean, not the hoss. And then the Common was crowded; and the millintary had the greatest show you ever did see. I thought the great muster up to Nashua beat all, and wouldn't a-believed that any troopers could a-gone ahead of the Governor's Horse Guards; but, my stars! the muster wa'n't a sarcumstance to this! Such a host of trainers, all on horseback, in red regimentals-dragooners and lancets they called 'em; and then the malicious companies, all a-walkin' afoot in solemn phalanx-why, 'twas enough to make you think the Revolution was comin' rite over agin! And then the bands a-playin', and the cannons a-firin'; la, suz Miss Pettengill, if I'd a been a young man I'd a got rite up and sung Yankee Doodle in the midst of it all, though I s'pose it would a kind of grated on the ears of this young sprig of a king, 'coz, you know, that was a tune his ancestors couldn't seem to bear ennyhow. Wall, bymeby, arter all the prancin' and firin', and paradin' on the Common was through, they formed into a percession ag'in; and the Prince he got into a baroosh with the Governor, and the Mare, and some of his English folks who'd come over with him; and the sojers j'ined in afore and behind, and the bands a-playin'; and they toted him all over the city ag'in, up one street and down another, till I should a-thought they'd all got clean tuckered out together. 'Twas dre'dful tejus like! Where they kerried him to, arter that, I disremember, to hear the school children sing, I believe; but Ruthy and our folks we come away then, to go and see the old Revolutioner. As we come along the streets, and I see the red and white flags and strips of cloth festered from oue house to another, sez I to Mister Wetherell, "I should think all Bostin was puttin' her winter flannells on!" and that tickled him amazin'ly; seems as if he never'd git done laffin' about it. I hain't got leesure now to tell you abont our visit to the old gentleman, shall have to let that go till some other time; but Mister Wetherell and 'Bijah, they talked with him, and got his picter on a piece of white paper-polygraff, they called it-to bring home with us; you'll find it in the family Bible on that light stand, Miss Pettengill! Arter that, it began to grow dark, and we all went home. Georgyanny, she went up stairs to dress for the ball rite arter supper; and sakes alive! Miss Pettengill, I wish you could a-seen that gal when she come down all dressed! She looked jest like picters of Cinderrilly in the old story books; and I told Ruthy she orter to have glass slippers on. Her young manMister Hunt's his name he looked proper proud of her when he wrapped her shawl round her when the kerridge driv' up. The next mornin', bright and airly, we had breakfast-Mr. and Miss Wetherell, and 'Bijah, and I, for Ruthy's husband is a rale bizness hand, and allers goes to his store airly; and 'Bijah he'd concluded he must go home in the fust train. Ruthy, she'd hung on for me to stay the week out and over Sunday, so I told 'Bijah I'd walk a piece with him on his way down to the depôt. Ruthy said she'd bet I should git lost. "But," sez I, "I guess not! I've larned the way purty well onto Washington-street, and I'll jest keep my eye on the Old South steeple and hev that for a kind of landmark." So we sot out. Arter we'd got quite a piece down, 'Bijab, he sez, "Now mother, you'd better go back. Walk straight up this street, and then turn off to the right into another street." I've forgot it now, but he giv' me the directions. So I bid him good-by, and telled him I should be to hum by Tuesday, and he must go over and look arter Arty and the hired man, and then I set out back alone. You see, it was about halfarter eight then, and I jest thought I'd do what I meant to all along-go and hev my little visit to see the Prince. I hadn't sed ennything about it to 'Bijah and the rest, but I had'nt gin it up. I tell you, Miss Pettengill, I'd gone all the way to Boston a-purpose to see Queen Victory's son, and I didn't mean to come back to Bosc'wine without hevin' a talk with him. So I jest inquired of the folks I met the way to the Revere House-I'd heard Ruthy tell the name of the tavern where he stopped-and went straight ahead, through thick and thin-and there was a master-crowd-and at last I got to the door. 'Twas a powerful handsome great stone-house, much as six or seven stories high a good deal bigger 'n the State House over to Concord ever begun to be. Wall, mebbe the folks on the steps thought I belonged there was a boarder, or the landlord's wife, or something-for they jest made way for me, and nobody sed a word till I got to go back to Bosc'wine, up in New Ham'shire, without hevin' it to tell of that I'd spoke to Queen Victory's boy, for I've great respeck for the mother that's brought up sech a family of children so well as your'n has. I hope I don't intrude, Mr. Wales?" inside the great front entry, and went up-stairs. | chied, and sez I, "Mister Wales, I didn't want As I was goin' along the long gallery, a-lookin' at the beautiful flowers they'd been and put there to make it look like a great flower-garden, there stepped up a man dressed in a handsome dark-blue suit with bright buttons, and a star on the left lappel of his coat, and white gloves on, and sez he, "Madam, this is the way to the I kinder thought the young man was touched Prince's rooms, and probably you've mistook by my speakin' so about his marm; for though it." Sez I back, "It's an accident a-purpose, the big man with red whiskers sort of stared mister. Be you the landlord ?" "No, ma'am," and pussed up his lips, Albert Ed'ard, he jest answered he; "I'm the perlice ossifer on duty smiled, and sed he, "Oh, no intrusion, ma'am ! here. Would you like to see Mr. Stevens ?" Won't you walk in? So in I follered him inter "La, I thought most likely you was him your- his room, and it was rale splendid, Miss Pettenself," sez I-for he was a proper handsome, gill-jest as you used to read about in the large man, with great black whiskers and a rale Arabian Nights' and then he bowed, and pleasant look to his eye. "Wall, yes, you may asked me to set down, the big red-whiskered speak to him if you're a mind ter, for I come a man a-lookin' on all the time, and the others puppose to ask him to show me the way to the a-starin'. I didn't like his looking at me so, Prince's room." Hev you any message, arrant, anny too well; and I guess the Prince knowed ma'am?" asked he. Nothin', Mister Perlice, it, for sez he, kinder low, "Oh, never mind only I come to hev a little spell of talk with him! I never do. He's only the Juke, and let's him. If he hain't got up, I ken wait, for I me do purty much as I'm a mind ter. I told s'pose the young man is kinder gin out, up our folks to hum, that I wouldn't come on this a-dancin' all night. Our folks that went to the long visit at all if I couldn't have a good time ball wa'n't up neither when I come out. P'r'aps of it, and purty much my own way!" "Well, I'm too airly?" Upon that the perliceman you hev had a good time, I s'pose, Albert he looked kinder sorry, as if he didn't want to Ed'ard ?" sez I. "Tain't every young man of disapp'int me, and he sed, rale perlite, sez he, your age as has sech a to-do made over him. "I'm railly sorry, ma'am, but I'm afeared it'll Now, if my Arty-he's my youngest son, and be impossible for you to hev audience with the kerries on the old place to hum-(my name's Prince. He's now at breakfast, and-" "I Ward, Miss Sophrony Ward; I forgot to menken wait," sez I, breakin' in upon him; "and tion it!) if my son Arty should go to England, if you'll jest tell me which is his sittin'-room, I shouldn't expect ennything of the kind. And I'll go in and set a spell till he's done eatin'." all the odds between you two is, you happened "The best way would be to go into the ladies' to be born Victory's son, and Arty didn't. parlor, and send up your keard," sez he, arter Otherways, you look a deal alike: the shape of thinkin' a minnit and lookin' kinder puzzled. your nose and his'n is just about the same, only "Ring the bell, and when the servant comes his is kinder hooked at the end. 'Bout the give him your keard, and he'll kerry it to same age, too, I guess. Lemme see; Albert his highness. That's eliquet!" La, suz, Miss Ed'ard, how old be you?" "Nineteen, ma'am," Pettengill, that seemed queer enough to me, sed he, and he sort of smiled rale purty, and and I up and told him. Sez I, "Du tell, Mis-showed his teeth, and then he asked, ter Perlice, if they use keards down here to Bostin? I hadn't the faintest idee on't or I'd gone up into the garret, and hunted mine up, and brought 'em along. I hain't used 'em this fifteen year or more-sence they got the factories to spinnin' and weavin' so fast over to Manchester. It seems sort of slow work, keardin' by hand now." Upon that the handsome perliceman kinder smiled wider, and sez he, "Oh, ma'am, you mistook me. I meant a little piece of white pasteboard with your name writ or printed on it. But I'm really afeard, ma'am, that waitin' here will do no good. Hadn't you better step inter the ladies' parlor, ma'am?" I don't know, Miss Pettengill, but I should a-gone, but jest then a long file of folks come along the gallery, and rite in the middle of e'm I see the Prince; so I jest stood my ground, and stepped a leetle forrard to be ready to speak to him when he come by. There was a big man with red whiskers a-walkin' alongside of him, and a dozen or more English folks: but I didn't mind 'em no more 'n nothin' at all; and when the young man was rite off against me I cur "May I inquire, ma'am, if it was your son, Artemas Ward, I had the honour of a talk with in Canady when I was there? He was a showman Mister Ward was." "No, I guess it must a-been some other of the name," sed I. "My son never was in Canady; besides, his name ain't 'Artemas,' it's Artaxerxes; his father liked the name better'n I, though it allers seemed kinder nateral like. It's in the Catechism, you know "Xerxes the Great did die, And so must you and I." And so I s'pose that's where husband took it from, Arter Xerxes,' you see! But, as I was a-sayin', it couldn't a-been my son, you see, though Arty allers sez, Sho, now!' when he's kinder surprised, and he'd be jest as likely 's not to say it to you as to ennybody. But Arty, he's to work on the old place; and it's to tell him about it that I wanted to hev a little talk with you, and ask about your folks to hum. Your marm, she's well, I s'pose, and all the rest ?" 66 "Oh," sez I, your grandniece, ma'am." "Dance all night till broad daylight, And go home with the Juke in the mornin'!' Albert Ed'ard, he kept lookin' more 'n more pleased every time I mentioned Victory; and he answered, "Yes, 'm, they were all in purty good health and sperrits last time I heard from 'em. Mother 'n father, they've gone on a visit to Prushy, to see my sister Victory Adelaide; she's settled there, p'r'aps you know?" "Du tell!" sez I. "I'm glad to hear it. I remember readin' in the papers all about your sister's gettin' married and settin' up housekeepin'. Your ma 'll git her children merried off purty fast, I reckon. She's begun right; the oldest fust. Let down the bars for one, and the rest'll all foller! S'pose 'twon't be long afore you'll"Georgyanny, she wa'n't up when I come; begin to be sparkin' arter the gals?" and upon young folks will be young folks, and you'll hev this Albert Ed'ard kinder smiled. Wall, your to do up a lot of sleepin' bymeby, to pay for ma's brought up a large family; and she must bein' kep up so late of nights. I stole off airly, a-had a hard time on't, bringin' 'em all through to ketch ye before they begun to tote ye round the measles, and hoopin'-cough, and sech; and to-day. You must get orful tired, Albert she orter take some comfort with 'em when they Ed'ard?" "Oh, la, I don't mind it," sez he; git older and settled down in homes of their "young hearts light heels.' Enny time, I own. But I'm makin' a dredful long call; and, could besides, I'm master 'feard that the Juke and them other folks of your'n don't like my sittin' here and talkin' with you; they keep a-lookin' kind of hard. Did all them come over with you?" Yes," said Albert Ed'ard, "they're my sweet." Hum! I should say some on 'em looked sour!" sez I, kinder short and piecrusty; for, if there's ennything under the canopy I do hate, Miss Pettengill, it is to be stared at. Jest then there come a tap at the door, and in come a great black servant, black as the ace of spades, all dressed off in a kind of uniform; a rale nigger, and with white kid | gloves on; and he handed some letters to the Prince on a little silver waiter, saying, "Your Royal 'Ighness, 'ere's some Henglish letters jest harrived by the steam-ship Harabia !"" The Prince, he took up the letters and looked proper pleased. They're from your ma and folks, I s'pose?" sez I, "and I'm rale glad you've got 'em. That s' one of your sweet, too, I s'pose?" and I kinder sniffled when the nigger past me, out the door. La, Miss Pettengill, I wish you could a-heard Albert Ed'ard laff then! He jest went at it rale hearty and boylike, 'sif he injoyed it; and the Juke, he couldn't help a-smilin' too. 66 66 I was a-goin' then, but I just thought I'd stop a minnit more, and ask the Prince about the ball. "So," sez I, "I s'pose you had a proper good time last-night to the ball; and, before I go, I should jest like to inquire if you danced with my niece's darter Georgyanny Wetherell? I told her mother that Georgy looked as handsome as Cinderilly when her godmother come and took her to the Prince's ball, in the chariot made out of a punkin, and the mice for hosses; and I'd bet ennything she'd dance with the Prince, too!" "I danced with several very handsome young ladies," sez Albert Ed'ard, "and should a-been glad to a-danced with more; but, to please the Governor and the Mare, and some other public dignytaries, I had to dance once in a-while with the merried ones. I seem to disremember about He gits kind of tuckered out, but I feel fustrate next day." "Wall," sez I, a-gettin' up for good then, "I must be a-goin' now, and giv you a chance ter read your letters! I'm proper glad I come down to see you, and much obleeged for your politenance, I'm shore; and if you only had time to stop, and come up to our place in Bosc'wine-close by to Concord, the capital of the State-I'd try to show you that New Ham'shire farmin' folks know how to treat people that's been perlite to 'em. I ain't a mite sorry I come down to Bostin, for I've seen the old pensioner and the young Prince. La! who'd a-thought, when our merlishy was a-fi'tin' the British reg'lars over to Bunker Hill, eighty year ago and up'ards, that the posterity of old King George and the last end of the Revolutioners should a-had a good social set down together, as I hear you'n he did yisterday? We read in the Scriptur, how the time shall come when the lion and the lamb shall lay down together; but Mister Wetherell, Ruthy Ann's husband, sez this is the lion, and the unicorn, and the 'Merican eagle all bein' in the same cage ter once. Ennyhow, I'm proper thankful you come over to see us, Albert Ed'ard; and I hope you'll come ag'in an' stay longer, and yer marm'll come too! Here's a rale nice Bald'in apple I happen to hev in my pocket-it come from the old place up ter Bosc'wine, growed in the corner orchard, and mebbe you'll kerry it home to yer ma'am with my respecks, Miss Sophrony Ward, Bosc'wine, New Ham'shire ?" and I gin it rite inter his hand. "I'm much obleeged to you, I'm shore, ma'am !" sez Albert Ed'ard, and he made a proper perlite bow and laid the Bald'in on the silver waiter 'long of the letters; "and if you'll wear this ring, p'r'aps it'll sarve as a remembrancer of the Prince of Wales when he is in his own country mind. ag'in!" An' if you'll believe it, Miss Pettengill, site handsomer'n red ones, enny day, to my he up and took a beautiful ring rite off of his own finger and gin to me. I'll git it and show it to you! I keep it in a little box, on cotton wool in my upper drawer. There! ain't it a rale beauty? La, you'd orter seen how supprised they ware to Ruthy Ann's when showed it to 'em arter I got hum! They sed they wouldn't a-believed I'd had a talk with the Prince if 'twa'n't fur that evvydence; and it turned out, arter all, that Georgyanny hadn't danced with Albert Ed'ard, only touched his hand in the same set; and her father he sed her old Aunt Sophrony'd got ahead of her time," complete. But I'm gettin' kinder out of breath myself, a-tellin' about my visit to see the Prince of Wales, and you must be shorter tired settin' there so long and harkenin', Miss Pettengill. If II could stop now, I'd tell you about the rest of my visit to Ruthy Ann's-how she and I went out a-shoppin' together, and then we went to Mount Orburn, the most butiful graveyard you ever see, with the handsomest moniments for tombstones, and a meetin'-'us in the middle of the yard, with three or four marble figures"statoots," she called 'em-cut out to remember some great men by; and then, Monday, we went over to Charleston, to the Bunker Hill Meniment; and Tuesday, though they all kept urgin' me to stop longer, I had to come home, for I felt kinder anxious about Arty and things up here on the old place, and sez I to Ruthy: "I should admire to; but my fall work's comin' on, apples to string, and presarves to make, and everything to see ter." So I started off. As I was sayin', I should like to tell you all, but there ain't time this mornin'; but ef you'll stop ter dinner, Miss Pettengill-do, now! I guess them apple dumplin's'll be done to a charm!-and arter dinner I'll set down and tell you the rest; though I must say, Miss Pettengill, amongst all the great sights I see down in Bostin, the best and greatest was my visit to see the Prince! Wall, I thanked the Prince as well as I knowed how, and made a low curchy, and told him I was shore I wished the Bald'in apple was a berrill on 'em inste'd of one, to kerry home to Victory, and then I bid him good-by and come away. The Juke and the rest, they all bowed rale perlite when I was a-comin' out, for they'd seen what a good talk Albert Ed'ard and I'd had together. You never see a man so clever as that perlice ossifer was when I passed by him in the entry. He was rale likely lookin', I ken tell you, Miss Pettengill, and handsome enough to be a Juke or a Lord hisself. "Tain't all the good looks that is gi'n to "Lords, Dukes, and Earls, and folks of high renown,' as the old song used to say; and black whiskers are 'nuff BRAZIL AND BRAZILIAN SOCIETY. Translated from the "Revue des Deux Mondes," THE FESTIVAL. BY ASHER HALL. The next day the senhor's festival took place. I should be more exact, perhaps, to say the festival of the negroes. In the morning punishments were revoked, and the prisons thrown open. A padre of the neighbourhood came and celebrated mass in a large storehouse, which had been temporarily transformed into a chapel. A table, covered with a cloth, served as an altar. Outside were crouched several hundred slaves of both sexes, of all ages, and of every complexion. I was watching the little half-naked negroes, whining like young wild-cats upon their mother's knees, the tame monkeys gravely foraging on the heads of the young negresses, the parrots screeching Quer cafe? (want some coffee?) and the dogs running hither and thither among the groups, when, at a signal given by the sacristan, the choir of negresses commenced a religious hymn. It was a mixture of wild exclamations-an indescribable clucking -strange sounds, in which there was nothing human, and which would defy analysis by the most skilful ear. The negroes took up the refrain at the end of each strophe, and completed the tumult. Things were carried to such a point, that the dog of my guide, which had hitherto been content to play with the monkeys, suddenly got excited at the noise, and began barking at the negroes. His example was soon followed by all his kindred of the estate, and the din shortly became unbearable. Fortunately, the padre went earnestly to work, and mass was soon said. When the crowd had dispersed, I approached the priest and asked him to what language those strange utterances belonged. He confessed that he did not know, and that he had never taken the trouble to inform himself"E costume" (it is the custom)-he added in conclusion. After mass the slaves ranged themselves in line in the court-yard to be reviewed. They formed in double rank, parallel to the mansion |