Neither to the wicked, nor to the idler, is there any solid peace: _"Troubled, like the restless sea."_ I had excellent opportunities of witnessing the restless discontent and the capricious irritation of the Lloyds.

My fondness for horses--not peculiar to me more than to other boys attracted me, much of the time, to the stables.

This establishment was especially under the care of "old" and "young" Barney--father and son.

Old Barney was a fine looking old man, of a brownish complexion, who was quite portly, and wore a dignified aspect for a slave.

He was, evidently, much devoted to his profession, and held his office an honorable one.