"Nearing threescore years and ten, the allotted span as set down by the Psalmist--once man of fashion, soldier, statesman and lawgiver--and makes his bed with a hoe! What a history!" muttered the judge with weary melancholy, as one groping hand found the jug while the other found the glass.

There was a pause, while he profited by this fortunate chance.
"Well, take the bed," he resumed hospitably.
"I can sleep most anywhere.

I ain't no ways particular," said Hannibal.
"I say, take the bed!" commanded the judge sternly.

And Hannibal quickly retired behind the quilt.

"Do you find it comfortable ?" the judge asked, when the rustling of the shuck tick informed him that the child had lain down.
"Yes, sir," said the boy.
"Have you said your prayers ?" inquired the judge.
"No, sir.