Isn't it, Franks ?" "There's no sweeter tobacco comes from Virginia, and no better brand than the Three Castles," says Mr.Franks, drawing a great brass tobacco-box from his pocket, and thrusting a quid into his jolly mouth.
"You don't know what a comfort it is, sir! you'll take to it, bless you, as you grow older.

Won't he, Mr.Trail?
I wish you had ten shiploads of it instead of one.

You might have ten shiploads: I've told Madam Esmond so; I've rode over her plantation; she treats me like a lord when I go to the house; she don't grudge me the best of wine, or keep me cooling my heels in the counting-room as some folks does" (with a look at Mr.
Trail).

"She is a real born lady, she is; and might have a thousand hogsheads as easy as her hundreds, if there were but hands enough." "I have lately engaged in the Guinea trade, and could supply her ladyship with any number of healthy young negroes before next fall," said Mr.Trail, obsequiously.
"We are averse to the purchase of negroes from Africa," said the young gentleman, coldly.

"My grandfather and my mother have always objected to it, and I do not like to think of selling or buying the poor wretches." "It is for their good, my dear young sir! for their temporal and their spiritual good!" cried Mr.Trail.