If the different grades of race and society did not have corresponding moral and civil liberties, varying in degree as they vary--h-why! _this_ community, at least, would go to pieces! See here! Professor Frowenfeld is charged with misdemeanor.

Very well, who is he?
Foreigner or native?
Foreigner by sentiment and intention, or only by accident of birth?
Of our mental fibre--our aspirations--our delights--our indignations?
I answer for you, Joseph, yes!--yes! What then?
H-why, then the decision! Reached how?
By apologetic reasonings?
By instinct, sir! h-h-that guide of the nobly proud! And what is the decision?
Not guilty.

Professor Frowenfeld, _absolvo te!_" It was in vain that the apothecary repeatedly tried to interrupt this speech.

"Citizen Fusilier, do you know me no better ?"--"Citizen Fusilier, if you will but listen!"-- such were the fragments of his efforts to explain.

The old man was not so confident as he pretended to be that Frowenfeld was that complete proselyte which alone satisfies a Creole; but he saw him in a predicament and cast to him this life-buoy, which if a man should refuse, he would deserve to drown.
Frowenfeld tried again to begin.
"Mr.Fusilier--" "Citizen Fusilier!" "Citizen, candor demands that I undeceive--" "Candor demands--h-my dear Professor, let me tell you exactly what she demands.