What a wretched looking class they are, too! lazy and dirty; these are the consequences of taking bad advice." "Well, master," said Bacchus, "I wish to de Lord we could take 'em all to Virginny, and give 'em a good coat of tar and feathers; thar's all them feathers poor Aunt Peggy had in them barrels.

We aint got no call for 'em at home.

I wish we could put 'em to some use.

I wouldn't like no better fun than to spread de tar on neat, and den stick de feathers on close and thick." "Well, Bacchus," said Mr.Weston, "its near bedtime, and I am not well; so I will retire." "Certainly, master; you must 'scuse me, I'm afeard I've kep you up; I felt mightily for them poor creaturs, thar.

Lor', master, I aint nigh so weakly as you, and think I nussed you, and used to toat you on my back when you was a little boy.