And he won't.

He thinks the Millennium was between the fall of '49 and the spring of '50, and after that everything dropped.

He belongs to the old days, when a man's simple WORD was good for any amount if you knew him; and they say that the old bank hadn't a scrap of paper for half that was owing to it.

That was all very well, sir, in '49 and '50, and--Luck; but it won't do for '59 and '60, and--Business! And the old man can't see it." "But he is ready to fight for it now, as in the old time," said Mr.
Slate, "and that's another trouble with his chronology.

He's done more to keep up dueling than any other man in the State, and don't know the whole spirit of progress and civilization is against it." It was impossible to tell from Paul Hathaway's face whether his sympathy with Colonel Pendleton's foibles or his assent to the criticisms of his visitors was the truer.