He will expose Marston.
Marston's good capon sides are proof against jokes. He may crack on,
that individual says.
"My friend," interposed the Elder, "you desired me to preach to your
niggers in one style and for one purpose,-according to the rule of
labour and submission. Just such an one as your niggers would think
the right stripe, I preached, and it made your niggers wonder and
gape. I'll pledge you my religious faith I can preach a different-"
"Oh! oh! oh! Elder," interrupted Marston, "pledge something
valuable."
"To me, my faith is the most sacred thing in the world. I will-as I
was going to say-preach to your moulding and necessities. Pay for
it, and, on my word, it shall be in the cause of the South! With the
landmarks from my planter customers, I will follow to their liking,"
continues Elder Pemberton Praiseworthy, not a smile on his hard
face.
Deacon Rosebrook thinks it is well said. Pay is the great
desideratum in everything. The Elder, though not an uncommon
southern clergyman, is the most versatile preacher to be met with in
a day's walk. Having a wonderful opinion of nigger knowledge, he
preaches to it in accordance, receiving good pay and having no
objection to the wine.
"Well, Gentlemen," Marston remarks, coolly, "I think the Elder has
borne our jokes well; we will now go and moisten our lips. The elder
likes my old Madeira-always passes the highest compliments upon it."
Having sallied about the plantation, we return to the mansion, where
Dandy, Enoch, and Sam-three well-dressed mulattoes-their hair
frizzed and their white aprons looking so bright, meet us at the
veranda, and bow us back into the parlour, as we bear our willing
testimony of the prospects of the crop.
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