"Your word is quite sufficient, Mr. Felsh," returns Fetter, his eyes
half closed, as he waves his hand, adding that he is perfectly
posted on the case cited. "Page 499, I think you said?" he
continues, placing his thumbs in his waistcoat armlets, with an air
of indifference.
"Yes, your honour," rejoins Felsh, with a polite bow. His honour,
ordering a glass of water mixed with a little brandy, Mr. Felsh
continues:--"The case, gentlemen, before you, is that of the 'State
v. Nicholas.' This case, gentlemen, and the committal of the heinous
crime for which he stands arraigned before you, has excited no small
amount of interest in the city. It is one of those peculiar cases
where intelligence creeps into the property interest of our noble
institution-the institution of slavery-makes the property restless,
disobedient to the will and commands of the master, disaffected to
the slave population, and dangerous to the peace and the progress of
the community. Now, gentlemen" (his honour has dropped into a
moderate nap-Mr. Felsh pauses for a moment, and touches him gently
on the shoulder, as he suddenly resumes his wonted attention, much
to the amusement of those assembled) "you will be told by the
witnesses we shall here produce, that the culprit is an exceedingly
intelligent and valuable piece of property, and as such might, even
now, be made extremely valuable to his master"--Mr. Grabguy is in
court, watching his interests!-"who paid a large sum for him, and
was more than anxious to place him at the head of his manufacturing
establishment, which office he was fully capable of filling.
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