"It reminds me of the dear woman herself, gentleman, in her homely outside and her warm, loving heart underneath, and I wouldn't change any part of it for the world." "What Madeira is this, St.George ?" It was the judge who was speaking--he had not yet raised the thin glass to his lips; the old wine-taster was too absorbed in its rich amber color and in the delicate aroma, which was now reaching his nostrils.

Indeed a new--several new fragrances, were by this time permeating the room.
"It is the same, judge, that I always give you." "Not your father's Black Warrior ?" "Yes, the 1810.

Don't you recognize it?
Not corked, is it ?" "Corked, my dear man! It's a posy of roses.

But I thought that was all gone." "No, there are a few bottles still in my cellar--some--How many are there, Todd, of the Black Warrior ?" "Dat's de las' 'cept two, Marse George." "Dying in a good cause, judge--I'll send them to you to-morrow." "You'll do nothing of the kind, you spendthrift.

Give them to Kennedy or Clayton." "No, give them to nobody!" laughed Kennedy.