Todd, get some glasses and bring me that bottle of Madeira--the one there on the sideboard!" Here he took the precious fluid from Todd's hand and holding high the crusted bottle said with a dry smile--one his friends knew when his irony was aroused: "That wine, gentlemen, saw the light at a time when a man locked his money in an iron box to keep outside thieves from stealing it; to-day he locks his money in a bank's vault and locks the thieves in with it.

Extraordinary, is it not, how we gentlemen trust each other?
Here, Todd, draw the cork!...

Slowly....

Now hand me the bottle--yes--Clayton, that's the same wine that you and Kennedy liked so much the night we had Mr.Poe with us.

It is really about all there is left of my father's Black Warrior of 1810.