The Whipping Post is hard by, but its occupation is gone.

Indeed, all these appendages of slavery have gone into entire disuse, and Time is doing his work of dilapidation upon them.

We fancied we could see in the marketers, as they walked in and out at the doorless entrance of the Lock-up House, or leaned against the Whipping Post, in careless chat, that harmless defiance which would prompt one to beard the dead lion.
Returning from the market we observed a negro woman passing through the street, with several large hat boxes strung on her arm.

She accidentally let one of them fall.

The box had hardly reached the ground, when a little boy sprang from the back of a carriage rolling by, handed the woman the box, and hastened to remount the carriage.
CHRISTMAS.
During the reign of slavery, the Christmas holidays brought with them general alarm.