That is one style of men Governor Claiborne is going to have on his hands.

The town will presently be as full of them as my pocket is of tobacco crumbs,--every one of them with a Spanish grant as long as Clark's ropewalk and made up since the rumor of the Cession." "I hear that some of Honore Grandissime's titles are likely to turn out bad,--some of the old Brahmin properties and some of the Mandarin lands." "Fudge!" said Dr.Keene.
There was also the subject of rotation in office.

Would this provisional governor-general himself be able to stand fast?
Had not a man better temporize a while, and see what Ex-Governor-general Casa Calvo and Trudeau were going to do?
Would not men who sacrificed old prejudices, braved the popular contumely, and came forward and gave in their allegiance to the President's appointee, have to take the chances of losing their official positions at last?
Men like Camille Brahmin, for instance, or Charlie Mandarin: suppose Spain or France should get the province back, then where would they be?
"One of the things I pity most in this vain world," drawled Doctor Keene, "is a hive of patriots who don't know where to swarm." The apothecary was drawn into the discussion--at least he thought he was.

Inexperience is apt to think that Truth will be knocked down and murdered unless she comes to the rescue.

Somehow, Frowenfeld's really excellent arguments seemed to give out more heat than light.