"Yes, Buchanan will carry the State, Grey, but by no large majority." "And the general election ?" asked the cousin.
"Yes, that is my fear.

He will be elected." Ann, who dreaded these discussions, had just now a reproachful political conscience.

She glanced at her husband expecting him to defend his beliefs.

He was silent, however, while Grey exclaimed, "Fear, sir--fear?
You surely cannot mean to say--to imply that the election of a black Republican would be desirable." He laid down his fork and was about to become untimely eloquent--Rivers smiled--watching the Squire and his wife, as Penhallow said: "Pardon me, Grey, but I cannot have my best mutton neglected." "Oh, yes--yes--but a word--a word.

Elect Fremont--and we secede.