He had the most imposing offices--a suite of three rooms, with eke a shiny base-burner in the reception room.

His was one of the three silk hats in the town.
Thirty-five years earlier, a raw youth from old Vermont, Hollis N.
Bradley had walked into the embryonic settlement of Bloomsbury with a single law book under his arm, and naught but down upon his chin.

He pleaded his first cause before a judge who rode circuit over a territory now divided into three Congressional districts.

He won his first case, for his antagonist was even more ignorant than he.

As civilization advanced, he defended fewer men for stealing hogs, and more for murder and adultery.