"Ah, no, dear Josephine," he interrupted. "Decidedly you are wrong. Go to courtswear that you hate me, loathe me, abhor meswear that life is insupportable with me, and plead for release, and the blessed old law will tell you that you are living, and must live, in holy matrimony! Go to any southern Statego to South Carolina, and state my refined and delicate cruelty. Why, Judge Somebody or other, in the next State, boasts that it is the unfading honor, as he calls it, of South Carolina, that she never has granted a divorce for any cause whatever. Well, go Northgo to New York, for instance. Why, their great Panjandrum up there, the `Tribune' manwhat's his nameGreeleyhe will tell you that you are living, and must live, in holy matrimony. Bless him!" said Mr. Lafitte, piously. "I love him. I love him well. I hate him for his Abolitionism: I love him for his views on holy matrimony. I hate him because he tries to weaken my power over my slaves: I love him because he tries to strengthen my power over you, my angel. So do the rest of them. Go to any State you like, and they will all tell you that you are living, and must live, in holy matrimony.