“No! no! go from me. Attempt not again to lay your cruel hands upon me!” The goaded woman struggles from his grasp, and shrieks for help at the very top of her voice. And as the neighbors come rushing up stairs, Mr. Keepum valorously betakes himself into the street. Mad- dened with disappointment, and swearing to have revenge, he seeks his home, and there muses over the “curious woman’s” unswerving resolution. “Cruelty!” he says to himself—“she charges me with cruelty! Well,” (here he sighs) “it’s only because she lacks a bringing up that can appreciate a gentleman.” (Keepum could never condescend to believe himself less than a very fine gentleman.) “As sure as the world the creature is somewhat out in the head. She fancies all sorts of things-shame, disgrace, and ruin!—only because she don’t understand the quality of our morality-that’s all! There’s no harm, after all, in these little enjoyments-if the girl would only understand them so. Our society is free from pedantry; and there-no damage can result where no one’s the wiser. It’s like stealing a blush from the cheek of beauty-nobody misses it, and the cheek continues as beautiful as ever.” Thus philosophizes the chivalric gentleman, until he falls into a fast sleep. CHAPTER XLI. IN WHICH JUSTICE IS SEEN TO BE VERY ACCOMMODATING. A few days have elapsed, Maria has just paid a visit to her father, still in prison, and may be seen looking in at Mr. Keepum’s office, in Broad street. “I come not to ask a favor, sir; but, at my father’s request, to say to you that, having given up all he has in the world, it can do no good to any one to continue him in durance, and to ask of you-in whom the sole power rests-that you will grant him his release ere he dies?” She addresses Mr. Keepum, who seems not in a very good temper this morning, inasmuch as several of his best negroes, without regard to their value to him, got a passion for freedom into their heads, and have taken themselves away. In addition to this, he is much put out, as he says, at being compelled to forego the pleasure held out on the previous night, of tarring and feathering two northerners suspected of entertaining sentiments not exactly straight on the “peculiar question.” A glorious time was expected, and a great deal of very strong patriotism wasted; but the two unfortunate individuals, by some means not yet discovered, got the vigilance committee, to whose care they were entrusted, very much intoxicated, and were not to be found when called for. Free knives, and not free speech, is our motto. And this Mr. Keepum is one of the most zealous in carrying out.