‘And fifty--and fifty--and fifty for Joseph--not the Hebrew.’ ‘Thirteen hundred.’ ‘Thirteen hundred--a bad number, gentlemen--don’t let him rest at thirteen hundred.’ ‘And fifty.’ ‘Thirteen hundred and fifty is said to be a lucky number in lotteries. I don’t know as it is true, but I do know that thirteen hundred and fifty dollars will not buy Joseph.’ ‘Fourteen hundred.’ ‘Well, no ticket of any lottery will cost that much; but Joseph must bring more. Fourteen hundred dollars!’ ‘And fifty.’ ‘One thousand four hundred and fifty dollars. It looks like rain; for cash will not out, and I am unable to procure a magnet which will draw gold for value received. Fourteen hundred and fifty dollars! Too small an amount for Joseph. Seventeen years only--a strong, healthy, fine-looking, intelligent boy. Fourteen hundred and fifty dollars! Gentlemen, Joseph is worth more than Harvey--upon my word! One thousand, four hundred and fifty--going! Fourteen hundred and fifty for the first--second--going? Fourteen hundred and fifty dollars--going! going! going! and last--gone! He is sold to you, sir! Please state your name.’ No. 3. John Dowson, a carpenter, thirty-five years old, (afflicted with slight hernia,) an intelligent-looking man, stands upon the platform. But as the reader would get tired of listening to every word that the auctioneer of human souls says, we will stay with some of the poor creatures, merely giving the names, age, and the price of sale of the rest. The above named John Dowson was sold for $1200. No. 4. Alfred, cooper, (injured in left leg,) 19 years of age, a strong and very honest-looking boy, brings $1550; a very small price for a first-rate cooper, but surely the price of blood for a man and a Christian! No. 5. George Bedford, field hand, 30 years, sold No. 6. Jim Ludlow, field hand, 30 years old, brings $1400. No. 7. Chap, field hand, 34 years, brings the round sum of $1000. No. 8. Henry Wood, 23 years old, for $1375. No. 9. Charles Longback, plowman and harness maker, age 35, value received, $1300. No. 10. March, field hand, 26 years old, fine-looking fellow, splendid eyes, teeth white like ivory. That dandy there, who is lighting his cigar with a fashionable Parisian silver-match, would be glad to give his gold watch with chain, and his diamond breastpin in the bargain, for March’s beautiful set of spotless teeth. But how can we see them? Is March so much pleased as to show all his teeth? No, reader! he is very, very far from laughing. His eyes are cast down; they are fixed upon the floor of the hall. But tell me why March shows his teeth? Out of rage? Yes, indeed, out of rage. Why? There is a poor young woman at his side; they call her Caroline. A Christian minister gave her that name when she was christened. She is bitterly crying; she casts a look of extreme sorrow upon her husband. Why?