a common incident shortly told
the dead body of mr. lawrence m'fadden, whose heart was strong with love of southern democracy, lies upon two pine-boards, ghastly and unshrouded, in a wretched slave-pen. romescos, surrounded by admiring friends, has found his way to the gaol, where, as is the custom, he has delivered himself up to its keeper. he has spent a good night in that ancient establishment, and on the following morning finds his friends vastly increased. they have viewed him as rather desperate now and then; but, knowing he is brave withal, have "come to the rescue" on the present occasion. these frequent visits he receives with wonderful coolness and deference, their meats and drinks (so amply furnished to make his stay comfortable) being a great godsend to the gaoler, who, while they last, will spread a princely table.
brien moon, esq.-better known as the good-natured coroner-has placed a negro watchman over the body of the deceased, on which he proposes to hold one of those curious ceremonies called inquests. brien moon, esq. is particularly fond of the ludicrous, is ever ready to appreciate a good joke, and well known for his happy mode of disposing of dead dogs and cats, which, with anonymous letters, are in great numbers entrusted to his care by certain waggish gentlemen, who desire he will "hold an inquest over the deceased, and not forget the fees." it is said-the aristocracy, however, look upon the charge with contempt-that brien moon, esq. makes a small per centage by selling those canine remains to the governor of the workhouse, which very humane gentleman pays from his own pocket the means of transferring them into giblet-pies for the inmates. it may be all scandal about mr. moon making so large an amount from his office; but it is nevertheless true that sad disclosures have of late been made concerning the internal affairs of the workhouse.
the hour of twelve has arrived; and since eight in the morning mr. moon's time has been consumed in preliminaries necessary to the organisation of a coroner's jury. the reader we know will excuse our not entering into the minuti‘ of the organisation. eleven jurors have answered the summons, but a twelfth seems difficult to procure. john, the good coroner's negro servant, has provided a sufficiency of brandy and cigars, which, since the hour of eleven, have been discussed without stint. the only objection our worthy disposer of the dead has to this is, that some of his jurors, becoming very mellow, may turn the inquest into a farce, with himself playing the low-comedy part. the dead body, which lies covered with a sheet, is fast becoming enveloped in smoke, while no one seems to have a passing thought for it. colonel tom edon,--who, they say, is not colonel of any regiment, but has merely received the title from the known fact of his being a hogdriver, which honourable profession is distinguished by its colonels proceeding to market mounted, while the captains walk,--merely wonders how much bad whiskey the dead 'un consumed while he lived.
"this won't do!" exclaims brien moon, esq., and proceeds to the door in the hope of catching something to make his mournful number complete. he happens upon mr. jonas academy, an honest cracker, from christ's parish, who visits the city on a little business. jonas is a person of great originality, is enclosed in loosely-setting homespun, has a woe-begone countenance, and wears a large-brimmed felt hat. he is just the person to make the number complete, and is led in, unconscious of the object for which he finds himself a captive. mr. brien moon now becomes wondrous grave, mounts a barrel at the head of the corpse, orders the negro to uncover the body, and hopes gentlemen will take seats on the benches he has provided for them, while he proceeds to administer the oath. three or four yet retain their cigars: he hopes gentlemen will suspend their smoking during the inquest. suddenly it is found that seven out of the twelve can neither read nor write; and mr. jonas academy makes known the sad fact that he does not comprehend the nature of an oath, never having taken such an article in his life. five of the gentlemen, who can read and write, are from new england; while mr. jonas academy declares poor folks in christ's parish are not fools, troubled with reading and writing knowledge. he has been told they have a thing called a college at columbia; but only haristocrats get any good of it. in answer to a question from mr. moon, he is happy to state that their parish is not pestered with a schoolmaster. "yes, they killed the one we had more nor two years ago, thank good! han't bin trubl'd with one o' the critters since" he adds, with unmoved nerves. the coroner suggests that in a matter of expediency like the present it may be well to explain the nature of an oath; and, seeing that a man may not read and write, and yet comprehend its sacredness, perhaps it would be as well to forego the letter of the law. "six used to do for this sort of a jury, but now law must have twelve," says mr. moon. numerous voices assent to this, and mr. moon commences what he calls "an halucidation of the nature of an oath." the jurors receive this with great satisfaction, take the oath according to his directions, and after listening to the statement of two competent witnesses, who know but very little about the affair, are ready to render a verdict,--"that m'fadden, the deceased, came to his death by a stab in the left breast, inflicted by a sharp instrument in the hand or hands of anthony romescos, during an affray commonly called a rencontre, regarding which there are many extenuating circumstances." to this verdict mr. moon forthwith bows assent, directs the removal of the body, and invites the gentlemen jurors to join him in another drink, which he does in compliment to their distinguished services. the dead body will be removed to the receiving vault, and mr. moon dismisses his jurors with many bows and thanks; and nothing more.
