The paper speaks of him as "our esteemed and talented townsman, Col. W.," and alludes to his "beautiful and accomplished wife," who, by the way, was formerly waiter in an oyster saloon, and won the Colonel's affection by the artless manner in which she would shout: "Two stews, plenty o' butter.

Then he turned to Mac, and, pointing a finger like a straw (nothing could fatten those infinitesimal hands), he said gravely and fluently: "Maw in de plenty-bowl.

I made a-plenty cotton an' I teached my chillun to be good blue stockin' Presbyterians.

Some pine for want where others surfeit now; But then we should the use of plenty know.

That came to passe, when, swolne with plenties pride, Nor prince, nor peere, nor kin, they would abide.