" "Are you a bit of a bruiser, Mr. Tims?" "Oh, bless your heart, sir, only a leetlea very leetle.

No matrimonial news stirring in this quarter just now, Mr. Tims?" "Nothing extremely particular.

"Glad to see you, Mr. Tims," said Julia.

"Glad to see you, Mr. Tims," said her aunt.

Gracious heavens, and was this the name of the mighty entrant? Tims!

But to be called Tims!

Mr. Tims sat him down upon the great elbow-chair, for he was a friend, it seems, of the familya weighty one assuredly; but one whose acquaintanceship they were all glad to court.

His tongue was the only active part about him, going as glibly as if he were ten stones, instead of thirty, and as if he were a Tims in person as well as in name.

I was a mere cipher in the room; and what with the appalling bulk of Mr. Tims, the attention the ladies bestowed upon him, and the neglect with which they treated me, I sunk considerably in my own estimation.

If any little fellow like me thinks of standing well with his mistress, let him never appear in her presence with such a gentleman as Mr. Tims.

With the ladies, it was plain, I could do nothing: with Mr. Tims, it was equally plain, I ought to do nothingseeing that, however much he was the cause of my uneasiness, he was at least the innocent cause, and therefore neither morally nor judicially amenable to punishment.

From respecting Mr. Tims I came to hate him; and I vowed internally, that, rather than be annihilated by this enlarged edition of Daniel Lambert, I would pitch him over the window.

Unfortunately for me, Mr. Tims was a mountain, and I was no giant.

On the contrary, I kept strolling about from street to street, sometimes thinking upon Julia, sometimes upon Mr. Tims.

My flesh crept with horror on witnessing this apparition, for I knew it to be the shadow of the Man-Mountainthe dim reflection of Mr. Tims.

On entering the dining-room, I found an accession to the company in the person of our landlord, who sat opposite to Mr. Tims, listening to some facetious story, which the latter gentleman seemed in the act of relating.

If you have, you may conceive what Mr. Tims would be in that interesting situation.

I felt an intense curiosity to see on which of the four Mr. Tims would fix his choice.

Meanwhile, the evening wearing on, the ladies retired, and Mr. Tims, the landlord, and myself, were left to ourselves.

Mr. Tims and I were thus left alone, and so we continued, for the landlord, strange to say, did not again appear.

" "I have weighty reasons for loving her," replied Mr. Tims.

"But where," said I, "is Mr. Tims?" "Mr. who?" said she.

Kep' me in the field all the tims.

" The poems so ingeniously introduced consist of a kind of sporting opera called King Tims the First, which is the tragedy of an emigrant butcher; an epic fragment in ottava rima, called The Fields of Tothill, in which the author rambles on in the Byronic manner, and ceases, fatigued with his task, before he has begun to get his story under weigh; and miscellaneous pieces.

Tillman, Joe Tims, J.T. Travis, Hannah Trotter, Mark C. Tubbs, James Tucker, Mandy Turner, Emma Turner, Henry Tuttle, Seabe Texarkana District FOLKLORE SUBJECTS Name of Interviewer: Cecil Copeland Subject: Social CustomsReminiscences of an Ex-Slave Subject: Foods This Information given by: Doc Quinn Place of Residence: 1217 Ash Street, Texarkana, Arkansas Occupation: None [TR: also reported as Ex-slave.]