^Quaker Lady (raising the window). I say, man — thee with the wheel- 

 barrow—what does thee ask for shad? 



Colored Fishvender. Hay dar ! (turning quickly round and touching 

 the rim of his bellcrowned hat) From three fips, marm, to a quarter 

 and a fip, 'cordin' to de size of 'em.— None of your grass-fed shad, marm, 



but ra'al fat corn-fed fellows. Sha-a-ad, shad ! let go my knife and 



ioxk, fresh shad! Whih ! here dey go! 



Old Times in Philadelphia. 



