A “HOOSIER” IN SEARCH OF JUSTICE. 
Axsout one hundred and twenty miles from New Orleans 
reposes, in all rural happiness, one of the pleasantest 
little towns in the south, that reflects itself in the mys- 
terious waters of the Mississippi. 
To the extreme right of the town, looking at it from 
the river, may be seen a comfortable-looking building, 
surrounded by China trees ; just such a place as senti- 
mental misses dream of when they have indistinct no- 
tions of “ settling in the world.” 
This little “ burban bandbox,” however, is not occu- 
pied by the airs of love, nor the airs of the lute, but by 
a strong limb of the law, a gnarled one too, who 
knuckles down to business, and digs out of the “ uncer- 
tainties of his profession” decisions, and reasons, and 
causes, and effects, nowhere to be met with, except in 
the science called, par excellence, the “ perfection of hu- 
man reason.” 
