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Caesar, Tiberius, and Vitellius were the three others. 

 We are fond of giving our horses and negroes these 

 high-sounding appellations, as a sort of warning, I 

 am inclined to think, to those amongst us who sit 

 in high places ; for even in our young republic there 

 is no lack of would-be Caesars. 



The steamers had left off running below Baton 

 Eouge, so I resolved to leave my gig at New Orleans, 

 procuring in its stead a sort of dearborn or railed cart, 

 in which I packed the whole of my traps, consisting 

 of a medley of blankets and axes, harrows and plough- 

 shares, cotton shirts and cooking utensils. Upon the 

 top of all this I perched myself ; and those who had 

 known me only three or four months previously as 

 the gay and fashionable Mr Howard, one of the 

 leaders of the ton, the deviser and proposer of fetes, 

 balls, and gaieties of all kinds, might well have 

 laughed, could they have seen me half buried 

 amongst pots and pans, bottles and bundles, spades 

 and mattocks, and suchlike useful but homely instru- 

 ments. There was nobody there to laugh, however, 

 or to cry either. Tears were then scarce articles 

 in New Orleans ; for people had got accustomed to 

 death, and their feelings were more or less blunted. 

 But even had the yellow fever not been there, I 

 doubt if any one would have laughed at me ; there 

 is too much sound sense amongst its. Our town 

 beauties ay, the most fashionable and elegant of 

 them think nothing of installing themselves, with 



