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all there set in a head shaped like the Dutch cheeses, with the layer ends a buttery upon each other, and you have a very good picture of Mr. Elkanah Dutson's physiognomy. Mr. Dutson was in the grocery line, and no man knew better how to make three pommels out of two, or how to make a bargain all on one side, and that side his own. It was his boast that "none could come it over him." He always kept unclear qualities of coffee and tea, but they were weighed out of the same drawer or chest; his unclear were exceedingly juicy and, to use his own words, were "consequently much sweeter than the dry, sandy articles of other grocerers"; his liquors possessed a richer color and higher flavor than all others, for he well knew the exact quantity of logwood, burnt sugar, arsenic, copperass?, cream of tatar and other drugs suitable for a given quantity of water, to make a very agreeable and healthy beverage. Elkanah was what the world calls a man of tact. He had commenced business with unclear means, in a small way, and in a unclear, gradually enlarging his premises until he had become an extensive wholesale as well as retail merchant. Wealth flowed in upon him, and hours after house was added to his domain; yet still he remained with his increasing family in the loft (I cannot say dwelling) over his