These “Dutch corner-shops” are notorious places in Charleston, and are discountenanced by respectable citizens, because they become the rendezvous of “niggers,” who get into bad habits and neglect their masters’ or mistresses’ business.  Yet the keepers exert such an influence at elections, that the officials not only fear them, but in order to secure their favors, leave their rascality unmolested.  Well might a writer in the Charleston Courier of August 31, 1852, say—­

“We were astonished, with many others, at the sweeping charges made in the resolutions passed at the Hutchinson meeting at Hatch’s Hall, and were ready to enlist at once to lend our voice to turn out an ‘administration’ that for two years permitted ’moral sentiment to be abandoned,’ ‘truthfulness disregarded,’ ’reverence for religion obliterated,’ ‘protection to religious freedom refused,’ ‘licentiousness allowed,’ ’and a due administration for vice, neglected.’” These charges stand unrefuted, and with but one or two exceptions, we have never known one of those unlawful corner shops prosecuted by the present administration.  And those single instances only where they were driven to notice the most flagrant abuses.

It is strictly “contrary to law in Charleston,” to sell liquor to a negro without an order from a white man; the penalty being fine and imprisonment.  Yet, so flagrant has become the abuse, that it is notorious that hush-money is paid by a certain class of Dutch liquor-sellers to the officers.  In nearly all the streets of Charleston, where there is a shanty or nook large enough to hold a counter and some tumblers, these wretches may be found dealing out their poisonous drugs to a poor, half-starved class of negroes, who resort to all kinds of dishonest means to get money to spend at their counters.  These places are nearly all kept by foreigners, whose merciless avarice scruples at nothing, however mean.  They soon become possessed of considerable means, and through their courtesy and subserviency to the negro-for they are the only class of whites that will beg his pardon, if they have offended him-carry on a sort of active rivalry with each other for his custom.  It is from these miserable hells that seven-tenths of the crimes arise for which the poor negro is dragged to the work-house and made to suffer under the paddle.

And yet these very men, whose connivance at vice and crime is disregarded by the law, rise and take position in society-not only entering into more respectable business-but joining in that phalanx who are seeking the life-blood of the old Southerner, and like a silent moth, working upon his decay.  There is a deep significance in the answer so frequently given in Charleston to the interrogatory, “Who lives in that splendid dwelling-it seems to have been the mansion of a prince, but is somewhat decayed?”

“Oh! bless me, yes!  It was once the mansion of the So-and-sos, one of the first families, but they’re very poor now.  Mr. What-you-may-call-em owns it now-they say he didn’t get it honestly.  He kept a little grog-shop on the Bay, or sold bacon and whisky on the Bay, and made awful charges against poor So-and-so, and after a long trial in Chancery he got his house.  He’s a big fellow; now, I tell you, and is going to fit the house up for himself!”