After the cloth was removed, and we were about leaving the table, Mr.Clarke begged leave to propose a toast.

Accordingly, the glasses of the planters were once more filled, and Mr.C., bowing to us, gave our health, and "success to our laudable undertaking,"-- "_most_ laudable undertaking," added Mr.Applewhitte, and the glasses were emptied.

Had the glasses contained water instead of wine, our gratification would have been complete.

It was a thing altogether beyond our most sanguine expectations, that a company of planters, all of whom were but three years previous the actual oppressors of the slave, should be found wishing success to the cause of emancipation.
At half past eight o'clock, we resumed our seats in Mr.C.'s phaeton, and by the nearest route across the country, returned to Lear's.

Mr.C.
entertained us by the way with eulogies upon the industry and faithfulness of his apprentices.