As a traveller accidentally catches a sight of a family around their table, and domestic life gleams upon him for a moment; as the opening door of a church suffers a few notes of the psalm to reach the ear of one at a distance, this letter, written evidently amidst household duties and cares, discloses, in a touching manner, the domestic relations of Southern families and their servants wherever Christianity prevails.

It is one strain of the ordinary music of life in ten thousands of those households, falling accidentally upon our ears, and giving us truthful, artless impressions, such as labored statements and solemn depositions would not so well convey, and which theories, counter-statements, arguments, and invectives never can refute.

Our senior pastor would say that the letter is like the Epistles of John,--not a doctrinal exposition, but a breathing forth of the spirit which the evangelical history had inspired.

I have come to know more, however, than I did when I could have had such amiable but unenlightened feelings.

I have read the "Key to Uncle Tom" and the "Barbarism of Slavery." Still, I am sorely puzzled.