CHAPTER V.
THE GOOD NORTHERN LADY'S LETTER FROM THE SOUTH.
"No haughty gesture marks his gait, No pompous tone his word; No studied attitude is seen, No palling nonsense heard; He'll suit his bearing to the hour, Laugh, listen, learn, or teach.
With joyous freedom in his mirth, And candor in his speech."-- ELIZA COOK.
[My friend, A.Freeman North, having read the foregoing, returned it with a hasty note, in pencil, saying, "Please send me the Aunt's reply, if you have it, or can procure it." I accordingly sent it, and we have it here.] MY DEAR NEPHEW,-- Your letter came while we had gone into the country for a fortnight.
Hattie is much improved, and I trust will soon be well.

I gave her your letter to read.

She told me that she could not find it in her heart to wonder at you for it; for once she should probably have written very much in the same strain.
It was Easter Monday afternoon when our steamboat reached the wharf.

We took an open carriage and drove toward the hotel.

As we reached the centre of the city, the place seemed to be full of colored people, who evidently had just come out of their meeting-houses.