"Red morocco Bibles and hymn-books.

What a white cloud of a turban! Part of the choir, I take it,--those, with their singing-books.

Elegant spruce young fellow, isn't he, Aunt?
with the violoncello.

Venerable old couple, there! over eighty, both of them.

Well," continued Hattie, "I will give up, if these are the slaves." "Don't make up your mind too suddenly," said your Uncle; "you will see other things." "Uncle," said she, "what I have seen here in fifteen minutes shows me that at least one half of that which I have learned at the North about the slaves is false.