Two white girls and a black girl were made to practise running with their arms interlocked, and one day, as our friend came in sight, they were pushed out to astonish her with one instance of white girls hugging a negro slave-child.

No doubt our friend, on seeing these three together, soliloquized as follows:-- "See Truth, Love, and Mercy in triumph descending, All nature now glowing in Eden's first bloom." The old negro, respectable and well off, was one of those rare exceptions to surrounding degradation which you now and then see in Southern cities.

The poor slave in the cars, gentle, timid, quivering, was the true exponent of slavery.

Had our authoress filled her book with such illustrations exclusively, she would have written more truthfully, more for her reputation with the real 'friends of the slave,' and, we confess, more in accordance with our taste." A writer in a very respectable publication at the North, already referred to, gave us several years ago a curious piece of criticism on some publication which he regarded as too favorable to slavery.

His pages, some of them, were crowded with daggers, in the shape of exclamation marks,--two, three, four, and, in one instance, five, at the end of quotations from the book under review.