As Hattie was admiring the ornaments on the cake, the lady of the clergyman smiled and said,-- "This is from a colored wedding." Sure enough, that black bride whom we saw the day before had sent her minister's wife this loaf.

Said Miss -- --, "I was hurrying to get a silk dress made last week, but my dressmaker put me off, because she was working for Phillis B.'s wedding." We both gave a glance at Hattie.

She sat gazing at Miss -- --, her lips partly open, her eyes moistened,--a picture in which delight and incredulity were in pleasant strife.
* * * * * We have been in the interior a fortnight.

One thing filled me with astonishment, soon after I came here, namely, to find widow ladies and their daughters, all through the interior of Southern States, living remote from other habitations, surrounded by twenty, fifty, or a hundred slaves.

Hattie and I spent a week with a widow lady, whose head slave was her overseer.