Their dresses were of blue broadcloth, with splendid leggings and knee-ties.

On their heads were crimson scarfs adorned with beads and falling on one shoulder, their hair long and looking cleanly.

Near were one or two wild figures clad in the common white blankets." Manuscript Notes .-- ED.] As the day has passed dully, a cold rain preventing us from keeping out in the air, my thoughts have been dwelling on a story told when we were off Detroit, this morning, by a fellow-passenger, and whose moral beauty touched me profoundly.
"Some years ago," said Mrs.L., "my father and mother stopped to dine at Detroit.

A short time before dinner my father met in the hall Captain P., a friend of his youthful days.

He had loved P.extremely, as did many who knew him, and had not been surprised to hear of the distinction and popular esteem which his wide knowledge, talents, and noble temper commanded, as he went onward in the world.