"Come, Emmy," said he, as he entered, rubbing his hands, "you've fought for your country this night; let's go to bed." Mrs.Moore lit a candle, and put out the lard-lamp, wondering if she had been impolite to Mr.Kent.She led the way to the staircase, in a reflective state of mind; Neptune followed, and stood at the foot of the steps for some moments, in deep thought; concluding that if there should be danger of any one's falling into a river up there, they would call him and let him know, he went back, laid down on the soft rug, and fell asleep for the night.
* * * * * It does not take long to state a fact.

Mr.Kent went to Washington on Abolition business,--through the introduction of a senator from his own State he obtained access to good society.

He boarded in the same house with a Virginian who had a pretty face, very little sense, but a large fortune.
Mr.Kent, with very little difficulty, persuaded her he was a saint, ready to be translated at the shortest notice.

He dropped his Abolition notions, and they were married.

At the time that my story opens, he is a planter, living near Mr.Weston, and we will hear of him again..