interest--moral, political, and pecuniary--in the education of the whole community." Those gloriously exclusive schools I had no wish to visit. But I felt a peculiar pleasure in visiting this humbler yet well-conducted institution, for the benefit of those who are despised and degraded on account of their colour. As I entered, a music-master was teaching them, with the aid of a piano, to sing some select pieces for an approaching examination, both the instrument and the master having been provided by the generous Gilmore. Even the music-master, notwithstanding his first-rate ability, suffers considerable loss of patronage on account of his services in this branded school. Among the pieces sung, and sung exceedingly well, was the following touching appeal, headed "The Fugitive Slave to the Christian"--Air, "Cracovienne." "The fetters galled my weary soul,-- A soul that seemed but thrown away: I spurned the tyrant's base control, Resolved at last the man to play: The hounds are haying on my track; O Christian! will you send me back? "I felt the stripes,--the lash I saw, Red dripping with a father's gore; And, worst of all their lawless law, The insults that my mother bore! The hounds are baying on my track; O Christian! will you send me back? "Where human law o'errules Divine, Beneath the sheriff's hammer fell My wife and babes,--I call them mine,-- And where they suffer who can tell? The hounds are baying on my track; O Christian! will you send me back? "I seek a home where man is man, If such there be upon this earth,-- To draw my kindred, if I can, Around its free though humble hearth. The hounds are baying on my track; O Christian! will you send me back?" March 7.--This being the Sabbath, we went in the morning to worship at Mr. Boynton's church. The day was very wet, and the congregation small. His text was, "Go ye into all the world, and preach the Gospel to every creature. He that believeth and is baptized shall be saved; but he that believeth not shall be damned." The sermon, though read, and composed too much in the essay style, indicated considerable powers of mind and fidelity of ministerial character. Although from incessant rain the day was very dark, the Venetian blinds were down over all the windows! The Americans, I have since observed, are particularly fond of the "dim religious light." Among the announcements from the pulpit were several funerals, which it is there customary thus to advertise.