_How are you?_--You have published my letter, and I am glad to see that nigger Molly cannot smother my cry to the public--if I don't give her _scissors_, it will be because she smothers me outright. You must know Molly keeps two bottles filled with liquid, one of which she administers to me, and the other to herself, and they both have about the same effect, only hers smells worst. Hers she calls _whiskey_, mine _cordial_. The other morning Molly set me down on the floor, beside a pan of water, and commenced taking comfort from her bottle, and I, feeling feverish, commenced comforting myself by dabbling in the pan until I was all wet; Molly perceiving this picked me up to _slap_ me, but her cordial floored her. I should have been glad of this, only she nearly killed me in her fall, and because I screamed, as any baby would do, she clapped her black lips to mine, smelling horribly as they were of whiskey, and kept in my breath until I was as black in the face as herself. I yelled at this double outrage, and she silenced me by pouring a double dose of _cordial_ down my throat, which threw me into a state of insensibility, from which I awoke almost dead. My mother asked to see me, and when she heard me moaning, she said “the ittle bessed dear is suffering wis its too-sys.” I aint suffering with my teeth--I'm suffering with nigger Moll's nursing. Bub. NO. III.--BUB RESCUED. _Hello, boys_:--Flourish trumpets! merrily beat your drums--I'm a saved _sucker!_ A day of hope and promise has shed its light upon my infantile head, and bright visions of a pair of small breeches to be worn by me, float airily round my head--they appear plain and palpable in the vista of the future--buttons, pockets, suspenders and all--_vive la pantalons!_ The other morning my Pa drew forth the copies of the Reveille from his book case, and commenced reading them for Ma's amusement. Suddenly he cast his eye on my letters, and straight he commenced them--he laughed, and then Ma laughed, and then I crowed. By and by, as he proceeded, Ma began to look angry; she cast a glance at me, and then her conscience smote her--I was wasted to a shadow--on went Pa with the letters; Ma wept, I crowed, and nigger Molly gave me a _pinch_--a yell followed and the clouds burst! “Give me that child, you hateful jade, you; how dare you hurt it?” cried Ma. “Please God, I didn't do nuffin ob de sort, missus; I'd do any thin else, missus, dan hurt de baby,” answered Moll. “Get out of my sight, you hussy!” cried my enraged mamma; “you have nearly killed de bessed ittle pet--mamma's dear, bess its heart--get out of my sight; if ever you touch it again, I'll punish you severely.”