walking with his father, who was also a slave, and his father’s anxiety to get home before nine o’clock at night, as no coloured man was allowed to be in the streets after that hour unless he possessed a sufficient authority from his owner.  This man told me that at an auction of slaves at this hotel (auctions of slaves were held in New Orleans at different places three times a week) a very fine intelligent young man was sold by auction for 2,100 dollars to a lawyer who was known to be a cruel man.  My informant told me that his name was—­well, it sounded like Rumo, possibly Roumeaux, as most of the wealthy settlers were of French origin, that he lived in St. James’ Ward, and that when he bought slaves and sent them down to his plantations, they each received twenty-five lashes as they entered his gates, as an example, of what they would receive if they did not please him.  Well, when the hammer fell and this slave knew that he belonged to an owner whose cruelty was common talk, he exclaimed, “You have lost your money.”  This slave was sent down with others to the steamer on the Mississippi (which is only some ten minutes’ walk from the hotel), for shipment to this owner’s plantations.  The poor fellow was not even allowed to say good-bye to his people, but was sent on board.  When he arrived there, he repeated to the man in charge of the slaves, “Mr. Rumo will lose his money,” and shortly after he took advantage of a favourable moment, and, folding his arms, he threw himself backward into the river, and was drowned.

A few minutes’ walk from my hotel is the Henry Clay monument, where the mob was addressed last month by Mr. Parkerson, who incited them to proceed to the prison and force an entrance, and then to take the lives of a number of Italian murderers by lynch law.  On this monument some memorable words are inscribed which Mr. Clay uttered, and which T copied.  They are as follows:—­“If I could be instrumental in eradicating this deep stain, slavery, from the character of our country, I would not exchange the proud satisfaction which I should enjoy for the honour of all the triumphs ever decreed to the most successful conqueror.”  That deep stain was removed in 1862, and slaves were raised from the condition of cattle to that of men, who could thenceforward rejoice in the freedom of being masters of their own bodies.

NEW ORLEANS TO LONDON.

On leaving New Orleans we run through swamps, and presently skirt the Gulf of Mexico and travel on.  The next day (December 23rd), we feel it perceptibly colder, for we are going north.  The country is cultivated in sugar, cotton, rice, grass, etc.  We breakfast at Atlanta, and after leaving that place, the scenery puts me more in mind of England.  In going through Georgia, I was told that the same black families which now occupy many of the small wooden houses, or “cabins,” which I see, are the same families who occupied them before the abolition