lest the name of Mr. Parlange should transpire, and stated, that he was an intimate friend of his.  It does not seem that the matter was communicated to the wards by any official authority whatever, and who the “Clarke” is, whose name was signed to the notice, has not yet transpired.  Some of the papers noticed it briefly this morning, which has set several of the officers on their tips.  There is little doubt, that “Jim” has merely exercised his own judgment about remaining with his master any longer, and took this opportunity to betake himself to freedom.  It is assumed, that he was to precede his master to Walnut street wharf with the baggage; but, singular enough to say, no complaint has been made about the baggage being missed, simply the two tin boxes, and particularly the one containing money.  This is, doubtless, a ruse to engage the services of the Philadelphia police in the interesting game of nigger hunting.  Mr. Parlange, if he is sojourning in your city, will doubtless be glad to learn that the matter of his man “Jim” and the two tin boxes has received ample publicity.  W.H.

Rev. Hiram Wilson, the Underground Rail Road agent at St. Catharines, C.W., duly announced his safe arrival as follows: 

    BUFFALO, Aug. 12th, 1857.

MY DEAR FRIEND—­WM. STILL:—­I take the liberty to inform you, that I had the pleasure of seeing a man of sable brand at my house in St. C. yesterday, by name of James Connor, lately from New Orleans, more recently from the city of Brotherly love, where he took French leave of his French master.  He desired me to inform you of his safe arrival in the glorious land of Freedom, and to send his kind regards to you and to Mr. Williamson; also to another person, (the name I have forgotten).  Poor Malinda Smith, with her two little girls and young babe is with us doing well.

    Affectionately yours, HIRAM WILSON.

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ARRIVAL FROM WASHINGTON, D.C.

HARRISON CARY.

The passenger bearing this name who applied to the Committee for assistance, was a mulatto of medium size, with a prepossessing countenance, and a very smart talker.  With only a moderate education he might have raised himself to the “top round of the ladder,” as a representative of the down-trodden slave.  Seeking, as usual, to learn his history, the subjoined questions and answers were the result of the interview: 

    Q.  “How old are you?”

    A.  “Twenty-eight years of age this coming March.”

    Q.  “To whom did you belong?”

    A.  “Mrs. Jane E. Ashley.”

    Q.  “What kind of a woman was she?”

    A.  “She was a very clever woman; never said anything out of the
    way.”

    Q.  “How many servants had she?”

    A.  “She had no other servants.”

    Q.  “Did you live with her?”