and started for Savannah, where he arrived on the twenty-eighth of January.  At the City Hotel, he unfortunately encountered a marshal of the city of New-York, who was much employed in catching runaway slaves, and of course sympathized with slaveholders.  He pointed the young stranger out, as a son of Isaac T. Hopper, the notorious abolitionist.  This information kindled a flame immediately, and they began to discuss plans of vengeance.  The traveller, not dreaming of danger, retired to his room soon after supper.  In a few minutes, his door was forced open by a gang of intoxicated men, escorted by the New-York marshal.  They assailed him with a volley of blasphemous language, struck him, kicked him, and spit in his face.  They broke open and rifled his trunk, and searched his pockets for abolition documents.  When they found the harmless little Quaker tract about the colony at Sierra Leone, they screamed with exultation.  They shouted, “Here is what we wanted!  Here is proof of abolitionism!” Some of them rushed out and told the mob, who crowded the bar-room and entries, that they had found a trunk full of abolition tracts.  Others seized Mr. Hopper violently, telling him to say his last prayers, and go with them.  The proprietor of the City Hotel was very naturally alarmed for the safety of the building.  He was in a great passion, and conjured them to carry their victim down forthwith; saying he could do nothing with the mob below, who were getting very impatient waiting for him.  Turning to Mr. Hopper, he said, “Young man, you are in a very unfortunate situation.  You ought never to have left your home.  But it is your own doing; and you deserve your fate.”  When appealed to for protection, he exclaimed, “Good God! you must not appeal to me.  This is a damned delicate business.  I shall not be able to protect my own property.  But I will go for the mayor.”

One of the bar-keeper’s confidential friends sent him a slip of paper, on which was written, “His only mode of escape is by the window;” and the bar-keeper, who had previously shown himself decidedly unfriendly, urged him again and again to profit by this advice.  He occupied the third story, and the street below his window was thronged with an infuriated mob, thirsting and clamoring for his blood.  In view of these facts, it seems not very uncharitable to suppose that the advice was given to make sure of his death, apparently by his own act, and thus save the city of Savannah from the disgrace of the deed.  Of the two terrible alternatives, he preferred going down-stairs into the midst of the angry mob, who were getting more and more maddened by liquor, having taken forcible possession of the bar.  He considered his fate inevitable, and had made up his mind to die.  But at the foot of the stairs, he was met by the mayor and several aldermen, whose timely arrival saved his life.  After asking some questions, and receiving the assurance that he came to Savannah solely on commercial business, the magistrates