dearest. A gloomy ring of sullen faces encircle us hope, fear, and contempt are pictured in each countenance. Anxious to know its doom, the pentup soul burns madly within their breasts no tears can quench the firefreedom only can extinguish it. But, what are such things. Mere trifles when the soul loves only gold. What are they to men who buy such human trifles. Who buy and sell mankind, with feelings as unmoved as the virgin heart that knows no guilt. Various are the remarks made by those who are taking a cursory view of the people very learned in nigger nature are many their sayings