The situation of these poor strangers, when they sink at last in "_the fever,_" which sooner or later is sure to overtake them, is dreadful.

There is a strong feeling against the Irish in every part of the Union, but they will do twice as much work as a negro, and therefore they are employed.

When they fall sick, they may, and must, look with envy on the slaves around them; for they are cared for; they are watched and physicked, as a valuable horse is watched and physicked: not so the Irishman, he is literally thrown on one side, and a new comer takes his place.

Details of their sufferings, and unheeded death, too painful to dwell upon, often reached us; on one occasion a farmer calling at the house, told the family that a poor man, apparently in a dying condition, was lying beside a little brook at the distance of a quarter of a mile.

The spot was immediately visited by some of the family, and there in truth lay a poor creature, who was already past the power of speaking; he was conveyed to the house and expired during the night.