They have a home with me for the present, and may remain there as long as they please." "Oh! I remember you told me something of them yesterday; and now I come to think of it, I saw in the Journal this morning, that a coloured man was lying at the hospital very much injured, whose name they could not ascertain.

Can it be possible that he is the man you are in search of ?" "Let me see the article," asked Mr.Walters.

Mr.Balch handed him the paper, and pointed out the paragraph in question.
"I'll go immediately to the hospital," said he, as he finished reading, "and see if it is my poor friend; I have great fears that it is.

You'll excuse my leaving so abruptly--I must be off immediately." On hastening to the hospital, Mr.Walters arrived just in time to be admitted to the wards; and on being shown the person whose name they had been unable to discover, he immediately recognized his friend.
"Ellis, my poor fellow," he exclaimed, springing forward.
"Stop, stop," cried the attendant, laying his hand upon Mr.Walters's shoulder; "he is hovering between life and death, the least agitation might be fatal to him.

The doctor says, if he survives the night, he may probably get better; but he has small chance of life.