I'll even go so far as to light the cigars for you myself." "That is a boon," rejoined her husband with a smile; "really 'virtue rewarded,' I declare." Tea over, the baby kissed and put to bed, Mrs.Burrell tied on the most bewitching of bonnets, and donning her new fur-trimmed cloak, declared herself ready for the walk; and off they started.

Mr.Burrell puffed away luxuriously as they walked along, stopping now and then at her command, to look into such shop-windows as contained articles adapted to the use of infants, from india-rubber rings and ivory rattles, to baby coats and shoes.
At length they arrived at the door of Mr.Walters, and on, looking up at the house, he exclaimed, "This is 257, but it can't be the place; surely coloured people don't live in as fine an establishment as this." Then, running up the steps, he examined the plate upon the door.

"The name corresponds with the address given me," said he; "I'll ring.

Is there a lad living here by the name of Charles Ellis ?" he asked of the servant who opened the door.
"Yes, sir," was the reply.

"Will you walk in ?" When they were ushered into the drawing-room, Mr.Burrell said,--"Be kind enough to say that a gentleman wishes to see him." The girl departed, closing the door behind her, leaving them staring about the room.