I tell you what, I became quite interested in him; he was very communicative, and told me all their circumstances; their house was destroyed by the mob, and they are at present residing with a friend." Just then the cry of a child was heard in the adjoining room, and Mrs.
Burrell rushed precipitately away, and soon returned with a fat, healthy-looking boy in her arms, which, after kissing, she placed in her husband's lap.

He was their first-born and only child, and, as a matter of course, a great pet, and regarded by them as a most wonderful boy; in consequence, papa sat quite still, and permitted him to pull the studs out of his shirt, untie his cravat, rumple his hair, and take all those little liberties to which babies are notoriously addicted.
Mrs.Burrell sat down on a stool at her husband's feet, and gazed at him and the child in silence for some time.
"What's the matter, Jane; what has made you so grave ?" "I was trying to imagine, Burrell, how I should feel if you, I, and baby were coloured; I was trying to place myself in such a situation.

Now we know that our boy, if he is honest and upright--is blest with great talent or genius--may aspire to any station in society that he wishes to obtain.
How different it would be if he were coloured!--there would be nothing bright in the prospective for him.

We could hardly promise him a living at any respectable calling.

I think, George, we treat coloured people with great injustice, don't you ?" Mr.Burrell hemmed and ha'd at this direct query, and answered, "Well, we don't act exactly right toward them, I must confess." Mrs.Burrell rose, and took the vacant knee of her husband, and toying with the baby, said, "Now, George Burrell, I want to ask a favour of you.