I am thinking of it, just now, as in the hands of Rev.Mr.Blank.The other day I saw a cambric muslin handkerchief, richly embroidered, blow past me out of a child's carriage.

As I turned to get it, a dog seized it, shook it, put both his paws on it, rent it, made rags of it, threw it down, snatched it up, and seemed vexed that there was no more of it to tear.

So will our abolitionists serve your letter, should they ever see it.

And, my dear madam, though I disapprove their temper and language, yet I must confess that I sympathize with them in their principles, the only difference between them and me being that of social position and manners.

I must tell you that, after all, you are probably unaware of the deception which you are practising on yourself, in supposing that you are really as loving and gentle toward a slave-mother and her child as some might infer.