entering, he rolled his whisky eyes at me, and then
at my wife, and said, in a very solemn tone, "Did you order dinner for
two, mum?" "Yes, for two," my wife again replied. This confused the
chubby butler more than ever; and, as the landlord was not in the
house, he seemed at a loss what to do.

When dinner was ready, the maid came in and said, "Please, mum, the
Missis wishes to know whether you will have dinner up now, or wait till
your friend arrives?" "I will have it up at once, if you please."
"Thank you, mum," continued the maid, and out she glided.

After a good deal of giggling in the passage, some one said, "You are
in for it, butler, after all; so you had better make the best of a bad
job." But before dinner was sent up, the landlord returned, and having
heard from the steward of the steamer by which we came that we were
bound for England, the proprietor's native country, he treated us in
the most respectful manner.

At the above house, the boots (whose name I forget) was a fugitive
slave, a very intelligent and active man, about forty-five years of
age. Soon after his marriage, while in slavery, his bride was sold
away from him, and he could never learn where the poor creature dwelt.
So after remaining single for many years, both before and after his
escape, and never expecting to see again, nor even to hear from, his
long-lost partner, he finally married a woman at St. John's. But, poor
fellow, as he was passing down the street one day, he met a woman; at
the first glance they nearly recognized each other; they both turned
round and stared, and unconsciously advanced, till she screamed and
flew into his arms. Her first words were, "Dear, are you married?" On
his answering in the affirmative, she shrank from his embrace, hung her
head, and wept. A person who witnessed this meeting told me it was
most affecting.

This couple knew nothing of each other's escape or whereabouts. The
woman had escaped a few years before to the free States, by secreting
herself in the hold of a vessel; but as they tried to get her back to
bondage, she fled to New Brunswick for that protection which her native
country was too mean to afford.

The man at once took his old wife to see his new one, who was also a
fugitive slave, and as they all knew the workings of the infamous
system of slavery, the could (as no one else can,) sympathise with each
other's misfortune.

According to the rules of slavery, the man and his