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with a white man of a savage countenance, holding a large pistol in his hand, driving them before him. Behind was a cart, in which were some Negro children, who had been torn from their parents by this member of civilized and polished society, who was now taking them down into Georgia, there to remain in abject slavery for life. In viewing this painful scene as it passed before me, it was almost impossible to avoid noticing how different were the countenances on the infant company in the cart, compared with that of their unfeeling conductor. On the former were seen the smiles of innocence, whilst on the latter sat brooding a mixture of cruelty and avarice, which no pen or pencil can describe. In the afternoon I came to Washington city; and on the 9th I attended the meeting at Wash-ington. After meeting I was kindly invited by M. P. to her son-in-law's house, who is Secretary of State; but, having engaged to spend the after-noon elsewhere, I was obliged to decline the offer. In the evening I had the company of a native of Fal-mouth; but, of late years, he has been employed in the national dock-yard at Washington city, as naval architect. I understood that he had, early in life, been invited over to this country Doctor Franklin, as one skilled in ship-building. Having had his education in our society, it appeared in-consistent that he should be employed in con-