was led to enter the War Office, when one of the clerks in attendance presented him with a letter. The handwriting was none of the best, and the letter was ill-folded. "My dear Massa!" were the first words that met his eye, and, in turning over the paper, he found it signed "Your faithful Robert."
What a delightful and agreeable surprise,—what pleasure awaited him; he was about hearing intelligence of his kind, devoted, and honest black,—to receive fresh testimony of his continued friendship! Running his eye over the scrawl, though he had some difficulty to understand it, he was, perhaps, even more gratified to trace those ingenuous sentiments and expressions of fidelity from his old servant, than if they had been traced by a minister of state, and conveyed the glad tidings of some distinguished preferment.
The passage more immediately elucidating the object of his writing was as follows: "If when dis comes to hand, Massa take de trouble of giving a call at No. 3, Gray's Inn Road, he will bestow great obligation on his old Robert, who is vexed about dis letter, hoping it will be received; has someting to say me cannot write, but will tell it when me sees goot Massa. So pray come as soon as convenient."
Less curious to learn the information Robert proposed giving him than desirous of again seeing him, the General on quitting the War Office called the first coach he met with, and, drove to the place appointed. No sooner did he alight than Robert flew
