I found it difficult to drive from my mind the unpleasant impression this dream had made upon it, but finally succeeded in doing so, attributing it to the many and malicious threatenings which had been made by Lewis and his associates.  They had boldly asserted, that “if I went to the States, I would never return alive,” and several other threats equally malignant.  I, however, started with Mr. Nell for Rochester, where we made an effort to raise money to aid in defraying the expenses of the voyage, and succeeded in collecting about a hundred dollars.  From thence we passed on to Albany, where we fell in company with a number of Mr. Paul’s friends, who appeared to be terribly indignant, and accused me of coming there to expose their friends,—­Paul and Lewis.  We had some warm words and unpleasant conversation, after which they left me very unceremoniously, and appeared to be very angry.  A short time after, one of them returned, and in the most friendly manner invited me to his house to tea.  I was glad of an opportunity to show that I harbored no unpleasant feelings toward them, and immediately accompanied him home.  The moment that we were all seated at the table, an unpleasant suspicion flashed through, my mind.  The table, the company—­all seemed familiar to me, and connected with some unpleasant occurrence which I could not then recall.  But when the lady of the house poured out a cup of tea, and another was about to pass it, I heard her whisper, “I intended that for Mr. Steward,” my dream for the first time, flashed through my mind, with all the vivid distinctness of a real incident.  I endeavored to drive it from my thoughts, and did so.  Pshaw!  I said to myself; I will not be suspicious nor whimsical, and I swallowed the tea; then took my leave for the steamboat, on our way to New York city.

When we had passed a few miles out of Albany, the boat hove to, and there came on board four men—­one of the number a colored man.  The white men repaired to their state-rooms, leaving the colored man on deck, after the boat had returned to the channel.  He attracted my attention, by his dejected appearance and apparent hopeless despair.  He was, I judged, about forty years of age; his clothing coarse and very ragged; and the most friendless, sorrowful looking being I ever saw.  He spake to no one, but silently paced the deck; his breast heaving with inaudible sighs; his brow contracted with a most terrible frown; his eyes dreamily fastened on the floor, and he appeared to be considering on some hopeless undertaking, I watched him attentively, as I walked to and fro on the same deck, and could clearly discover that some fearful conflict was taking place in his mind; but as I afterwards repassed him he looked up with a happy, patient smile, that lighted up his whole countenance, which seemed to say plainly, I see a way of escape, and have decided on my course of action.  His whole appearance was changed; his heart that before had beat so wildly was quiet now as the broad bosom of the