SYRACUSE, Oct. 5, 1856.

DEAR FRIEND STILL:—­I write to you for Mrs. Susan Bell, who was at your city some time in September last.  She is from Washington city.  She left her dear little children behind (two children).  She is stopping in our city, and wants to hear from her children very much indeed.  She wishes to know if you have heard from Mr. Biglow, of Washington city.  She will remain here until she can hear from you.  She feels very anxious about her children, I will assure you.  I should have written before this, but I have been from home much of the time since she came to our city.  She wants to know if Mr. Biglow has heard anything about her husband.  If you have not written to Mr. Biglow, she wishes you would.  She sends her love to you and your dear family.  She says that you were all kind to her, and she does not forget it.  You will direct your letter to me, dear brother, and I will see that she gets it.

Miss F.E.  Watkins left our house yesterday for Ithaca, and other places in that part of the State.  Frederick Douglass, Wm. J. Watkins and others were with us last week; Gerritt Smith with others.  Miss Watkins is doing great good in our part of the State.  We think much indeed of her.  She is such a good and glorious speaker, that we are all charmed with her.  We have had thirty-one fugitives in the last twenty-seven days; but you, no doubt, have had many more than that.  I hope the good Lord may bless you and spare you long to do good to the hunted and outraged among our brethren.

    Yours truly,

    J.W.  LOGUEN,

    Agent of the Underground Rail Road.

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SAMUEL W. JOHNSON.

ARRIVAL FROM THE “DAILY DISPATCH” OFFICE.

“Sam” was doing Slave labor at the office of the Richmond “Daily Dispatch,” as a carrier of that thoroughly pro-slavery sheet.  “Sam” had possessed himself somehow of a knowledge of reading and writing a little, and for the news of the day he had quite an itching ear.  Also with regard to his freedom he was quite solicitous.  Being of an ambitious turn of mind, he hired his time, for which he paid his master $175 per annum in regular quarterly payments.  Besides paying this amount, he had to find himself in board, clothing, and pay doctor’s expenses.  He had had more than one owner in his life.  The last one, however, he spoke of thus:  “His name is James B. Foster, of Richmond, a very hard man.  He owns three more Slaves besides myself.”  In escaping, “Sam” was obliged to leave his wife, who was owned by Christian Bourdon.  His attachment to her, judging from his frequent warm expressions of affection, was very strong.  But, as strong as it was, he felt that he could not consent to remain in slavery any longer.  “Sam” had luckily come across a copy of Uncle Tom’s Cabin, and in perusing it, all his notions with regard to “Masters