Yours with Respect,

    JOHN H. HILL.

P.S.  My dear Sir.  Last night after I had written the above, and had gone to bed, I heard a strange voice in the house, Saying to Mr. Myers to come quickly to one of our colod Brotheran out of the street.  We went and found a man a Carpenter laying on the side walk woltun in his Blood.  Done by some unknown Person as yet but if they stay on the earth the law will deteck them.  It is said that party of colord people done it, which party was seen to come out an infame house.

Mr. Myers have been down to see him and Brought the Sad news that the Poor fellow was dead.  Mr. Scott for Henry Scott was the name, he was a fugitive from Virginia he came here from Pittsburg Pa.  Oh, when I went where he laid what a shock, it taken my Sleep altogether night.  When I got to Sopt his Body was surrounded by the Policeman.  The law has taken the woman in cusidy.  I write and also send you a paper of the case when it comes out.

    J.H.  HILL.

FIFTH LETTER.

He rejoices over the arrival of his wife—­but at the same time, his heart is bleeding over a dear friend whom he had promised to help before he left Slavery.

    TORONTO, December 29th, 1853.

MY DEAR FRIEND:—­It affords me a good deel of Pleasure to say that my wife and the Children have arrived safe in this City.  But my wife had very bad luck.  She lost her money and the money that was belonging to the children, the whole amount was 35 dollars.  She had to go to the Niagara falls and Telegraph to me come after her.  She got to the falls on Sat’dy and I went after her on Monday.  We saw each other once again after so long an Abstance, you may know what sort of metting it was, joyful times of corst.  My wife are well Satisfied here, and she was well Pleased during her stay in your city.  My Trip to the falls cost Ten Eighty Seven and half.  The things that friend Brown Shiped to me by the Express costed $24-1/4.  So you can see fiting out a house Niagara falls and the cost for bringing my things to this place, have got me out of money, but for all I am a free man.

The weather are very cold at Present, the snow continue to fall though not as deep here as it is in Boston.  The people haves their own Amousements, the weather as it is now, they don’t care for the snow nor ice, but they are going from Ten A.M. until Twelve P.M., the hous that we have open don’t take well because we don’t Sell Spirits, which we are trying to avoid if we can.

Mr. Still, I hold in my hand A letter from a friend of South, who calls me to promise that I made to him before I left.  My dear Sir, this letter have made my heart Bleed, since I Received it, he also desires of me to remember him to his beloved Brethren and then to Pray for him and his dear friends who are in Slavery.