The subjoined letters received from him, while a fugitive in Canada, are characteristic of the man, and will repay a perusal.

    BRANTFORD, March 3d, 1860.

MR. WM. STILL, DEAR SIR:—­I have seated myself this evening to write you a few lines to inform you that I have got through my journey, and landed safely in Brantford, where I found my friend, Stepney Brown, and we expressed great joy at meeting each other, and had a great shaking of hands, and have not got done talking yet of the old times we had in Virginia.

I thank God I am enjoying vigorous health, and hope you all are well, as it is written in the first Psalm, “Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful.”

I wish you may think of me often and pray for me that I may grow a man, one of the followers of our meek and lowly Saviour.  Give my love to Mrs. Still, and family, and the Rev. Mr. Gibbs, that was residing with you when I was there.

I must now inform you a little about Canada, at least as much of it as I have seen and heard.  I arrived in the city of Hamilton, on the 15th February, 1860, at nine o’clock in the evening, and the weather was dreary and cold, and the cars laid over there until ten o’clock next day, and I went up into the city and saw a portion of it.  I then started for Toronto, arrived there same day at 12 o’clock.  There I met friends from Richmond, remained there several days; during the time we had a very extensive snow storm, and I took the opportunity of walking around the city looking at the elephants, and other great sights.  I liked it very much; but upon hearing that my friend and brother Stepney Brown was in Brantford, I became disatisfied and left for Brantford on the 21st February, 1860.  I have found it a very pleasant, and have been told it is the prettiest place in Canada.

It is built upon the Grand River, which is two hundred miles long, and empties into Lake Erie.  It rises to a great height every spring, and great masses of ice come down, bringing bridges, saw-logs, trees, and fairly sweeps everything before it.  The people who live upon the flats are in great danger of being drowned in their houses.

I got a situation immediately at the Kerby House, by the influence of my friend and brother, Stepney Brown, who I must say has been very kind to me, as also have the people of Brantford.  The Kerbey House is the largest hotel in the town about 250 rooms, and a stable at the back, with a gas-house of its own.  No more at present, but remain,

    Yours very respectfully,

    JOHN WILLIAM DUNGY.

    P.S.  Write at your earliest convenience, and oblige your friend,
    J.W.D.

    BRANTFORD, April 20th.