This incident is key to Putnam's character: he is idle, astute and brazen to the very verge of human capacity. His egottism is almost transcendental: the end or object of it is to ensure for himself a paradise on earth of physical enjoyment, to secure—not a niche in the temple of fame for Lewis H. Putnam—but all imaginable delights of gourmanderie for Lewis H. Putnam's stomach. The God he worships lies immediately beneath his own midriff: he bows down before a "ragout" with oriental obeisance, and counts it canonized in that it will minister to the comfort of that organ, to gratify which, he has put into operation the series of memorials to the Legislature of Virginia, Maryland, &c., &c., to which he says "WE (that is I Putnam and my stomach) have sent petitions" to the States aforesaid, "to relieve themselves of the responsibility", that is of the presence, "of the free blacks."

I confess that my indignation at the scoundrelism of these petitions, and at the deep villainy that can coolly talk of the people of Virginia making large appropriations, out of the pockets of her crushed colored people, for their removal to Africa—my own indignation is quelled (as Hamilton's in the woods) by the utter brazenness which dares, in the teeth of outraged humanity, to claim for these acts the authorship of Lewis H. Putnam, by Lewis H. Putnam himself. Judas Iscariot went and hanged himself: he was but a man. Lewis H. Putnam, with the shrieks of his expatriated brethern of Virginia and Indiana ringing in the air, pats his stomach, and softly hisses ragout, ragout.—No sane man supposes that Putnam did cause Indiana and Virginia to pass their black laws! The petitions were no more than a drop of kindred filth into the mass of ooze and slime of diabolical hate in which these laws were gendered and ripened.

There is a passage in this "card" of his, that for astute deviltry can challenge the cunning of the Father of lies: it is this—"The fact that it (the Rural District Plan) is the invention of a colored man, is sufficent to remove the impression that it is the scheme of the South for our expulsion!"

If Putnam is not already worth a hundred thousand dollars, it is not for the want of wit to plan nor brass to carry out his foray into the realms of American negrophobia, but to the idleness with which, by way of compensation to so much evil in him, nature has completed his make up. The only pain which he endures, is when his vast and brilliant and perfect schemes for entrapping the hate or the philanthropy of the land, pass in review before his active brain, and then drop quenched into the abyss of his nerveless will.

Putnam stands some five feet six inches high; complexion sambo. Head large and bald on the crown; foreheade ample, fat and beetling over his deep set small eyes, and to-