This incident is key to Putnam's char-
acter: he is idle, astute and brazen to the
very verge of human capacity. His egot-
tism is almost transcendental: the end or
object of it is to ensure for himself a para-
dise on earth of physical enjoyment, to se-
cure—not a niche in the temple of fame for
Lewis H. Putnam—but all imaginable de-
lights of gourmanderie for Lewis H. Put-
nam'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 stom-
ach) have sent petitions" to the States afore-
said, "to relieve themselves of the responsi-
bility", that is of the presence, "of the free
blacks."

I confess that my indignation at the scoun-
drelism 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 indig-
nation 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. Put-
nam, 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 Vir-
ginia 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 suffi-
cent 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 compen-
sation to so much evil in him, nature has
completed his make up. The only pain
which he endures, is when his vast and bril-
liant 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 nerve-
less 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-