From our Brooklyn Correspondent.

DEAR DOUGLASS:—Late in the afternoon, I was cold, faint and weary, and far remote from home, surrounded by the din and confusion of Sodom—"where," inquired I, of a man of color, who stood near, "where shall I find warmth and refreshment?" "Over there," said he, pointing across the way to a restorant, to which I repaired immediately. Warmth! exclaimed I, as I hugged a stove that was as cold as an icicle of Russia, or an iceburgh of Zembla—my teeth chattering fearfully meanwhile. So, finding no warmth, my mind next returned to something to stay the inner-man. It was late in the afternoon—still it was with some difficulty that something was provided; well enough in its way when it did come; with some few exceptions which I beg to state; this establishment, being, I believe, one of the chief feeding places for respectable men of color, in and about this part of Sodom, and hence, it demands, at least, some notice.

1. It consists of two departments: one for blacks and one for whites. The one for blacks, adjoining the kitchen, out of which issues volumes of etlluvia from fat Irish Bridget's frying pans, bake-pans, stew-pans, and all sorts of pans, together, with sundry pots and kettles, to the detriment of even the keenest appetites; a mere screen being between, through which, may continually be seen, both Bridget's and Judy's eyes, noses, mouths, and profusions of scraggy hair; certainly not very much to the edification of colored gentlemen in the act of feeding; while the apartment for the whites is sufficiently removed and partitioned from the cook's kitchen for practical comfort.

2. The tables for the blacks are covered with dingy oil-cloth, and bedecked with still more dingy, old and battered pewter waterpitchers, rough, open basins for sugar; and, of course, that staple well saturated with the fumes of said kitchen, while ricketty apologies for castors and bottles to match adorn these sombre tables; those for the whites, on the other hand, are covered with clean white cloths, neat china sugar-bowls, covered, clean castors, &c., all invitingly spread. The room for the blacks, owing to its contiguity to the kitchen, wore an aspect, somewhat between a dirty brown and a smutty white, while that of the whites was clean and white as chalk; whether all this was in imitation of occupants of each, I know not; but such was the fact. Much more might be said, but this simple contrast, which has been staring colored men fuller and fuller in the face, since the commencement and forcing itself upon me, while waiting will suffice for the present. But the best part of the story is yet to be told. The proprietor of this establishment, some years since, opened this place expressly for the accommodation of men of color; retaining a mere side place for some chance a white stranger who might happen in; and such is the sustenance he has received from the blacks, that he has become wealthy, residing in his own brick