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 immediate-
ly. Warmth! exclaimed I, as I hugged a
stove that was as cold as an icicle of Russia,
or an iceburgh of Zembla—my teeth chatter-
ing 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; cer-
tainly not very much to the edification of
colored gentlemen in the act of feeding;
while the apartment for the whites is suffi-
ciently 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 water-
pitchers, rough, open basins for sugar; and,
of course, that staple well saturated with the
fumes of said kitchen, while ricketty apolo-
gies 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 smut-
ty 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 full-
er 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, open-
ed this place expressly for the accommoda-
tion 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