[The following is taken from a recent letter of a Worcester lady, who for nearly three years past has been engaged in the work of teaching the freed people in and near Norfolk, Va. Having lately passed some weeks in Richmond, she one day met with the following experiences there:]

"One early morning I was much surprised by the appearance of "Aggie Peters," a nice old auntie from Norfolk, who kissed my hands and wept for joy. "Why, Auntie, how did you find me?" said I. "Find you, honey, why there aint a corner of the earth where you could hide so I couldn't find you, dear, if I went to look. Says I to myself one day, I wonder if now Babylon's fallen (i.e. Richmond) I can ever get any of my property back to give my children; for it aint too much longer before I shall go up yonder, (die) and I went up to tell you all about it, and they said you were in Richmond; so I comes right up:' and then she told her story in wonderful language, speaking of her wrongs so touchingly, and dwelling on the injustice to the race, as if her moral sense were more aggrieved than herself; and her eloquence was most touching and remarkable as with streaming, uplifted eyes and clasped hands she pictured the relations of the races to the north and south, the Lord's purpose in the war, what the north has given them and what they owed the north. Though sixty-five years old, Aggie has the best figure in the city, a most dignified bearing, and step elastic as a young girl, with fine manners. "I allers shows my manners and never once forget." Her perfect faith and love of her Creator kept her cheerful and courageous through everything. A free woman, owning a house, grocery, "hack and span," and donkeys, and two keerts, (carts,) hiring negroes and taking pains to get those who wished to buy their freedom, giving them a part over what they paid their master. She bought her husband and a man who was anxious to get his freedom sooner than he could pay his master, and let him work to repay her. After a visit to the north she was thrown into prison immediately on her return, and was examined and cross examined before some sharp, hard-looking judges, who wished to know all she saws or heard of the north and her views thereon. She was banished from Richmond with the threat that she should be taken to the whipping post if she returned, and kept in prison till sold. The colored man was so faithful in the charge of her property, she gave him all he made in the two years after he paid for himself, and with this money he had bought himself a little place, and he had a great name for being a steady, good man, with white and black. Without any warning he was taken off the hack while driving, and put in jail with an order than no man white or black should see him, and carried away in irons that same night for the southern market, and no one can tell where he is. One of the leading citizens, though pro slavery, knows the parties and testifies to the truthfulness of this statement. He tried to see this man, knowing him to be honest and good, and wished to get him out of jail, but the wicked white man who stole him was artful enough to secure his prey by forbidding any mortal to see him and hurrying him off so quickly.

All of Aggie's property was stolen from her, and she is very anxious for justice's sake it should be got back. "Give it to the Union if you get it, if I am gone. I've got plenty for my small wants, the Lord has been so good to me, giving me plenty of work and strength; and I've raised my children to do for themselves. When they first threw me in prison I was all down discouraged, thinking what the use if a person works hard and always shows their manners and behavior, and does as clearly as they ken what they ought, and comes to the same as them that does bad; but presently the Lord shone in the room, and I felt as happy and easy as a baby, and I prayed and sang all night; they came and tried to stop me, but I felt I ought to sing praises, but in the morning they tied me to the whipping post to take it out of me, but when I got rested I began again."

The writer of the letter represents that the case of the colored people in Richmond is a very hard one now. The white people insult and rob and beat them often, and there is small interference on the part of the military there. Indeed our own soldiers too often join in these outrages, and have themselves been shot at by white ruffians in instances where they did protect the colored people from violence. It is certain that Gen. Halleck is not the man for Richmond.