It will be observed that the column designed for registering the number of whites is still filled only by ciphers, but not because the teacher is unwilling to receive pupils, both of whose parents are of the dominant race. I have always felt that I would like to see the black and white children start together in the race, if for no other reason to show the world which would run the fastest. My last effort to induce a white child to come into my school was as amusing as it was unsuccessful. A boy living in the neighborhood of my school has, for some time, been in the habit of coming into the yard, and playing with my boys at recess, and walking quietly away when the bell called the scholars in. The last time he was there, it occurred to me that he would like to come in, if invited. I therefore asked him if he went to school. "Not now; used to go to private school, before the war; mother can't afford to send me now." --"How would you like to come to my school?" --"Come to your school? Where?" -- "Why, here;" I replied, "where these boys that you were playing with belong." Hastily picking up his marbles, with a look calculated to annihilate me, he exclaimed, "I'd have you know that I don't put myself on an equal with niggers!" --"Now stop;" said I, "and let us see how foolish that is. You like to come here and play, and these boys like to play with you. Now, why not come in and study with them?" And, not giving him time for another thrust at color, I added, "It shall not cost you any thing,; not even for your books, if you are not able to pay for them." Then you should have seen my "haughty Southron." To the insult of asking him to go into the school with "niggers," I had added the injury of supposing him reduced so low as to be willing to accept education without money and without price. "My mother would not let me go to a free school, no how." --"But," said I, "I never went to any but free schools. Don't you think I could teach you?" --"Oh yes, marm! I reckon you could; for the Yankees get a right smart of learning in their free schools somehow." I was almost inclined to forgive him for his contempt of my school, in consideration of his unintentional compliments to "Yankee free schools."

Our Lincoln night school continues to attract its two hundred pupils. I wish it were possible to have it photographed for you,--the serious earnestness of the turbaned heads and spectacled faces bent reverently over their primers; the young men, earnest, and determined that no want of educational qualification shall long hinder their enfranchisement; the weary washerwoman and cook, hurrying in at a late hour, unrolling their sleeves, and smoothing their broad, white aprons over their soiled dresses; the tired seamstresses (I have two in my class with skins colored just like my own); the joyous groups of boys and girls who are helping "mammy," and so cannot go to day school, but to whom learning to read is just so much fun; and, not to be forgotten here, though they get no attention there, some three or four dark bundles, asleep in a dark corner of the church, where they are put for safe keeping, while father and mother are learning to read. Oh! it would make just such a picture as I would like to add to the decorations of the White House.

The veto fell with a disheartening, but by no means crushing, effect upon the freed-people. The evening it was announced in the school was one of the saddest I have experienced with them since the death of President Lincoln.

A few evenings before, a nephew of Senator Trumbull had visited the school, and, on being asked to address them, said he had no speech to make, but would say to them, "Congress is doing all it can for you." That they warmly applauded, pronouncing it "the best speech" they had ever heard in a long time. Their faith i the powers that be is as astonishing as it is beautiful. How cruel to abuse it!

I receive the "Commonwealth," and circulate it among my young politicians. Many thanks for it. I send you the "Examiner" occasionally, although I hardly like to encourage such wickedness. James, my representative boy, came to me with a doleful face, when it was rumored that the "Examiner" was to go on again, to ask if President Johnson could revoke General Grant's order. "Oh, yes!" I replied. After a moment, he looked up, more hopefully, with the question, "Can't somebody revoke President Johnson?" I sent him to the Constitution for an answer, but hardly think he found one that satisfied him.

B. L. CANEDY.