This is a cold, wet day. It is very unpleasant. I went today to see a colored child belonging to a slavetrader. It was shocking to me to hear the abuse to the slaves from this dealer in human flesh. He seemed to have an idea that it quite humane not to be beating them and that it afforded them much pleasure to injure their feelings as much as possible. Depict in the darkest shade the horrid situation they would be in when once, in the far South, and that they would live but a few years. Such odious principles as these ought never to be countenanced. The situation of the sale is anything but pleasant, and to insult to injury is a double crime.