The history of Mr. White, as I have received it from himself, is the best clue to his character; developing, as it does at once, his honest independence and his success in life. “Until the age of nineteen,” said he, “I followed the plough. About that time an incident occurred which probably has contributed much to the formation of my character, and, by the aid of the free institutions of this country, to the attainment of my present position in life.

“I set off one summer morning in my best attire, and with a small knapsack on my back, to visit the Falls of Niagara. As a matter of course I took up my abode at the Hotel, and at dinner, as a matter of course also, I seated myself at the table, neither knowing nor heeding who were my neighbours. A gentleman (I believe I must acknowledge that he was an Englishman) immediately called the proprietor of the Hotel, and told him that he would not sit at table with me. I presume that the ungenteel cut of my coat, maybe my toilworn hands, offended his delicacy. Be this as it may, the host declared that he could not separate his guests; that I paid the same sum that others did, and that he could dismiss no man from his table except for ill conduct. The gentleman then desired his servant ‘to send me off.’