For the Colored American.

MR. EDITOR - My last letter informed you that I was not yet through my visit at Middletown, Conn., and that I hoped to be able to do considerable more for our journal, &c. My expectations were not fully realized, yet I did very well, considering the hard times, and the few working men and women that they have got. Four or five of them have to do most all the work in both Church and State, whilst others do comparatively nothing, yet participate equally in the benefits; still, the cause of improvement is onward, and a brighter day is dawning. Brother P. Ross is with them as pastor, and notwithstanding he is a small man, he has a large heart, and a strong voice, and believes in going right ahead in religion, temperance, education, and all the rights of his master's down-trodden and poor.

The spirit of Colonization in Middletown is still unwilling to go down, yet it is dying.

As usual, you will perceive that I have been walking in the city of the dead, (the grave yard.) I was accompanied by brethren Ross, Jeffrey, and Hanson. - Tombstones tell such hard stories, we did not know whether to believe the following or not, which we found on two of them. Perhaps you can tell us, as Middletown used to be your place of residence:

1. "In memory of Jenney, the servant of the Rev. Enoch Huntington, and the wife of Mark Winthrop - who died April 28, 1784. On the day of her death, she was Mr. Huntington's property"!!

2. "In memory of Cato, servant of Lamberton Cooper, who died Sept. 4, 1804, in the 17th year of his age."

Do you think they were used well? Methinks eternity will tell!

On the 18th I went to Hartford, Conn., and did up our business as near as I could; and on the 28th went to New Haven to attend the installation of brother Beman the same afternoon. I was not acquainted with all the clergy who took part in the exercises; therefore cannot give a full report. But the scene was solemn, beautiful, and interesting. The Rev. T.S. Wright, of your city, preached the sermon, and it was one of his happiest efforts. His text was, "I am not ashamed of the gospel." When he came to that part where The bleeding slave is to be the preacher's client, no quill is competent to give a description of his burning eloquence. It appeared to me that all might have raised on their feet. In breathless silence, every eye was upon him, as if to see how far in divine sublimity he was going before he stopped. Rev. Mr. Ludlow gave the charge to the pastor; it was very plain, but solemn and affecting. In the course of his remarks, he said that a farmer was asked once, how it was that he always had such fine sheep: he replied, because I take good care of my lambs. Then, says Mr. L., you must be sure to take good care of your lambs, and you will always have a fine flock of sheep. He said, you must write at least one sermon a week, and always have something new, or a variety, and to preach plain and simple, so that the weakest in the church may comprehend, &c. Rev. Mr. Pennington, of Hartford, Conn., gave the charge to the people; and I must say that I never heard such a charge, and I doubt whether bro. B.'s people ever did. He put in his scythe, and never stopped, crooked or turned, until he got through, and came down from the pulpit. He walked into the domestic circle of the church just as if he was at home, and like a father, he told them how wicked it was for members to complain as some do sometimes, about their pastor going abroad, and his not visiting them as much as they think he ought to, &c. He said, it sometimes happens that those who complain most were the ones who were in debt to the church or pastor, and consequently were contributing to their pastor's embarrassment. He also told them how beautiful and delightful it was to dwell together in unity. He was very solemn and affectionate, as he most always is, but sharp as a two-edged sword. Brother Beman pronounced the benediction. In the evening we had a great temperance meeting, which was addressed by the following gentlemen: Rev. Messrs. Pennington, Wright, Ludlow, Gloucester, Ross, and my humble self. During the afternoon and evening it was good to be there. May heaven's richest blessings rest upon brother B. and his church, and help him to take good care of his lambs, so that he may always have a fine flock of sheep. On Thursday, the 29th ult., two stage loads of us went to Bridgeport, to attend the Conn. State Temperance Society. It was not so large as I expected, yet it was a great meeting. Notwithstanding the storm, the presence of seventy ladies from abroad, as well as the city of Bridgeport, added much to the life of the Convention. One lady hired a horse and carriage to bring her intemperate husband up to the shrine of teetotalism; and, joy to tell, he was broke down, and like a man, he threw off the shackles of rum, and stepped forward, in tears of true repentance, as we believe, and signed the pledge! And a happier couple I don't know as I ever saw. I saw him the next day, still rejoicing. Bridgeport is a handsome place, and the people know how to entertain strangers. I think that the Convention next year ought to be held there again, as I do not think that it was generally known. I hope that brother Norris and those whose business it is, will see to it. Our friends in Hartford are as warm as ever in the cause of improvement of every kind. Our Methodist brethren are making a mighty effort to get them a meeting house. They have purchased the ground, and made one payment on it. May the Lord prosper them, I know you will say. I got a few new subscribers of the right kind, young men and women; our old ones who did not settle with me, promised to send you the money soon. My visit to Farmington, to see Mr. Prince, our abolition friends, and the noble Cinque and his comrades, will never be forgotten. Mr. Norton is delighted with our journal; he keeps it upon his table, among the rest of his periodicals, as a badge of his identity with the cause of the bleeding slave. I would that our abolition friends in general would emulate his example - toe right up to practical anti-slavery. How the cause would advance, while the slaveholder would be trembling. Most all in the village are anti-slavery, but not all of the right kind. I visited the Mendians every day while in town, and it would do your heart and soul good to sit and see them learn while their teacher, Mr. Raymond, is instructing them. When they come to a hard word, soon as they find out what it is, so that they understand it, they all laugh right out loud, it makes them so glad; and so they are going ahead. In my next, I shall tell you something more about Farmington and New Haven.

I know you will rebuke me for writing so long a letter, but I ask your pardon, and hope you will grant it without abridging my letter, as your clerk did before. I will no close, if you will please to record the names of Cinque and his comrades, in connection with this letter, that they may be a matter of history, and our journal graced with such illustrious names, to hand down to posterity:

Cinque, the Chief; Kinna; Ka-li, (Wu-lu;) Little Fu-li, (Wa;) Large Bar-tu; Ful-li, (Wu-lu;) Fa-ban-na; Fa-gin-na; ban-na, (Wa:) Si-si; So-ko-ma; Kong; Sa; Grab-eau; Ya-boi; Na-qua, or Na-kwoi; Ber-ri; Yang-o-ni; Ban-yai-ye; Dam-ma; Ba; Fa-kin-na; Pi-e; Molu; Kimbo; << Kali>> , (Wa;) Su-ma, Shu-li; Ban-na, (Wu-lu;) Pu-ngwaw-ni; Kon-o-ma; Ba-u. The names of the girls are, Mar-gru; Te-me; Ken-yeh. The name of the one that was drowned is Fo-ni.

I expect to leave Hartford for Springfield, at 2 o'clock this afternoon. Adieu.

W.P. JOHNSON.