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steamer had gone; consequently we had to wait

there a fortnight, for the Cambria.
The coach was patched up, and reached Halifax

with the luggage, soon after the passengers arrived.
The only respectable hotel that was then in the

town had suspended business, and was closed; so
we went to the inn, opposite the market, where

the coach stopped: a most miserable, dirty hole
it was.

Knowing that we were still under the influence
of the low Yankee prejudice, I sent my wife in with

the other passengers, to engage a bed for herself and
husband. I stopped outside in the rain till the

coach came up. If I had gone in and asked for a
bed they would have been quite full. But as they

thought my wife was white, she had no difficulty in
securing apartments, into which the luggage was

afterwards carried. The landlady, observing that I
took an interest in the baggage, became some-

what uneasy, and went into my wife's room, and said
to her, "Do you know the dark man downstairs?"

"Yes, he is my husband." "Oh! I mean the
black man--the NIGGER?" "I quite understand

you; he is my husband." "My God!" exclaimed
the woman as she flounced out and banged to the

door. On going upstairs, I heard what had taken
place: but, as we were there, and did not mean

to leave that night, we did not disturb ourselves.
On our ordering tea, the landlady sent word back

to say that we must take it in the kitchen, or in our
bed-room, as she had no other room for "niggers."

We replied that we were not particular, and that
they could sent it up to our room,--which they did.

After the pro-slavery persons who were staying
there heard that we were in, the whole house

became agitated, and all sorts of oaths and fearful
threats were heaped upon the "d----d niggers, for

coming among white folks." Some of them said
they would not stop there a minute if there was

another house to go to.
The mistress came up the next morning to know

how long we wished to stop. We said a fortnight.
"Oh! dear me, it is impossible for us to accom-

modate you, and I think you had better go: you
must understand, I have no prejudice myself; I

think a good deal of the coloured people, and have
always been their friend; but if you stop here we

shall lose all our customers, which we can't do no-
how." We said we were glad to hear that she had

"no prejudice," and was such a staunch friend to
the coloured people. We also informed her that

we would be sorry for her "customers" to leave
on our account; and as it was not our intention to

interfere with anyone, it was foolish for them to be
frightened away. However, if she would get us a

comfortable place, we would be glad to leave. The
landlady said she would go out and try. After

spending the whole morning in canvassing the
town, she came to our room and said, "I have been

from one end of the place to the other, but every-
body is full." Having a little foretaste of the

vulgar prejudice of the town, we did not wonder at
this result. However, the landlady gave me the

address of some respectable coloured families, whom
she thought, "under the circumstances," might be

induced to take us. And, as we were not at all
comfortable--being compelled to sit, eat and sleep,

in the same small room--we were quite willing to
change our quarters.

I called upon the Rev. Mr. Cannady, a truly good-
hearted Christian man, who received us at a word;

and both he and his kind lady treated us hand-
somely, and for a nominal charge.

My wife and myself were both unwell when we
left Boston, and, having taken fresh cold on the

journey to Halifax, we were laid up there under
the doctor's care, nearly the whole fortnight. I

had much worry about getting tickets, for they
baffled us shamefully at the Cunard office. They at

first said that they did not book till the steamer
came; which was not the fact. When I called

again, they said they knew the steamer would
come full from Boston, and therefore we had "bet-

ter try to get to Liverpool by other means."
Other mean Yankee excuses were made; and it

was not till an influential gentleman, to whom
Mr. Francis Jackson, of Boston, kindly gave us

a letter, went and rebuked them, that we were able
to secure our tickets. So when we went on board

my wife was very poorly, and was also so ill on the
voyage that I did not believe she could live to see

Liverpool.
However, I am thankful to say she arrived;

and, after laying up at Liverpool very ill for two or
three weeks, gradually recovered.

It was not until we stepped upon the shore at
Liverpool that we were free from every slavish

fear.
We raised our thankful hearts to Heaven, and

could have knelt down, like the Neapolitan exiles,
and kissed the soil; for we felt that from slavery

"Heaven sure had kept this spot of earth uncurs'd,
To show how all lthings were created first."

In a few days after we landed, the Rev. Francis
Bishop and his lady came and invited us to be their

guests; to whose unlimited kindness and watchful
care my wife owes, in a great degree, her restoration

to health.
We enclosed our letter from the Rev. Mr. May

to Mr. Estlin, who at once wrote to invite us to his
house at Bristol. On arriving there, both Mr. and

Miss Estlin received us as cordially as did our first
good Quaker friends in Pennsylvania. It grieves

me much to have to mention that he is no more.
Everyone who knew him can truthfully say--

"Peace to the memory of a man of worth,
A man of letters, and of manners too!

Of manners sweet as Virtue always wears
When gay Good-nature dresses her in smiles."

It was principally through the extreme kindness of
Mr. Estlin, the Right Hon. Lady Noel Byron, Miss

Harriet Martineau, Mrs. Reid, Miss Sturch, and
a few other good friends, that my wife and myself

were able to spend a short time at a school in this
country, to acquire a little of that education which

we were so shamefully deprived of while in the
house of bondage. The school is under the super-

vision of the Misses Lushington, D.C.L. During
our stay at the school we received the greatest atten-

tion from every one; and I am particularly indebted
to Thomas Wilson, Esq., of Bradmore House, Chis-

wick, (who was then the master,) for the deep
interest he took in trying to get me on in my

studies. We shall ever fondly and gratefully cherish
the memory of our endeared and departed friend,

Mr. Estlin. We, as well as the Anti-Slavery cause,
lost a good friend in him. However, if departed

spirits in Heaven are conscious of the wickedness
of this world, and are allowed to speak, he will

never fail to plead in the presence of the angelic
host, and before the great and just Judge, for down-

trodden and outraged humanity.
"Therefore I cannot think thee wholly gone;

The better part of thee is with us still;
Thy soul its hampering clay aside hath thrown,

And only freer wrestles with the ill.
"Thou livest in the life of all good things;

What words thou spak'st for Freedom shall not die;
Thou sleepest not, for now thy Love hath wings

To soar where hence thy hope could hardly fly.
"And often, from that other world, on this

Some gleams from great souls gone before may shine,
To shed on struggling hearts a clearer bliss,

And clothe the Right with lustre more divine.
"Farewell! good man, good angel now! this hand

Soon, like thine own, shall lose its cunning, too;
Soon shall this soul, like thine, bewildered stand,

Then leap to thread the free unfathomed blue."
JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL.

In the preceding pages I have not dwelt upon
the great barbarities which are practised upon the

slaves; because I wish to present the system in its
mildest form, and to show that the "tender mercies

of the wicked are cruel." But I do now, however,
most solemnly declare, that a very large majority

of the American slaves are over-worked, under-fed,
and frequently unmercifully flogged.

I have often seen slaves tortured in every con-
ceivable manner. I have seen him hunted down

and torn by bloodhounds. I have seen them
shamefully beaten, and branded with hot irons. I

have seen them hunted, and even burned alive at
the stake, frequently for offences that would be

applauded if committed by white persons for similar
purposes.

In short, it is well known in England, if not all
over the world, that the Americans, as a people, are

notoriously mean and cruel towards all coloured
persons, whether they are bond or free.

"Oh, tyrant, thou who sleepest
On a volcano, from whose pent-up wrath,

Already some red flashes bursting up,
Beware!"

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