fe is not so easy here, but I can walk the streets as a
lady, and my children are free to play and romp without fear of being
killed for accidentally or purposely treading upon the toe of a white
child. I have been free too long to endure slavery for one moment.
Wilmington is not what it used to be, and I fear it never will be. I
have just received a letter from Mrs. Cole saying that the situation has
not changed. On Castle street about a month ago a black child's body
was found full of bruises. It is supposed he was killed by white boys in
sport. A young man was called to his door a few nights ago and shot down
because he had driven his horse over a gentleman's (?) dog. She says to
appeal to the law is useless. She says further that the poor whites are
preparing for another raid. Now, I would rather live here free in
poverty than to live there a slave in comfort. The children are all
away, the property is sold, and there is nothing to be gained by going."
Bill said no more to his wife upon the subject; he knew her too well to
misunderstand her words.

Molly's Final Step.

It was Sunday evening in New York. Bethel Church was crowded to the
doors. The sermon had been concluded, and the choir and congregation had
solemnly chanted the Lord's Prayer. "As I looked over this audience
to-night," said Dr. Henderson, descending from the pulpit, "I think of
the words of the blessed Saviour, 'The fields are white and ready to
harvest,' so I'm going to open the doors of the church. Who here is
ready to make a start for heaven to-night? Come, sinner! God's not
calling the righteous, but you. There is a prodigal child here to-night
who has wandered from home. Come home; there is bread and to spare, and
a warm welcome there. Here comes one, thank God!" A young man went
forward and took the minister's hand, followed by two others. "Who else
will come? There is some one that is almost persuaded. Remember that to
be almost persuaded is to be lost. Come, sinner.

"'Will you scorn the message
Sent in mercy from above?
Every sentence, oh how tender!
Every line is full of love.'

"Listen to it: 'Every line is full of love.' God requires no
preparation; come just as you are. Just surrender yourself, yourself
to--" "I surrender, Lord." This exclamation startled the audience, and
all eyes were turned upon a tall and stately woman, who suddenly arose
in the centre of the church and started forward. This was Mol