urn with the
kindness and deference paid to white people. When I go to church, I am
met by no upturned nose and scornful lip to tell me, "_We don't allow
niggers in here_!"

I remember, about two years ago, there was in Boston, near the
south-west corner of Boston Common, a menagerie. I had long desired to
see such a collection as I understood was being exhibited there. Never
having had an opportunity while a slave, I resolved to seize this, my
first, since my escape. I went, and as I approached the entrance to
gain admission, I was met and told by the door-keeper, in a harsh and
contemptuous tone, "_We don't allow niggers in here_." I also remember
attending a revival meeting in the Rev. Henry Jackson's meeting-house,
at New Bedford, and going up the broad aisle to find a seat, I was met
by a good deacon, who told me, in a pious tone, "_We don't allow niggers
in here_!" Soon after my arrival in New Bedford, from the south, I had
a strong desire to attend the Lyceum, but was told, "_They don't allow
niggers in here_!" While passing from New York to Boston, on the steamer
Massachusetts, on the night of the 9th of December, 1843, when chilled
almost through with the cold, I went into the cabin to get a little
warm. I was soon touched upon the shoulder, and told, "_We don't allow
niggers in here_!" On arriving in Boston, from an anti-slavery tour,
hungry and tired, I went into an eating-house, near my friend, Mr.
Campbell's to get some refreshments. I was met by a lad in a white
apron, "_We don't allow niggers in here_!"{289} A week or two before
leaving the United States, I had a meeting appointed at Weymouth, the
home of that glorious band of true abolitionists, the Weston family, and
others. On attempting to take a seat in the omnibus to that place, I
was told by the driver (and I never shall forget his fiendish hate). "_I
don't allow niggers in here_!" Thank heaven for the respite I now
enjoy! I had been in Dublin but a few days, when a gentleman of great
respectability kindly offered to conduct me through all the public
buildings of that beautiful city; and a little afterward, I found myself
dining with the lord mayor of Dublin. What a pity there was not some
American democratic Christian at the door of his splendid mansion, to
bark out at my approach, "_They don't allow niggers in here_!" The truth
is, the people here know nothing of the republican Negro hate prevalent
in our glorious land. They measure and esteem me