sachusetts; but I have a pleasant
time. My life reminds me of a beautiful dream. What a difference
between this and York!... I have met with some of the kindest
treatment up here that I have ever received.... I have lectured
three times this week. After I went from Limerick, I went to
Springvale; there I spoke on Sunday night at an Anti-Slavery
meeting. Some of the people are Anti-Slavery, Anti-rum and
Anti-Catholic; and if you could see our Maine ladies,--some of
them among the noblest types of womanhood you have ever seen!
They are for putting men of Anti-Slavery principles in office,
... to cleanse the corrupt fountains of our government by
sending men to Congress who will plead for our down-trodden and
oppressed brethren, our crushed and helpless sisters, whose
tears and blood bedew our soil, whose chains are clanking 'neath
our proudest banners, whose cries and groans amid our loudest
paeans rise."

Everywhere in this latitude doors opened before her, and her gifts were
universally recognized as a valuable acquisition to the cause. In the
letter above referred to she said: "I spoke in Boston on Monday
night.... Well, I am but one, but can do something, and, God helping me,
I will try. Mr. Brister from Lowell addressed the meeting; also Rev.
---- Howe. We had a good demonstration."

Having read the narrative of Solomon Northrup (12 years a slave), she
was led to embrace the Free Labor doctrine most thoroughly; and in a
letter dated at Temple, Maine, Oct. 20, 1854, after expressing the
interest she took in the annual meeting of the Anti-Slavery Society of
that state, she remarked:

"I spoke on Free Produce, and now by the way I believe in that
kind of Abolition. Oh, it does seem to strike at one of the
principal roots of the matter. I have commenced since I read
Solomon Northrup. Oh, if Mrs. Stowe has clothed American slavery
in the graceful garb of fiction, Solomon Northrup comes up from
the dark habitation of Southern cruelty where slavery fattens
and feasts on human blood with such mournful revelations that
one might almost wish for the sake of humanity that the tales of
horror which he reveals were not so. Oh, how can we pamper our
appetites upon luxuries drawn from reluctant fingers? Oh, could
slavery exist long if it did not sit on a commercial throne? I
have read somewhere, if I remember aright,