ull of work;
sometimes I speak twice a day. Part of my lectures are given
privately to women, and for them I never make any charge, or
take up any collection. But this part of the country reminds me
of heathen ground, and though my work may not be recognized as
part of it used to be in the North, yet never perhaps were my
services more needed; and according to their intelligence and
means perhaps never better appreciated than here among these
lowly people. I am now going to have a private meeting with the
women of this place if they will come out. I am going to talk
with them about their daughters, and about things connected with
the welfare of the race. Now is the time for our women to begin
to try to lift up their heads and plant the roots of progress
under the hearthstone. Last night I spoke in a school-house,
where there was not, to my knowledge, a single window glass;
to-day I write to you in a lowly cabin, where the windows in the
room are formed by two apertures in the wall. There is a
wide-spread and almost universal appearance of poverty in this
State where I have been, but thus far I have seen no, or
scarcely any, pauperism. I am not sure that I have seen any. The
climate is so fine, so little cold that poor people can live off
of less than they can in the North. Last night my table was
adorned with roses, although I did not get one cent for my
lecture." * * *

"The political heavens are getting somewhat overcast. Some of
this old rebel element, I think, are in favor of taking away the
colored man's vote, and if he loses it now it may be generations
before he gets it again. Well, after all perhaps the colored man
generally is not really developed enough to value his vote and
equality with other races, so he gets enough to eat and drink,
and be comfortable, perhaps the loss of his vote would not be a
serious grievance to many; but his children differently educated
and trained by circumstances might feel political inferiority
rather a bitter cup."

"After all whether they encourage or discourage me, I belong to
this race, and when it is down I belong to a down race; when it
is up I belong to a risen race."

She writes thus from Montgomery, December 29th, 1870:

"Did you ever read a little poem commencing, I think, with these
words:

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