e Gospel to every creature."

With the strongest love,
Your affectionate Aunt.

CHAPTER VI.

QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS.

"The sages say dame Truth delights to dwell,
Strange mansion! in the bottom of a well.
Questions are, then, the windlass and the rope
That pull the grave old gentlewoman up."

PETER PINDAR.

My friend, Mr. North, having read the foregoing letters, wrote me a note
requesting me to come and spend an evening with him and his wife, and
answer some questions occasioned by these letters. The lady was earnest
that I should do so.

After being seated before a cheerful fire in my friend's house, while it
was raining violently, so that we felt defended from all interruption,
my friend said,--

"Here, first of all, is the Southern lady's letter to her father, which,
I suppose, belongs to him, and which you may wish to send back."

"I do," said I.

"But, please," said Mrs. North, "let it be published. Add to it the
incident of the Southern lady nursing the sick babe of a slave."

"O my dear," said her husband, "that would create a false impression. It
would be a pro-slavery tract. It would abate Northern zeal against the
'sum of all villanies.' Something should go forth with such
representations to correct their influence in the Free States. What
would become of the cause of freedom should such stories make their
impression upon the minds of our people?"

"You might," said I, "make a heading of an auction-block, or
slave-coffle; add the last pattern of a slave-driver's whip; picture a
panting fugitive on his way to the North; give us a ship's hold, with a
black boy just detected among the stowage. You would thus, perhaps, keep
these beautiful, touching illustrations of loving-kindness in
slave-holders from having the least effect."

"It is very important," said he, seriously, "to keep up a just
abhorrence of slavery here at the North, because"--

"Excuse me," said I, "but what do you mean by an abhorrence of slavery?"

"Why," said he, "is not the Christian world agreed that 'slavery is the
sum of all villanies'?"

"By no means, in the United States," said I; "you might with as real
truth say that here slavery is the sum of all the loving-kindnesses."

"Is not that letter of the Southern lady to her father," said he, "as
rare a thing almost as a white crow?"

"O husband," said Mrs. North, "what an opinion you must have of Southern
society!"

"Is not Gustavus," said I, "a pe