Moses; but what does
that prove? that Egyptian bondage was not "an enormous wrong," a
"stupendous injustice," "the sum of all villanies"? or that a Red Sea
was not already waiting to swallow up the slave-holders, horse and foot?

You may write a thousand such letters, all over the South; but though
they delude me for a while, it is only until the moisture which they
raise to my eyes from my heart, by the pathos in them, dries up, and
leaves my vision clear of all the blinding though beautiful mists of
that error which has diffused itself over one half of this goodly land,
and, I grieve to add, which has fallen upon many even here in New
England, recreant sons of liberty, traitors to the memories of Faneuil
Hall and Bunker Hill.

LETTER FROM MR. NORTH, INCLOSING THE FOREGOING. INFLUENCE OF THE LETTER
UPON HIS WIFE.

MY DEAR MR. A. BETTERDAY CUMMING:--

I have, as you see, complied with your request, and herewith I send you
my thoughts and feelings in view of the good Southern lady's letter. I
came near, once or twice, abandoning some of my long-cherished
principles, under the influence of the letter and of the reflections to
which it gave rise. But I have been enabled to retain my integrity. I am
sorry to say that the letter has made me some trouble through its effect
on my wife, to whom, incautiously, I read it. Very soon after I began to
read, I perceived that some natural drops were finding their way down
her tear-passage, leading her to a frequent use of the handkerchief. By
this means she interrupted me, I should say, six or eight times, during
the reading, and as soon as I had finished she rose and left the room.

I remained, and wrote a large part of the accompanying reflections, and,
near midnight, on repairing to my room, I found that Mrs. North was
asleep. She waked me in the morning by asking me if I was asleep. I told
her that I would gladly listen to what she had to say. She said, "Will
you not please, my dear, stop the ----, and the ----," (naming two
newspapers,) "and take others?"

"Why," said I, "what is the matter with them?"

She began to weep again. In a few moments she said, "I would give the
world if I could have a conversation with that Southern lady."

"I fear," said I, "that it would have a deleterious effect on your
attachment to the principles of liberty."

"Liberty!" said she. "Oh, how foolish I have been! I see now that there
is another side to that question."

"I hope, my dear,