out this production. It purports to be from a young man in
one of our New England literary institutions, whose aunt, with her
husband, was residing at the South for the health of a niece, a sister
to this young man;--they being orphans. The letter is so entirely in the
same key with your feelings that you cannot fail to be interested.
Knowing that you love rare specimens in everything, I send you this as
"the only one of its kind," or as we say, "_sui generis_."--A.B.C.]

---- College, ---- -- ----.

MY DEAR AUNT,--

I have not heard from you but once since your arrival at the South. It
is because sister is more unwell? or because you are very busy with
your arrangements for the winter? or is it because, as I more than half
suspect, you are so much overcome by your first observation and
experience of slavery, that you have but little strength left to write
to me from that "---- post of observation, darker every hour"? Perhaps
you are mustering courage to tell me of the sights which you have seen,
the little while that you have been among the poor, enslaved children of
the sun in our Southern house of bondage. "Afraid to ask, yet much
concerned to know," I wait impatiently for a letter from you. I expect
to make great use of its details among my fellow-students, many of whom,
I mourn to say, have their hearts case-hardened against the story of
oppression. They will show an interest in everybody and everything
sooner than in the slave and his wrongs. They are not only callous on
that subject, but they laugh at your zeal and call it hard names.

No one can tell what I suffer in the cause of freedom, through my
well-meant endeavors to interest and instruct others on the subject
which absorbs my thoughts. I know that I shall have your sympathy; and
when I come to hear from you what your own eyes have seen, ere this, in
slavery, I shall esteem all my sufferings in the cause of the slave as
light as air.

I employ the intervals of study in walking among the beautiful scenery
of the village and its environs, if haply I may meet with some to whom I
may open my mind on this great theme. The last time that I went out for
this purpose, I met with a sad sight. A horse was running away with a
buggy, while between the body of the carriage and the wheel I saw
depending a foot, which I at once inferred was that of a lady. The horse
rushed by, and sure enough, a young lady had fallen on the floor of the
buggy, holding the reins, e