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arrive at the limits of forbearance with all the Northern advocates of
oppression.

XI.

Whereas no one who holds slaves can be a Christian; and whereas Abraham,
Isaac, and Jacob were slave-holders, Abraham himself having owned more
slaves than any Southerner; and whereas a synonyme of heaven, in the New
Testament, is "Abraham's bosom;" and whereas no true friend of freedom
can consistently have Christian communion with slave-holders,

_Resolved_, That we look with deep interest to the introduction among us
of the principles of the Hindoo philosophy and religion (including the
transmigration of souls), through tentative articles in our magazines;
by which there is opening to us a way of escape from that heaven one
exponent of which is, to lie in the bosom of a slave-holder.

XII.

And in conclusion,

_Be it Resolved_, That Bunker Hill was since Mount Sinai, that Faneuil
Hall is far in advance of the Tabernacle in the Wilderness; and that our
anti-slavery literature is immeasurably beyond epistles to Philemon and
other inspired pro-slavery tracts.

CHAPTER V.

THE GOOD NORTHERN LADY'S LETTER FROM THE SOUTH.

"No haughty gesture marks his gait,
No pompous tone his word;
No studied attitude is seen,
No palling nonsense heard;
He'll suit his bearing to the hour,
Laugh, listen, learn, or teach.
With joyous freedom in his mirth,
And candor in his speech."--ELIZA COOK.

[My friend, A. Freeman North, having read the foregoing, returned it
with a hasty note, in pencil, saying, "Please send me the Aunt's reply,
if you have it, or can procure it." I accordingly sent it, and we have
it here.]

MY DEAR NEPHEW,--

Your letter came while we had gone into the country for a fortnight.
Hattie is much improved, and I trust will soon be well. I gave her your
letter to read. She told me that she could not find it in her heart to
wonder at you for it; for once she should probably have written very
much in the same strain.

It was Easter Monday afternoon when our steamboat reached the wharf. We
took an open carriage and drove toward the hotel. As we reached the
centre of the city, the place seemed to be full of colored people, who
evidently had just come out of their meeting-houses. This was our first
view of the blacks. Our driver had to stop frequently while they were
crossing the streets, and we had full opportunity to enjoy the sight.
Hattie exclaimed, after looking at them a few moments