with, she was going to church, but she thought it was better to come and see me than to go to church ten times. I made up my mind I would tell her several little incidents, but first I called in the old woman, who had been a slave for some fifty-four or five years. During that time, she was sold four or five times; the last man who bought her, kept her for twenty-three years, and after working her almost to death, he forced her freedom on her, and sent her to Ohio with fifteen dollars in her pocket.
After she had conversed freely with the old woman, the latter left the parlor, when the lady commenced the conversation with me by saying, "I am an abolitionist." "I am very sorry indeed to hear that," I replied. She started, and looked at me in perfect amazement; when I said, "I don't like abolitionists, nor any that bear the name, as I have seen so much injustice and wrong, and actually speculation done in that name, that I hate to hear it; but I like every person—slave-holders, free-holders, or any other kind of holders who treat all people right, regardless of nation, station or color; and all men and women who love their Redeemer, will do this without confining themselves to any one name to make themselves conspicuous. I have known many ladies here, who contributed to causes that were good, but would have their names withheld, for fear they would be called abolitionists, for the name abolitionist is applied in contempt, to those who wish to do mischief.
Miss ——— then said, "I understand you now, and your principles; now tell me something about the South."
"I will now tell you, madam, of a gentleman who
