been
sold to human flesh-mongers, with a view to filling our own ever-hungry
purse. Sir, I desire to know how and where these dear sisters are. Have
you sold them? or are they still in your possession? What has become
of them? are they living or dead? And my dear old grandmother, whom you
turned out like an old horse to die in the woods--is she still alive?
Write and let me know all about them. If my grandmother be still alive,
she is of no service to you, for by this time she must be nearly eighty
years old--too old to be cared for by one to whom she has ceased to be
of service; send her to me at Rochester, or bring her to Philadelphia,
and it shall be the crowning happiness of my life to take care of her
in her old age. Oh! she was to me a mother and a father, so far as hard
toil for my comfort could make her such. Send me my grandmother! that I
may watch over and take care of her in her old age. And my sisters--let
me know all about them. I would write to them, and learn all I want to
know of them, without disturbing you in any way, but that, through your
unrighteous conduct, they have been entirely deprived of the power
to read and write. You have kept them in utter ignorance, and have
therefore robbed them of the sweet enjoyments of writing or receiving
letters from absent friends and relatives. Your wickedness and cruelty,
committed in this respect on your fellow-creatures, are greater than all
the stripes you have laid upon my back or theirs. It is an outrage upon
the soul, a war upon the immortal spirit, and one for which you must
give account at the bar of our common Father and Creator.{336}

The responsibility which you have assumed in this regard is truly awful,
and how you could stagger under it these many years is marvelous. Your
mind must have become darkened, your heart hardened, your conscience
seared and petrified, or you would have long since thrown off the
accursed load, and sought relief at the hands of a sin-forgiving God.
How, let me ask, would you look upon me, were I, some dark night, in
company with a band of hardened villains, to enter the precincts of
your elegant dwelling, and seize the person of your own lovely daughter,
Amanda, and carry her off from your family, friends, and all the loved
ones of her youth--make her my slave--compel her to work, and I take her
wages--place her name on my ledger as property--disregard her personal
rights--fetter the powers of her immortal soul by denying he