s of
late, have known but little respite. A shadow has been cast over
our home circles, and a check been given to the wonted
cheerfulness of our families. One night, the night that the
woman and the boy and the unborn babe received their doom, my
wife, long after midnight, literally wept herself to sleep. For
the last fortnight we have had no new cases; but even now, when
I go home in the evening, if I happen to look more serious than
usual, my wife notices it, and asks: "Is there another slave
case?" and my little girls look up anxiously for my reply.

* * * * *

From Miss MARY B. THOMAS.

Daring outrage! burglary and kidnapping! The following letter tells its
own startling and most painful story. Every manly and generous heart
must burn with indignation at the villainy it describes, and bleed with
sympathy for the almost broken-hearted sufferers.

DOWNINGTOWN, 19th, 4th mo., 1848.

"My Dear Friend:--This morning our family was aroused by the
screams of a young colored girl, who has been living with us
nearly a year past; but we were awakened only in time to see her
borne off by three white men, ruffians indeed, to a carriage at
our door, and in an instant she was on her way to the South. I
feel so much excited by the attendant circumstances of this
daring and atrocious deed, as scarcely to be able to give you a
coherent account of it, but I know that it is a duty to make it
known, and, I therefore write this immediately.

"As soon as the house was opened in the morning, these men who
were lurking without, having a carriage in waiting in the
street, entered on their horrid errand. They encountered no one
in their entrance, except a colored boy, who was making the
fire; and who, being frightened at their approach, ran and hid
himself; taking a lighted candle from the kitchen, and carrying
it up stairs, they went directly to the chamber in which the
poor girl lay in a sound sleep. They lifted her from her bed and
carried her down stairs. In the entry of the second floor they
met one of my sisters, who, hearing an unusual noise, had sprung
from her bed. Her screams, and those of the poor girl, who was
now thoroughly awakened to the dreadful truth, aroused my
father, who hurried undressed from his chamber, on the ground
floor. My father's ef