never seen here. Indeed the one half of the people have never
seen more than a half-dozen of colored people. There are none in
all this region.

I am lending Peter Still--the book--to my neighbors. It is
devoured with great interest. It does good. I think, however, if
I had been writing such a book, I would have wedged in much more
testimony against slavery and its horrid accompaniments and
consequences.

I would be glad to hear how Peter and his family are prospering.

Do you see my friends, Mr. Orr and Rev. Willson, now-a-days? Do
they help in the good cause?

If the ladies here should make up fine shirts for men, or
children's clothes of various kinds, would they be of use at
Philadelphia, or New York, to fugitives? Or would it not be
advisable to send them there? The ladies here complain that they
cannot sell what they make.

My dear brother, be not discouraged in your work, your labor of
love. The prospect before the poor slave is indeed dark, dark!
But the power shall not always be on the side of the oppressor.
God reigns. A day of vengeance will come, and that soon.

Mrs. Stowe makes Dred utter many a truth. Would that God would
write it indelibly on the heart of the nation. But the people
will not hear, and the cup of iniquity will soon fill to
overflowing; and whose ears will not be made to tingle when the
God of Sabaoth awakes to plead the cause of the dumb?

Yours, very sincerely,

N.R. JOHNSTON.

P.S. When I was in New York last Fall, October, I was in the
Anti-Slavery office one day, when a friend in the office showed
me a dispatch just received from Philadelphia, signed W.S.,
which gave notice of "six parcels" coming by the train, etc. And
before I left the office the "parcels" came in, each on two
legs. Strange parcels, that would run away on legs.

My heart leaped for joy at seeing these rescued ones. O that God
would arise and break the yoke of oppression! Let us labor on
and ever, until our work is done, until all are free.

Since the late Republican farce has closed I hope to get some
more subscribers for the Standard. Honest men's eyes will be
opened after a while, and the standard of right and expediency
be elevated. Let us "hope on and ever."

Yours, for the right,

N.R.J.

TOPSHAM, VT., April 3d, 185