Bailey
the other day, and he spoke of the advantage of several kind
friends sticking close to him under recent circumstances at
Alexandria, when he was exposed to the spite and rage of
slave-holding bullies. Would it not be well to make a habit, in
the evening in particular, of you, who are marked men, going
about in little companies? Wicked men are generally cowards; and
I think would hesitate more to do a bad act in the presence of
observers. I think thou wouldst receive a little letter from me
a day or two after thine was written, through our friend Saml.
Rhoads, enclosing L7 for the fugitives, L5 for thy own use, and
L2 for the Vigilance Committee. This letter of mine was sent off
about the 24th ult., but I conclude was not delivered till just
after thine was written. It is well to keep us fully informed of
your circumstances, whether favorable or more appalling. I do
not intend to put anything of a private character into print;
but private confidence is the creed in England, and thou needst
not fear my abusing it. I enclose the only paper that we have
printed that thou mayest see there was nothing to fear. Thou
wilt observe there is no reference either to thy own name or to
Philadelphia, and people here are not very familiar with
American topography. I am sending W.S. Bailey one of the same
papers by to-day's mail. We have merely a limited number of them
printed. I cannot very well obtain money from my friends, (with
numerous home claims constantly pressing on them), without
having something to show. Some fugitives are now beginning to
reach England. A gentleman in London wrote to me, a day or two
ago, to know if we could find a berth for a fine fellow, who had
just applied to him. He had arrived by steamer from New York,
after residing there for three years. A policeman, in the
street, good-naturedly whispered to him his own name, and then
that of his masters. He was sure that peril was at hand, and
that, having been branded for escaping before, he should be
whipped to death if taken again, so he packed up his little
wardrobe and embarked for England immediately.

Another poor fellow is in this town, recently from Charleston,
whence he escaped, among some cotton bales to Greenock. He is
getting fair wages in a saw-yard, and likes England very well,
if it were no