and got ten dollars a month. She has contrived to get some
education, and has since been teaching school. While her former
mistress has been to her for help.

"Do not the mills of God grind exceedingly fine? And she has
helped that mistress, and so has the colored man given money,
from what I heard, to his former master. After all, friend, do
we not belong to one of the best branches of the human race? And
yet, how have our people been murdered in the South, and their
bones scattered at the grave's mouth! Oh, when will we have a
government strong enough to make human life safe? Only yesterday
I heard of a murder committed on a man for an old grudge of
several years' standing. I had visited the place, but had just
got away. Last summer a Mr. Luke was hung, and several other men
also, I heard."

While surrounded with this state of affairs, an appeal reached her
through the columns of the National Standard, setting forth a state of
very great suffering and want, especially on the part of the old, blind
and decrepit Freedmen of the District of Columbia. After expressing deep
pity for these unfortunates, she added: "Please send ten dollars to
Josephine Griffing for me for the suffering poor of the District of
Columbia. Just send it by mail, and charge to my account."

Many more letters written by Mrs. Harper are before us, containing
highly interesting information from Louisiana, Mississippi, Florida,
North Carolina, Virginia, Kentucky, Tennessee, Missouri, Maryland, and
even poor little Delaware. Through all these States she has traveled and
labored extensively, as has been already stated; but our space in this
volume will admit of only one more letter:

"I have been traveling the best part of the day. * * * Can
you spare a little time from your book to just take a peep at
some of our Alabama people? If you would see some instances of
apparent poverty and ignorance that I have seen perhaps you
would not wonder very much at the conservative voting in the
State. A few days since I was about to pay a woman a dollar and
a quarter for some washing in ten cent (currency) notes, when
she informed me that she could not count it; she must trust to
my honesty--she could count forty cents. Since I left Eufaula I
have seen something of plantation life. The first plantation I
visited was about five or six miles from Eufaula, and