thee,
In all thy footsteps tread;
Thou hatest all iniquity,
But nothing thou hast made.

"Oh, may I learn the art,
With meekness to reprove;
To hate the sin with all my heart,
But still the sinner love."

You must read this hymn to "Isaiah," and tell him about the
prayer-meeting. While the "friends of the slave," as you call them, are
holding such humiliating meetings as you describe, in behalf of the
slaves, and are vexing themselves and chafing under the imagination of
their unmitigated sorrows and "oppression," the slaves themselves, all
over the South, are holding prayer-meetings, and are blessing God that
they are "raised 'way up to heaven's gate in privilege." As I sat in
that prayer-meeting I could almost have risen and asked the prayers of
the slaves in behalf of many at the North who are making themselves and
others nearly insane on their behalf. But I thought of my former
ignorance and prejudice, and said, "And such were some of you."

I will tell you some of the little incidents which meet one every day,
and which give you impressions respecting the relations between the
whites and blacks, full as instructive as those received in any other
way.

Crossing a public street, which is steep, in the city of ----, a
truckle-cart came by me at great speed, drawn by a white boy, with
another white boy pushing, and seated in it, erect and laughing, was a
fine-looking black boy of about the same age as his white playmates.
Around the corner of another street there came by me, with a
skip-and-jump step, two white girls, about thirteen years old, and
between them--the arms of the three all intertwined--was another girl of
the same age, as black as ebony. On they went jumping, and keeping step,
and singing.

I had not been accustomed to such sights in Beacon Street, on my visits
to Boston. "Friends of the slave," as we most surely are, and some of us
being decorated with that name by way of distinction, significant of our
all-absorbing business "to raise the black man at the South to the
condition of a human being," when we get them there we are not greeted
in the streets with pictures of white and black children on such terms
as appeared in these two casual incidents. Nothing at first struck me
with greater wonder at the South than to see the most fashionably
dressed ladies in the most public streets stop to help a black woman
with a burden on her head, if she needed assistance, or to hold