Don't care, liberty's better'n larnin', 'nuff sight."--"Both are good,"
said I, "my friend, and we must give them both to the slave."--"Give 'em
the larnin' after y'u've sot 'em free!" said he; "I'll fight for 'em;
don't want to hear nuthin' 'bout nuthin' else but liberty to them that's
bound." He stooped and pulled a long whip and a tin pail from under the
seat of the pew where he had been sitting, making considerable noise, so
that the people, as they passed out, turned, and the sight of him and
his accoutrements made great sport for some whose opinions and feelings
were the least to be regarded. I saw in him, dear Aunty, a fair specimen
of native, inbred love of liberty and hatred of oppression,
unsophisticated, to be relied on in our great contest with the
slave-power. I have been told, since the meeting, that his Christian
name is Isaiah.

The meeting that evening appointed me a delegate to an Anti-slavery
Convention which is to be held before long. I am expected to represent
the College on the great arena of freedom. They have done me too much
honor. Since my appointment, the students have sent me, anonymously,
through the post-office, resolutions to be presented by me at the
Convention. I have copied them into a book as they came in, and I will
transcribe them for you and send them herewith. The spirit of liberty
is, on the whole, certainly rising among the students. As the blood of
the martyrs is the seed of the Church, I cannot but hope that my trials
in the cause of freedom have wrought good in the Institution. Some who
send in these resolutions privately, are, no doubt, secret friends,
needing a little more courage to face the pro-slavery feeling and
sentiment which are all about them. Some one who read these resolutions
suggested the idea of their being a burlesque. I repudiated the idea at
once. They will commend themselves to you, dear Aunty, I am sure, as
honest and truthful.

The President called me to his room yesterday, and asked me about the
treatment which I received from those Seniors. While I was telling him
of it, I noticed that he kept his handkerchief close to his face almost
all the time. I thought at first that his nose bled, or that he had a
toothache; but I afterward believed that he was weeping at the story of
my wrongs. A Southerner, in the Junior Class, said he had no doubt that
the President was laughing heartily all the time. None but a minion of
the slave-power could have suggested th