each of the Marshal's
authority; and there I hope to see them on board a British steamer.

"This letter is written to introduce them to you. I know your infirm
health; but I am sure, if you were stretched on your bed in your last
illness, and could lift your hand at all, you would extend it to
welcome these poor hunted fellow-creatures. Henceforth, England is
their nation and their home. It is with real regret for our personal
loss in their departure, as well as burning shame for the land that is
not worthy of them, that we send them away, or rather allow them to go.
But, with all the resolute courage they have shown in a most trying
hour, they themselves see it is the part of a foolhardy rashness to
attempt to stay here longer.

"I must close; and with many renewed thanks for all your kind words and
deeds towards us,

"I am, very respectfully yours,

"SAMUEL MAY, JUN."

Our old masters, having heard how their agents were treated at Boston,
wrote to Mr. Filmore, who was then President of the States, to know
what he could do to have us sent back to slavery. Mr. Filmore said
that we should be returned. He gave instructions for military force to
be sent to Boston to assist the officers in making the arrest.
Therefore we, as well as our friends (among whom was George Thompson,
Esq., late M.P. for the Tower Hamlets--the slave's long-tried,
self-sacrificing friend, and eloquent advocate) thought it best, at any
sacrifice, to leave the mock-free Republic, and come to a country where
we and our dear little ones can be truly free.--"No one daring to
molest or make us afraid." But, as the officers were watching every
vessel that left the port to prevent us from escaping, we had to take
the expensive and tedious overland route to Halifax.

We shall always cherish the deepest feelings of gratitude to the
Vigilance Committee of Boston (upon which were many of the leading
abolitionists), and also to our numerous friends, for the very kind and
noble manner in which they assisted us to preserve our liberties and to
escape from Boston, as it were like Lot from Sodom, to a place of
refuge, and finally to this truly free and glorious country; where no
tyrant, let his power be ever so absolute over his poor trembling
victims at home, dare come and lay violent hands upon us or upon our
dear little boys (who had the good fortune to be born upon British
soil), and reduce us to the legal level of the beast that perisheth.
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