Baltimore is, however, a stronghold of slavery.  Here Garrison’s indignation against the system was first kindled—­here Frederick Douglas tasted some of its bitter draughts—­and here Torrey died its victim.  The following are specimens of the manner in which the trade in human flesh is carried on in this city:—­

“NEGROES WANTED.—­I have removed from my former residence.  West Pratt-street, to my new establishment on Camden-street, immediately in the rear of the Railroad Depot, where I am permanently located.  Persons bringing Negroes by the cars will find it very convenient, as it is only a few yards from where the passengers get out.  Those having Negroes for sale will find it to their advantage to call and see me, as I am at all times paying the highest prices in cash.

“J.  S. DONOVAN, Balt.  Md.”

“o28—­6m*.”

“CASH FOR FIVE HUNDRED NEGROES.—­At the old establishment of Slatter’s, No. 244, Pratt-street, Baltimore, between Sharp and Howard Streets, where the highest prices are paid, which is well known.  We have large accommodations for Negroes, and always buying.  Being regular shippers to New Orleans, persons should bring their property where no commissions are paid, as the owners lose it.  All communications attended to promptly by addressing

“H.  F. SLATTER.”

“j5—­6m*.”

Before and since my arrival in the United States, I had thought much of seeing Washington, and, if possible, Congress in session.  But such was the severity of the weather that we could not cross the Alleghanies before that assembly had risen and dispersed.  At Baltimore I was within two hours’ journey of the capital.  Should I go and see it?  No; for what can there be found to gratify the friend of freedom and of man?  The Missouri compromise, the annexation of Texas, and the Mexican War, are all associated with Washington.  The capital itself is but a great slave-mart, with its baracoons and manacles, its handcuffs and auction-stands!  Ay, and all this in full view of the national edifice, wherein is deposited that instrument which bears on its head and front the noble sentiment—­“That all men are created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.”  Under the influence of these recollections, I abandoned the idea of visiting Washington.

At 9 o’clock on Monday morning we set off by railway for Philadelphia.  While I was taking a last glance at my trunks in the luggage-van, at the Baltimore station, about half-a-dozen very clean and respectable coloured ladies came up, and made for the said van as a matter of course.  It was the only accommodation that would be allowed them, though they paid the same fare as other people!  They were ladies to whom any gentleman in England would have been proud to resign a seat.  But in the land of equality, they were consigned to the cold,