of a righteous Judge, “according to the deeds done in the body,” and not according to his wealth and power.  Think you, that the prayers, cries, and pleadings of the down-trodden slave that for years have been ascending to the throne of a just God, will never be avenged?  Yea, verily, the day of reckoning hastens on apace, and though, “He bear long with them; He will surely avenge them of their adversaries; and that speedily!”

As we pursued our journey to Buffalo, we passed Grand Island, from whence Mordecai Emanuel Noah, some years ago issued a proclamation, calling on the Jews to come and build on that island the “City of Refuge,” but which I believe was not responded to, as I saw it remained in its native wildness.  He had also a monument erected there at the time, which might be seen from the highway and canal, consisting of a white marble slab, six feet in height, with a suitable inscription upon it, to direct the poor Jew to the City of Refuge.

It was quite conspicuous, but not so magnificent as Gen. Brock’s at Queenston Heights.

Arrived at Buffalo, we held several meetings which were very interesting.  The colored people were then numerous in that city, and owned one of the largest churches in Western New York.  We found a large and prosperous society under the superintendence of Elder Weir, who was a good and talented man, setting a godly example for his flock to imitate.  At Buffalo I parted with my pleasant and instructive traveling companion, Bishop Brown, never to meet again on the shores of time.  Soon after that pleasant journey he died, and passed from his labor to reward.

Buffalo was then, as now a great place for business.  Vessels from all parts of the country crowded the docks, and I then thought that it must in time become one of the largest cities in the Union.  After a pleasant visit with our people there, I returned to my home in Canandaigua, where I now began to feel quite settled.

I had been requested to act as agent for the “Anti-Slavery Standard,” with which I complied, and leaving my daughter to teach the school, I spent the most of my time in traveling through the country to advance the interests of that paper.

When I returned from Buffalo, she was complaining of poor health, nor was it long before we saw that she was rapidly declining.

This beloved daughter, I had spared no pains nor money to educate and qualify for teaching.  I had encountered all the trials and difficulties that every colored man meets, in his exertions to educate his family.  I had experienced enough to make me fear that I should not always be able to get my children, into good schools, and therefore determined at whatever cost, to educate this child thoroughly, that she might be able, not only to provide for her own wants, but to teach her younger brothers and sisters, should they be deprived of the advantages of a good school.  Well had she rewarded my labor; well had she realized all my