But time would fail me, to tell of all those hundreds and thousands of women, who perished in the Low countries of Holland, when Alva’s sword of vengeance was unsheathed against the Protestants, when the Catholic Inquisitions of Europe became the merciless executioners of vindictive wrath, upon those who dared to worship God, instead of bowing down in unholy adoration before “my Lord God the Pope,” and when England, too, burnt her Ann Ascoes at the stake of martyrdom.  Suffice it to say, that the Church, after having been driven from Judea to Rome, and from Rome to Piedmont, and from Piedmont to England, and from England to Holland, at last stretched her fainting wings over the dark bosom of the Atlantic, and found on the shores of a great wilderness, a refuge from tyranny and oppression—­as she thought, but even here, (the warm blush of shame mantles my cheek as I write it,) even here, woman was beaten and banished, imprisoned, and hung upon the gallows, a trophy to the Cross.

And what, I would ask in conclusion, have women done for the great and glorious cause of Emancipation?  Who wrote that pamphlet which moved the heart of Wilberforce to pray over the wrongs, and his tongue to plead the cause of the oppressed African?  It was a woman, Elizabeth Heyrick.  Who labored assiduously to keep the sufferings of the slave continually before the British public?  They were women.  And how did they do it?  By their needles, paint brushes and pens, by speaking the truth, and petitioning Parliament for the abolition of slavery.  And what was the effect of their labors?  Read it in the Emancipation bill of Great Britain.  Read it, in the present state of her West India Colonies.  Read it, in the impulse which has been given to the cause of freedom, in the United States of America.  Have English women then done so much for the negro, and shall American women do nothing?  Oh no!  Already are there sixty female Anti-Slavery Societies in operation.  These are doing just what the English women did, telling the story of the colored man’s wrongs, praying for his deliverance, and presenting his kneeling image constantly before the public eye on bags and needle-books, card-racks, pen-wipers, pin-cushions, &c.  Even the children of the north are inscribing on their handy work, “May the points of our needles prick the slaveholder’s conscience.”  Some of the reports of these Societies exhibit not only considerable talent, but a deep sense of religious duty, and a determination to persevere through evil as well as good report, until every scourge, and every shackle, is buried under the feet of the manumitted slave.