of prejudice; and shall they wait beside that grave in vain?  Is not Jesus still the resurrection and the life?  Did He come to proclaim liberty to the captive, and the opening of prison doors to them that are bound, in vain?  Did He promise to give beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, and the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness unto them that mourn in Zion, and will He refuse to beautify the mind, anoint the head, and throw around the captive negro the mantle of praise for that spirit of heaviness which has so long bound him down to the ground?  Or shall we not rather say with the prophet, “the zeal of the Lord of Hosts will perform this?” Yes, his promises are sure, and amen in Christ Jesus, that he will assemble her that halteth, and gather her that is driven out, and her that is afflicted.

But I will now say a few words on the subject of Abolitionism.  Doubtless you have all heard Anti-Slavery Societies denounced as insurrectionary and mischievous, fanatical and dangerous.  It has been said they publish the most abominable untruths, and that they are endeavoring to excite rebellions at the South.  Have you believed these reports, my friends? have you also been deceived by these false assertions?  Listen to me, then, whilst I endeavor to wipe from the fair character of Abolitionism such unfounded accusations.  You know that I am a Southerner; you know that my dearest relatives are now in a slave State.  Can you for a moment believe I would prove so recreant to the feelings of a daughter and a sister, as to join a society which was seeking to overthrow slavery by falsehood, bloodshed, and murder?  I appeal to you who have known and loved me in days that are passed, can you believe it?  No! my friends.  As a Carolinian, I was peculiarly jealous of any movements on this subject; and before I would join an Anti-Slavery Society, I took the precaution of becoming acquainted with some of the leading Abolitionists, of reading their publications and attending their meetings, at which I heard addresses both from colored and white men; and it was not until I was fully convinced that their principles were entirely pacific, and their efforts only moral, that I gave my name as a member to the Female Anti-Slavery Society of Philadelphia.  Since that time, I have regularly taken the Liberator, and read many Anti-Slavery pamphlets and papers and books, and can assure you I never have seen a single insurrectionary paragraph, and never read any account of cruelty which I could not believe.  Southerners may deny the truth of these accounts, but why do they not prove them to be false.  Their violent expressions of horror at such accounts being believed, may deceive some, but they cannot deceive me, for I lived too long in the midst of slavery, not to know what slavery is.  When I speak of this system, “I speak that I do know,” and I am not at all afraid to