humanity.  It is touching to remember that one of the noblest men which England has ever produced now lies stricken under the heavy hand of disease, through a last labor of love in this cause.  May God grant us all to feel that nothing is too dear or precious to be given in a work for which such men have lived, and labored, and suffered.  No great good is ever wrought out for the human race without the suffering of great hearts.  They who would serve their fellow-men are ever reminded that the Captain of their salvation was made perfect through suffering.  I gratefully accept the offering confided to my care, and trust it may be so employed that the blessing of many “who are ready to perish” will return upon your heads.  Let me ask those—­those fathers and mothers in Israel—­who have lived and prayed many years for this cause, that as they prayed for their own country in the hour of her struggle, so they will pray now for ours.  Love and prayer can hurt no one, can offend no one, and prayer is a real power.  If the hearts of all the real Christians of England are poured out in prayer, it will be felt through the heart of the whole American church.  Let us all look upward, from our own feebleness and darkness, to Him of whom it is said, “He shall not fail nor be discouraged till he have set judgment in the earth.”  To him, the only wise God our Saviour, be glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and ever.  Amen.’—­These are the words, my friends, which Mrs. Stowe has written, and I cannot forbear to add a few words of my own.  It was our intention, as the invitation to visit Great Britain came from Glasgow, to make our first landing there.  But it was ordered by Providence that we should land here; and surely there is no place in the kingdom where a landing could be more appropriate, and where the reception could have been more cordial. [Hear, hear!] It was wholly unexpected by us, I can assure you.  We know that there were friendly hearts here, for we had received abundant testimonials to that effect from letters which had come to us across the Atlantic—­letters wholly unexpected, and which filled our souls with surprise; but we had no thought that there was such a feeling throughout England, and we scarcely know how to conduct ourselves under it, for we are not accustomed to this kind of receptions.  In our own country, unhappily, we are very much divided, and the preponderance of feeling expressed is in the other direction, entirely in opposition, and not in favor. [Hear, hear!] We knew that this city had been the scene of some of the greatest, most disinterested, and most powerful efforts in behalf of emancipation.  The name of Clarkson was indissolubly associated with this place, for here he came to make his investigations, and here he was in danger of his life, and here he was protected by friends who stood by him through the whole struggle.  The names of Cropper, and of Stephen, and of many others in this city, were very familiar to us—­[Hear,