virtues.  How delightful it would be if these two young people could become able teachers of our own rearing, and in days to come, be looked to as maintaining schools of an elevated character upon their native soil!  We have laid the case before a few kind friends, and already had the pleasure of forwarding L8 to Mr. Fee’s care, on behalf of his valued young friend, Elizabeth Rawlings.

CORNELIA WILLIAMS.—­The next person to be referred to is Cornelia Williams, a bright young niece of our friend, Henry H. Garnet’s, whom many of our friends kindly assisted to redeem from Slavery, in North Carolina, about three years since.  We rejoice to say this dear girl is going on very satisfactorily.  She has been diligently pursuing her studies in a school at Nantucket, and appears to be much esteemed by all who know her.  She kindly sends us a little letter now and then, again returning her glowing thanks to all who assisted in procuring her freedom.  Her mother, Dinah Williams (also a slave a few years since, and redeemed in part by the surplus of ’the Weims Ransom Fund’), has married an estimable Baptist minister within the last year, and Cornelia resides under their roof.

FREDERICK DOUGLASS.—­It is known that our much-valued friend, Frederick Douglass, left this country suddenly for America last spring, chiefly on account of the decease of a most beloved little girl.  Till quite recently he was intending to return to England very soon, but this is for the present delayed, on account of increasing and pressing engagements in the United States.  We take the liberty of quoting an extract from one of his letters: 

        “ROCHESTER, July 2d, 1860.

“You hold up before me the glorious promises contained in the sacred Scriptures.  These are needed by none more than by those who have presumed to put themselves to the work of accomplishing the abolition of Slavery in this country.  There is scarcely one single interest, social, moral, religious, or physical, which is not in some way connected with this stupendous evil.  On the side of the oppressor there is power, now as in the earlier days of the world.  I find much comfort in the thought that I am but a passenger on board of this ship of life.  I have not the management committed to me.  I am to obey orders, and leave the rest to the great Captain whose wisdom is able to direct.  I have only to go on in His fear and in His spirit, uttering with pen and tongue the whole truth against Slavery, leaving to Him the honor and the glory of destroying this mighty work of the devil.  I long for the end of my people’s bondage, and would give all I possess to witness the great jubilee; but God can wait, and surely I may.  If He, whose pure eyes cannot look upon sin with allowance, can permit the day of freedom to be deferred, I certainly can work and wait.  The times are just now a little brighter; but I will walk by faith, not by sight, for