Another poor fellow is in this town, recently from Charleston, whence he escaped, among some cotton bales to Greenock.  He is getting fair wages in a saw-yard, and likes England very well, if it were not for the thought of his poor wife and children still in Slavery.  We invited him, the other day to a working-men’s tea party, where I had been asked to make tea for them; and he gave us quite an able account of his travels.  The men kindly invited him to join their “Benefit Club,” and told him they would like to have “a colored brother” amongst them.

Art thou not thinking, dear friend, of asking your people to emigrate to the African Coast, or the West India Islands?  Two gentlemen in London are writing most warmly about this.  I wrote Mr. Fitzgerald’s address on the enclosed paper.  Instead of being colonizationists, in the objectionable sense, he and Mrs. Bowen are burning with love to your people, and are fervently desirous of doing them all the good they can.  I cannot see why little united parties should not promptly emigrate under the wing of these gentlemen.  Assure those who think and feel with thee, dear friend, and are nobly determined to suffer rather than to sin, that according to our very small ability we will not desert them in their hour of trial and danger.  We commend them to Him who can do for them a thousand times more, and better than we can either ask or think.  With our united kindest remembrance,

    sincerely,

    Anna H. Richardson.

    Westmoreland Terrace, Newcastle-On-Tyne, March 16,1860.

We have lately read the life of thy brother and sister (Peter and Vina Still), dear friend, with the deepest interest.  It is a most touching and beautiful book, and we think should be either reprinted in England or sent over here very largely.  My husband and I are hardly acquainted with a volume more calculated to stir up the British mind on the subject of Slavery.  Great Britain is just now getting really warm on the Anti-slavery subject, and is longing to shake herself from being so dependent as hitherto, on slave produce.  Why, Oh! why should not the expatriated blacks go to free countries and grow produce for themselves and for everybody who requires it?  Why not, in time, become “merchants and princes,” in those countries?  I am told (as a secret) that this subject is likely, ere long, to be taken up in high quarters in England.  We are feeling hopeful, dear friends, about thy crushed and persecuted people, for surely God is working for them by ways and means that we know not.  I have been careful to keep it to private circles, but thy valuable letter of last July, has been read by many with the deepest interest.  A dear young lady from Dublin is by my side, and has but this minute returned it to me.  It is but a little, but I have gathered L4 by its perusal here and there.  I am not able to forward