As I write the closing words of this autobiography I find myself—­not by design—­in the city of Richmond, Virginia:  the city which only a few decades ago was the capital of the Southern Confederacy, and where, about twenty-five years ago, because of my poverty I slept night after night under a sidewalk.

This time I am in Richmond as the guest of the coloured people of the city; and came at their request to deliver an address last night to both races in the Academy of Music, the largest and finest audience room in the city.  This was the first time that the coloured people had ever been permitted to use this hall.  The day before I came, the City Council passed a vote to attend the meeting in a body to hear me speak.  The state Legislature, including the House of Delegates and the Senate, also passed a unanimous vote to attend in a body.  In the presence of hundreds of coloured people, many distinguished white citizens, the City Council, the state Legislature, and state officials, I delivered my message, which was one of hope and cheer; and from the bottom of my heart I thanked both races for this welcome back to the state that gave me birth.