They looked as sour as vinegar, and as bitter as gall, when they found I was to be admitted on equal terms with themselves.

When the door was opened, I walked in, on an equal footing with my white fellow-citizens, and from all I could see, I had as much attention paid me by the servants that showed us through the house, as any with a paler skin.

As I walked through the building, the statuary did not fall down, the pictures did not leap from their places, the doors did not refuse to open, and the servants did not say, "_We don't allow niggers in here_!" A happy new-year to you, and all the friends of freedom.
My time and labors, while abroad were divided between England, Ireland, Scotland, and Wales.

Upon this experience alone, I might write a book twice the size of this, _My Bondage and My Freedom_.

I visited and lectured in nearly all the large towns and cities in the United Kingdom, and enjoyed many favorable opportunities for observation and information.