One flash from the heart-supplied intellect of Harriet Beecher Stowe could light a million camp fires in front of the embattled host of slavery, which not all the waters of the Mississippi, mingled as they are with blood, could extinguish.

The present will be looked to by after coming generations, as the age of anti-slavery literature--when supply on the gallop could not keep pace with the ever growing demand--when a picture of a Negro on the cover was a help to the sale of a book--when conservative lyceums and other American literary associations began first to select their orators for distinguished occasions from the ranks of the previously despised abolitionists.

If the anti-slavery movement shall fail now, it will not be from outward opposition, but from inward decay.

Its auxiliaries are everywhere.

Scholars, authors, orators, poets, and statesmen give it their aid.