After remaining in New Bedford for three years, I met with William Lloyd Garrison, a person of whom you have _possibly_ heard, as he is pretty generally known among slaveholders.

He put it into my head that I might make myself serviceable to the cause of the slave, by devoting a portion of my time to telling my own sorrows, and those of other slaves, which had come under my observation.

This{334} was the commencement of a higher state of existence than any to which I had ever aspired.

I was thrown into society the most pure, enlightened, and benevolent, that the country affords.

Among these I have never forgotten you, but have invariably made you the topic of conversation--thus giving you all the notoriety I could do.