Think you, that the prayers, cries, and pleadings of the down-trodden slave that for years have been ascending to the throne of a just God, will never be avenged?
Yea, verily, the day of reckoning hastens on apace, and though, "He bear long with them; He will surely avenge them of their adversaries; and that speedily!" As we pursued our journey to Buffalo, we passed Grand Island, from whence Mordecai Emanuel Noah, some years ago issued a proclamation, calling on the Jews to come and build on that island the "City of Refuge," but which I believe was not responded to, as I saw it remained in its native wildness.

He had also a monument erected there at the time, which might be seen from the highway and canal, consisting of a white marble slab, six feet in height, with a suitable inscription upon it, to direct the poor Jew to the City of Refuge.
It was quite conspicuous, but not so magnificent as Gen.

Brock's at Queenston Heights.
Arrived at Buffalo, we held several meetings which were very interesting.
The colored people were then numerous in that city, and owned one of the largest churches in Western New York.

We found a large and prosperous society under the superintendence of Elder Weir, who was a good and talented man, setting a godly example for his flock to imitate.

At Buffalo I parted with my pleasant and instructive traveling companion, Bishop Brown, never to meet again on the shores of time.