Honest Mrs.Striker came to work in our family, not long since, leaving her young child at home in the care of a young woman who watched it for ten cents a day.

I said to her, Dear Mrs.
Striker, are you not glad that you live in a free state, and not where, when you return like a bird to its nest at night, you may find your little one carried off, you know not where, by some man-stealer, you know not whom ?--We honor your kind feelings, madam, but you are not aware, probably, what overflowing love and tender pity there is among us Northerners, toward your slaves and their children.

We are disinterested, too; for we nearly forget our own black people here at the North, and more especially in Canada, to care for you and your people.

And though hundreds of innocent young people are decoyed into our Northern cities yearly from the country and are made the victims of unhallowed passions, yet the thought that some of your young people on those remote, solitary plantations, can be compelled by their masters to do wrong on pain of being sold, fills us with such unaffected distress that we think but little of voluntary or compulsory debauchery in our own cities; but we think of dissolving the Union to rid ourselves of seeming complicity with such wickedness as we see to be inherent in the relation of master and slave.

We at the North should all be wicked if we had such opportunities; we know, therefore, that you must be.