Because you will not let us reprove you for it, we cut off our correspondence with your Southern ecclesiastical bodies.

But I began to speak of little graves.

You will see by my involuntary wandering from them how full our hearts are of your colored people, and how self-forgetful we are in our desires and efforts to do them good.

And yet some of your Southern people can find it in their hearts to set at nought these our most sacred Northern antipathies and commiserations! But I constantly hear some of your words in your letter striking their gentle, sad chimes in my ears.

"It is not the parting alone, but the helplessness that looked to you for protection which you could not give;" "the emptiness of the home to which you return when the child is gone." Now, for such words, I solemnly declare that, in my opinion, you, dear madam, never had a helpless slave look to you for protection which you could give and which you refused; you, surely, never made a slave's home desolate by taking her child from her.