The beautiful words, so often quoted, of Curran, may invite you: 'No matter with what solemnities he may have been devoted upon the altar of slavery, the moment he touches the sacred soil of Britain, the altar and the God sink together in the dust, and he stands redeemed, regenerated, and disenthralled, by the irresistible genius of universal emancipation.'" "Thank you, sir, for your invitation," said Mr.Chapman, "but I'll stay in Virginia.

The old State is good enough for me.

I have been to England, and I saw some of your redeemed, regenerated, disenthralled people--I saw features on women's faces that haunted me afterward in my dreams.

I saw children with shrivelled, attenuated limbs, and countenances that were old in misery and vice--such men, women, and children as Dickens and Charlotte Elizabeth tell about.

My little grand-daughter was recovering from a severe illness, not long ago, and I found her weeping in her old nurse's arms.