With property amounting to $30,000, the want of two or three thousands fetters us and may kill us.

That sum would free us from pecuniary embarrassment, and for want of that we work daily with fetters on our limbs.

Are there not five men in New York City who would dare to venture $200 each in the cause of social reform, without being assured of a Phalanx for themselves and their children for ever?
Alas! I know not.

We are willing to traverse the wilderness forty years; we ask no grapes of Eshcol for ourselves; we do not claim a fair abode in the promised land; but what can we do, with neither quails nor manna, with raiment waxing old, and shoes bursting from our feet?
"Forgive me, my dear Isaac, for speaking so much about ourselves.

But what else should I speak of?
And who more sympathizing with our movement than yourself?
"Do not be surprised at receiving this letter so long after date.