Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1846-09-11

Incidents of Travel.

DEAR FRiEyDs-You asked me to remem-
Der your columns with an occasional contri-
button, after | reached New England. If
my ability were equal to my willingness to
comply with your wishes, you would have a
most valuable correspondent. In my travels
In Ohio, formed many acquaintances that
must be remembered and a blast on your
Bugle, now and then, will tend 10 remind
them that they are not forgotten.
1t was a beautiful morning a week ago last
Wednesday, Cor as most Of you say in Ohio,
whether Quakers OF not, last Gourth days.
when at the peep of early dawn, 1 set my
face towards New England, in company with
our faithful friend Howell Hise, who gener-
ously volunteered to set me some five or six
and thirty miles on my way at his expense.
Before breakfast time, we had ridden ten
miles to Columbian, and by previous ar
rangement called on your excellent Secreta-
ry of the Western Anti-SIavery Society, Lot
Holmes-a Quaker TO be sure, but without
the distinctive traits of modern Quakerism,
that close their ears, hearts and meeting-hou-
ses against the claims Of humanity. Lots
own meeting house is closed with the rest
Indeed the place where he lives, is conside-
rably like /" the city of the plain where his
early names sake dwelt; and the slave had
better sheer out a little as he passes that way,
until at least the Quaker Westinghouse is
opened TO his claims. He would hardly be
safer even in the house of friend Holmes,
than the travellers were in Mr.. Lots house
Of old, that we read about, when some thou
sands of the &c property and standing" of the
city surrounded his house, and GENEROUSLY
demanded that they should ''be given up "
TO those to whom their service and labor
were due"
A little after noon, We reached New
Brighton, Pa, and found a joyous welcome
at the house Of Milo A. Townsend. would
say a word Of this family had ] time. 1t is
one of those strange, unaccountahle families
that is always forgetting to ask at the ark Of
public opinion, what they must say and do.
II is a case Of most incurable, incorrigible
heresy. 1t was a desperate step 10 open their
doors to the sans ceremony marriage of Ste
phen S. Foster and Abby Kelly, which came
off with no town clerk to publish, no prizes
to p%rofine, nor grocer's wine to baptize it,
1t is now demonstrated perfectly, that there
is no risk in being born, married or buried
without priest to sanctifv. or wine to eel
brate the occasion, a discovery that deserve,
an anniversary jubilee to the cad Of time. Ia
the evening we had a lecture at Brighton that
was well attended, and the people said, well
sustained.
The following morning, | took passage on
board the steamer Comet for Pittsburgh, The
grand blacksmith shop of the NatiOn--a vol
cano of fires and forges that Vulcan himself
mipht coyet. I endeavored to find out some
Anti-Slavery salamanders, but somehow these
fres 10 not breed them, and as could spend
but a single night there, I made no effort for
a M sting.
Tho next day brought me 20 Cumberland
in Maryland, and for the first time In my
life, / saw Slavery as it ia. with my own
eyes. One might suppose that SO long an
acquaintance with the Subject Of Slavery,
might have prepared me to encounter it, face
TO face, and TO see the monster with his VIC
inns bleeding in his very fanss, with conpo-