The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1851-10-02

Who are the Southern politicians who have
become "actiye Abolitionists" in California?
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LETTER FROM GRACE GREENWOOD.
NEW BRIGHTON, Pa, Sept. %, 1851.
DEAR DocToR BAILEY | feel it incumbent
on me to make some explanation of my non
appearance in the I" Era " for these many weeks
past lest it should be thought that lightly es-
teeming my privileges, ! am voluntary absen-
tee Now the sad truth of the matter is have
been on the invalid list and have almost lost sight
of my vocation. In my best estate, | hardly
feel equal TO the honorable role of a correspond
ent of the Era" and have had too much
forbearance to infiict on your readers my wild
sick-room fancies or the languid reveries of con-
valesence. And thus it is, that week after week,
'come up missing" and the columns that
once knew me- know me no more.
What wretched feeling is this sense of use
lessness-Of the utter waste of time-the loss of
long, shining, precious recoverable days how
wearymg the vain spasmOdic efforts OF the will
to dr1pe into deep and direct courses of thought
q wandering and purposeless mind how intol-
cradle the duh, lethargic, lazy beating of the
brain. To me these things are far more dread
full than the keenest pain of severe illness-tO
me there is no suffering so utterly unbearable
as forced idleness of head and hand. But, thank
Heaven, already feel the full waves of hope
and strength flowing back, and gently bearing
up my stranded life
have lately returned from visit to Ohio
TO the Western Reserve. Not even my illness
could destroy, though it sadly marred, the
pleasure of that visit found myself among a
set of true-souled men and women whose heart
warm kipdpess and unostentatious h9sSpitalitt ,y
bablc hone-feeling so peculiarly grateful. so
vitality needful to the invalid More than once
came to me those dvinely pathetic words. q
was stranger, and We took me in-I was sick
and ye minlstered unto mer
Ifyour guest, my generous-heartcd
All too mutely from you parted
Doubt her not-for in her going
Had her true farewell been spoken
Must her very soul have broken
Into utterancc strange and Wild
Not with praise and blessing glowing
But wordless heart oerhowinr
In the warm tears of a child
If her brow seemed overcast
IL her smile too quickly passed
Like the sun Of autumn skies
Like the light of Swallowed brooks
Twas that she 0vershadowed
by the trouble in your eyes,
BY the fears the tender pity
Struggling through your smiling looks
If her soul seemed heavy laden
No weary grief was there
But as parted lovers tighten
Their breasts Of loves sweet care
And with the precious burden
Weigh down some carrier-dove--
So ye weighed down her spirit
18th too much, too much love-
When in years to be- her heart
From the whrl of life apart,
Counts its treasures o or and err
Not as one with care and pains
Counteth up his rightful gains
But rather with the joy and wonder
OF one who taketh all as given
BY gracious amoners Of Heaven
Oh precious still, amid that store
Shall seem the love it staggered under
In going from your door.
| saw our noble friend. Mr.. Giddings that
Ajax of political Anti-Savery, at his own pleas
ant home. He was in fine health, and in his
usual happy and hopeful spirits Nothing seems
to daunt his large, courageous heart to weaken
its innate love of Freedom and hatred of Op-
preston. Oh, for race of such men at the
North with nerve enough to stand up against
the lordly ascendency and the more subtle
mesmerc power of the Southern character.
The women of the Western Reserve would
impress you alike by their mental and moral
culture, by their individuality and entire indie
pendence. You hear them, among themselves.
discussing, not the fit of dress, the fashion of
bonnet or the latest pattern of a sack. but all
the most important, agtating, or novel aues-
tons OF the time - Anti-Slayery. Woman's |
Rights, Spiritual Philosophy the New Costume. |
&c Mr.. Glddings amused Inc by telling of a |
distinguished Judge thereabouts, who; having |
young law student under examination. sol |
EMMY put to him the questions, {" Do YOU be- |
leve IN the Rappings! Do you go the Boomer |
dress!"
have, as yet, seen no specimen of the new |
costume which | thought pretty | think it |
might be made very picturesque and provided |
one had the Independence to don it, and feel |
comfortable in it nothing could be better for A |
journey TO the Far West, visit to the Mann
moth cave a trip to the White Mountains or
for long morning walks in the country
As costume for the parlor, or as a common
street dress, surely could not advocate it. But
DO advocate the right of every woman to dress
as she peases-to make herself beautiful or
hldeons as suits her faney-providsd no just law
OF dehcacy rs violated. The cry 81 immodesty,
raised against the new costume, is it seems to me,
most unfounded and senseless.
Still more ridiculous is the accusation that
.: -. ""iu,iy appropriated the
m'n'on. IL in truth, they had robbed YOU of
your heavy, ungraceful -bifurcated garments
you ought to be 'nerpress'biy relieved But at
the worst, they have only made free with Mos
lem privileges, and doubt not that the gentle
men Mahomcdans, more gallant than trans
auSpnc Christians will have proper sense Of
the compliment
wherever went among the friends of the
Era Hound" Uncle Toms CABIN theme Cor
admir'ng remark-eyerywhere saw it read with
pleasant smiles and gushesof irreprossible tearx
Mrs. Stowe is winning not alone golden opiD-
'ons' but love and gratitude, and hearty rev.
erence, by this incompatible story. In style,
It's spirit, its construction, scope aud parpose'
Are alike admirable. Since it has been in course
'f publication, have felt that should not be
missed II stood aside and listened with the
'est-liks chorussingss looking out ho@ the