Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1853-08-20
NEW ENGLAND CORRESPONDENCE.
WORCESTER. Ms. Aug. 3. Is5g

DEAR MAnus This morning ] left the home of
our sterling coodiutors, Shcphcn and Abby X. Fos-
ter My destination is Ohio and the Wcst-the
West now, is not Ohio. The Buckeyes and Yam
KEGS will soon have to be classed together under
the generic name Of "Down Eastcrs." So West
ward flies the Star of Empire.
But no matter about that now. | was pleased to
sec how Stephen and Abby Foster are living. Per
haps some of your readers would like to know,
especially as they are so soon to visit Ohio and
some other states, on tour in thccausc of Human
ity and Liberty.
don't know how far may be permitted to write
the Mysieriescf their Mansion. am pretty early
riser myself and was making my way through the
kitchen, to join Stephen, who, with of his work
men, had been grinding his sythc under my chamber
window, all the time was washing and dressing,
when who should / encounter but the Mistress of
the Mansion herself, busily employed at an ironing
table.
] venture to write this, though she scolded me
like a step mother, for this untimcly intrusion
The family Cooking Range was in full blast, on the
heated top of which, ioated her fleet of fiat irons
She was drest all free and easy in loose Boomer
Costume, ,herconstant working garb, & as thought,
had risen out of due time, to have the cool of the
day, for this piece of romans reek{y bldcksmitting
A little pale woman of my particular acquaintance
in New Hampshire, sometimes thus economies
her not over-abundant endurance, and was per-
haps looking for the same in Mrs. Foster. But she
assured me that she had been up more than an hour
and half and rose no earlier that morning than
usual. They keep three four cows, and she is
the milk maid. A man calls for the milk to carry
to the city to market about half past four o'clock
every morning, and she told me he never had to
wait long She and the birds commence their song
at half past three, or little later; for work seem
cd only her song and cheerily onward came and
went the day.
They have purchased Massachusetts, farm Of
of sixty acres of land rocks, undrained meadows
unfenccd fields, neglected orchards, and buildings
sadly down at heel and out at elbows, and have
brayely set themselves to regenerate and redeem it
Some people suppose our friends to be kind Of
destructive monsters, incapable of any thing but Q
perpetual warfare upon Slavery, and its "alliet
. powers" of church and ministry, Union and gov
crnmcnt Never was greater mistake. Under
their fostering hand the wilderness blossoms, ant
and the desert shouts for joy. Confusion and chaos
yield the reign and what was the neglected wretch
ed, ruined home and possession of Intemperance
/, is become the happy and handsome abode of In
dustry and Virtue, Plenty and Peace.
But it is costing many long days Of hard, perse
vering toll. These, however, checrfully borne
f When Stephen addresses himself to the laborinl
classes as he often does in our meetings with grea
, beauty and power, he is speaking to those viii
! whom he is cmphatically identified No man goe
to the field with greater RELISH few to any bette
purpose. Whatever he does he does with Lii
might. have seen him in Faneuil Hall before al
audience of four thousand people, the elite, man,
of them, of Massachusetts, society, and that multi
tudc bent before the tempest of his eloquence, lk
the loyal grain field at the voice Of the western
wind. And | could hardly believe the man / saw
this morning, bending to rigorous field labor will
Q hands hard and calOused, face Drowned almost h
bronzc, and garments parti-colorcd with patching
was the And yet to me, had come to his tru
dignity his real greatness then and there as neye
| when harrauguing an admirug multitude in Bostol
r or the West
s And Mrs. Foster is proving herself model wifi
at home, as well as the Queen of our Female Re