The weekly Anglo-African. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1859-1861, 1860-04-21
From the Syracuse On. " Journal
LETTER FROM MR.. LOGUEN TO HIS
FORMER MISTRESS.

A few days since we published Mrs
Logue's letter to Rev. j. w. Loguen, of
this city. We now give below his reply
to that amiable lady. 1t will be seen that
he utters scorn and defiance, and heaps re-
proach upon the head of his old mistress:
SYRACUSE, N. Y, March 49, 1860.
Mas. SARAH LoGuE:-Y ours of the goth
of February is duly received, and l thank
you for it. 1t is long time since heard
from my poor old mother, and l am glad
to know she is yet alive, and, as you say,
"as well as common" What that means,
| don't know. wish you had said more
about her.
You are woman, but had you a wo-
mans heart you could never have insulted
brother by telling him you sold his only
remaining brother and sister because he
put himself beyond your power to convert
him into money.
You sold my brother and sister, Abe and
Ann, and twelve acres of land, you say,
because ran away. Now you have the
unutterable meanness to ask me to return
and be your miserable chattel, or in lieu
thereof send you 81 900 to enable you to
redeem the land, but not to redeem my
poor brother and sister IF I were to send
you money it would be to get my brother
and sister, and not that you should get
land. You say you are cripple, and
doubtless you say it to stir my pity, for
you knew was susceptible in that direc-
ton. / do pity you from the bottom of
my heart. Nevertheless am indignant
beyond the power of words to express that
you should be so sunken and cruel as to
tear the hearts love so much all in pieces
that you should be willing to impale and
cruelty us all out of compassion for your
poor foot or leg. Wretched woman, be it
known to you that value my freedom, to
say nothing of my mother, brother, and
sister, more than your whole body-more,
indeed, than my own hfe--more than all
the lives of all the shareholders and tyrants
under heaven.
You say you have offers to buy me, and
that you shall sell me if / do not send you
81 900, and in the same breath, and almost
in the same sentence, you say, "You know
we raised you as we did our own children"
Woman, did you raise yoatr oaon children
for the market? Did you raise them for
the whipping post2 Did you raise them
to be drove off bound to coffle in chains
Where are my poor bleedil G brothers and
sisters Can you tell Who was it that
sent them off into sugar and cotton-felds
to be kicked, and cufed, and whipped,
and to groan and die; and where no kin
can hear their groans, or attend and SYM
pathize at their dying beds, or follow in
their funerals Wretched woman, do you
say you did not doit2 Then reply, your
husband did, and you approved the deed;
and the very letter you sent me shows
that your heart approves it all. Shame on
you!
But, by the way, where is your hus-
band2 You don't speak of him. infer,
therefore, that he is dead-that he has
gone to his great account, with all his sins
against my family upon his head. Poor
man gone to meet the spirits of my
poor, outraged, and murdered people, in a
world where liberty and justice are mas
tiers
But you say am thief, because took
the old mare along with me. Have you
got to learn that l had better right to the
old mare, as you call her, than Mannasseth
Logue had to me2 Is it greater sin for
me to steal his horse than it was for him to
rob my mothers cradle and steal me- If
he and you infer that forfeit all my rights
to you, shall not infer that you forfeit all
your rights to me2 Have you got to learn
that human rights are mutual and recipro-
eel, and if you take my liberty and life
you forfeit me your own liberty and lief
Before God and high heaven, is there law
for one man which is not law for every
other MANI
If you or any other Spectator on my
body and rights wish to know how / re-
gard my rights, they need but come here
and lay their hands on me 20 enslave me.
Did you think to terrify me by presenting
the alternative to give my money to you
or give my body to slavery2 Then let
me say to you that meet the proposition
with unutterable scorn and contempt. The
proposition is an outrage and an insult I
will not bulge one hairs breadth. will not
breathe shorter breath, even to save me
from your prosecutions. stand among a
free people, who, / thank God, sympathize
with my rights and the rights of mankind,
and if your emissaries and vendors come
here to re-enslave me and escape the I'm.
shrinking vigor of my own right ARM
trust my strong and brave friends in this
city and state will be my rescuers and
avengers.
Yours, &C., j. W LOGUEE.