In the afternoon I preached for a Mr. C----, in a Presbyterian Church. The place was beautiful, commodious, and nearly full. The pastor introduced the service. In his manner of doing so, I was very much struck with--what I had before often observed in our Transatlantic brethren--a great apparent want of reverence and fervour. The singing was very good--in the choir. In my address, I urged them to give their legislators, and their brethren in the South, no rest till the guilt and disgrace of slavery were removed from their national character and institutions. I also besought them, as men of intelligence and piety, to frown upon the ridiculous and contemptible prejudice against colour wherever it might appear. To all which they listened with apparent kindness and interest. We took tea by invitation with Dr. L----, for whom I had preached in the morning. There we met with his nice wife, nice deacon, nice little daughters, and nice nieces,--but a most intolerable nephew. This man professed to be greatly opposed to slavery, and yet was full of contempt for "niggers." He talked and _laughed_ over divisions in certain churches, and told the company how he used occasionally to go on Sunday nights to hear a celebrated minister, just "for the sake of hearing him _talk_--ha--ha--ha!" And yet this was a professor of religion! On the subject of slavery the following conversation took place:-- _Nephew._--"If I were in a Slave State, I would not hold slaves." _Aunt._--"Ah! but you would." _Nephew._--"No! that I would not." _Aunt._--"You could not live there without." _Dr. L._----(gravely).--"Well, I _guess_ we had better pray, 'Lead us not into temptation.'" _Aunt._ (devoutly)--"I _guess_ we had." By-and-by one of the young ladies said to my wife, "I guess we had better go and fix our things, and get ready for church." This was the signal for the breaking up of our social enjoyment, which would have been one of unmingled pleasure, had it not been for this noisy, conceited, talkative nephew. In the evening I had to preach again for Mr.----, the place where the coloured gentleman was refused admission to the body of the church. The building was very fine, and the congregation very large. Professor Fowler, of Amherst College, who happened to be present, read the Scriptures and prayed. My subject was "the woes and wants of the African race." I touched upon American slavery, and gave details of the horrors of the slave traffic as at present carried on. I also bore testimony against the cruel prejudice which so extensively exists against the African colour. All were attentive, except one man, who rose and walked out; and I fancied him saying to himself, "I am not going to sit here to listen to this abolition nonsense any longer." And so ended my Sabbath in New York. LETTER XXIX.