Mr. Abdy was astonished, delighted at this instance of heroic virtue in a poor, ignorant slave. He packed his trunk, gave me a hearty adieu, and, when the coach drove up, he took his seat on the outside with the trunk and the slave—chattels of a Mississippi slave-holder—that he might study for a few hours more the morality of that strong-hearted woman, who could not be bribed to violate her promise, even by the gift of liberty. It was the last time I saw Mr. Abdy,—and it was a sight to be remembered,—he, an accomplished English gentleman, a fellow of Oxford or Cambridge University, riding on the driver’s box of a stage-coach, side by side with an American slave-woman, that he might learn more of her history and character. “Full many a gem, of purest ray serene, The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.” Yours, respectfully, [Signature: Samuel J. May] SYRACUSE, OCT. 9, 1852. KOSSUTH. You ask me what I think of Kossuth. The history of Kossuth is but partly told. An opinion of him now, is, of course, founded on the past and present. But so decisive have been the manifestations in regard to his abilities and aims, that we may confidently say he is the great man of the age. I don’t mean that there is no other man who is responsible for as great or greater physical and intellectual endowments and education. We measure men by what they _do_, not by what they are _able_ to do. He is great because he has manifested great thoughts and corresponding deeds. In this regard he has no superior.