Nor can I wish my countrymen ever to forget that their own past history should prevent them from being forward in casting accusations on their transatlantic brethren on the subject of slavery. With great ignorance of its actual miseries and horrors, there is also among us great ignorance of the fearful perplexities and difficulties with which its solution could not fail to be attended. I feel, however, that there is a considerable difference between reluctant acquiescence in what you inherit from the past, and voluntary fresh enlargements and reinforcements of the system. For instance, I should not say that the mode in which such an enactment as the Fugitive Slave Law has been considered in this country has at all erred upon the side of overmuch indignation. I need not detain you longer; I began my letter with returning thanks to Almighty God for the appearance of your work, and I offer my humble and ardent prayer to the same Supreme Source that it may have a marked agency in hastening the great consummation, which I should feel it a practical atheism not to believe must be among the unfulfilled purposes of the Divine power and love. I have the honour to be, Madam, Your sincere admirer and well-wisher, CARLISLE. MRS. BEECHER STOWE. MOMMA CHARLOTTE. “Slavery is merely an idea!” said Mr. S——; “the slaves are, in reality, better off than we are, if they had sense enough to know it. They are taken care of—(they must be, you know, because it is the master’s interest to keep them in good condition, and a man will always do what is for his interest). They get rid of all responsibility,—which is what we are groaning under; and if they were only let alone, they would be happy enough,—happier than their masters, I dare say.” “You think it, then, anything but kindness to urge their emancipation?” “To be sure I do! and I would have every one that teaches them to be discontented hung up without judge or jury.” “You seem particularly interested for the slave,—” “Interested! I would have every one of them sent beyond the Rocky Mountains, if I could,—or into ‘kingdom come,’ for that matter. They are the curse of the country; but as long as they are _property_, I would shoot any man that put bad ideas in their heads or that interfered with my management of them, as I would shoot a dog that killed my sheep.” “But do they never get what you call ‘bad ideas’ from any but white people?” “O, there is no knowing where they get them,—but they are full of ’em. No matter how kind you are to them, they are never satisfied!” “I can tell you where they get some of their ideas of slavery, if you will allow me.” “Certainly,—I am always glad of information.”