The meeting that evening appointed me a delegate to an Anti-slavery Convention which is to be held before long.  I am expected to represent the College on the great arena of freedom.  They have done me too much honor.  Since my appointment, the students have sent me, anonymously, through the post-office, resolutions to be presented by me at the Convention.  I have copied them into a book as they came in, and I will transcribe them for you and send them herewith.  The spirit of liberty is, on the whole, certainly rising among the students.  As the blood of the martyrs is the seed of the Church, I cannot but hope that my trials in the cause of freedom have wrought good in the Institution.  Some who send in these resolutions privately, are, no doubt, secret friends, needing a little more courage to face the pro-slavery feeling and sentiment which are all about them.  Some one who read these resolutions suggested the idea of their being a burlesque.  I repudiated the idea at once.  They will commend themselves to you, dear Aunty, I am sure, as honest and truthful.

The President called me to his room yesterday, and asked me about the treatment which I received from those Seniors.  While I was telling him of it, I noticed that he kept his handkerchief close to his face almost all the time.  I thought at first that his nose bled, or that he had a toothache; but I afterward believed that he was weeping at the story of my wrongs.  A Southerner, in the Junior Class, said he had no doubt that the President was laughing heartily all the time.  None but a minion of the slave-power could have suggested this idea.  The President felt so much that he merely told me to return to my room.

But I perceive, by the students with letters and papers in their hands, that the mail is in.  I will add a postscript, if I find a letter from you; and I will send on the resolutions at once.  Write soon, dear Aunty, to your loving nephew, and to

Yours for the slave,
Gustavus.

CHAPTER IV.

RESOLUTIONS FOR A CONVENTION.

  “Nay, and thou’lt mouth,
  I’ll rant as well as thou.”—­HAMLET.

I.

Resolved, That the continued practice of wild geese to visit the South for the winter, flying over free soil—­Concord, Lexington, Bunker Hill, Faneuil Hall,—­on their way to the land of despotism, cannot be too loudly deplored by all the friends of freedom in the North; and that the laws of nature are evidently imperfect in not yielding to the known anti-slavery sentiments of this great Northern people so far as to make the instincts of said geese conform to our most sacred antipathies and detestations.

II.