In the old gentleman’s account of his visit to the Fair, he says:  “I was struck with the extreme propriety with which everything was conducted, and with the universal harmony and good-will that prevailed among the numerous friends of the cause, who had collected from all parts of the old Commonwealth, on this interesting occasion.  Many of the most distinguished citizens were purchasers, and appeared highly gratified, though not connected with the anti-slavery cause.  Lord Morpeth, late Lord Lieutenant of Ireland, attended frequently, made some presents to the Fair, and purchased several articles.  I would call him by his Christian name, if I knew it; for it is plain enough that he was not baptized, ‘Lord’.  His manners were extremely friendly and agreeable, and he expressed himself highly pleased with the exhibition.  I had an interesting conversation with him on the subject of slavery; particularly in relation to the Amistad captives, and the case of the Creole.”

“I had an opportunity to make a valuable addition to my collection of the works of ancient Friends.  On the book-table, I found that rare old volume, ‘The Way Cast Up,’ written by George Keith, while in unity with the Society.  I took it home with me to my chamber; and as I glanced over it, my mind was moved to a painful retrospect of the Society of Friends in its original state, when its members were at liberty to follow the light, as manifested to them in the silence and secrecy of their own souls.  I seemed to see them entering places appointed for worship by various professors, and there testifying against idolatry, superstition, and a mercenary priesthood.  I saw them entering the courts, calling upon judges and lawyers to do justice.  I saw them receive contumely and abuse, as a reward for these acts of dedication.  My imagination followed them to loathsome dungeons, where many of them died a lingering death.  I saw the blood trickling from the lacerated backs of innocent men and women.  I saw William Robinson, Marmaduke Stevenson, Mary Dyer, and William Leddra, pass through the streets of Boston, pinioned, and with halters about their necks, on the way to execution; yet rejoicing that they were found worthy to suffer, even unto death, for their fidelity to Christ; sustained through those last bitter moments by an approving conscience and the favor of God.

“I now see the inhabitants of that same city surpassed by none on the globe, for liberality, candor, and benevolence.  I see them taking the lead of very many of the descendants of the martyrs referred to, in many things, and at an immeasurable distance.  I compared the state of the Society of Friends in the olden time with what it now is.  In some sections of the country, they, in their turn, have become persecutors.  Not with dungeons, halter, and fire; for those modes of punishment have gone by; but by ejecting their members from religious fellowship, and defaming their characters for doing that which they conscientiously