FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS.

Post Office address: care of William Still, 107 Fifth St.,

Philadelphia, Penn.

May God, our own God, sustain you in the hour of trial. If there

is one thing on earth I can do for you or yours, let me be

apprized. I am at your service.

Not forgetting Brown's comrades, who were then lying in prison under

sentence of death, true to the best impulses of her generous heart, she

thus wrote relative to these ill-fated prisoners, from Montpelier, Dec.

12th:

"I thank you for complying with my request. (She had previously

ordered a box of things to be forwarded to them.) And also that

you wrote to them. You see Brown towered up so bravely that

these doomed and fated men may have been almost overlooked, and

just think that I am able to send one ray through the night

around them. And as their letters came too late to answer in

time, I am better satisfied that you wrote. I hope the things

will reach them. Poor doomed and fated men! Why did you not send

them more things? Please send me the bill of expense.... Send me

word what I can do for the fugitives. Do you need any money? Do

I not owe you on the old bill (pledge)? Look carefully and see

if I have paid all. Along with this letter I send you one for

Mr. Stephens (one of Brown's men), and would ask you to send him

a box of nice things every week till he dies or is acquitted. I

understand the balls have not been extracted from him. Has not

this suffering been overshadowed by the glory that gathered

around the brave old man?... Spare no expense to make the last

hours of his (Stephens') life as bright as possible with

sympathy.... Now, my friend, fulfil this to the letter. Oh, is

it not a privilege, if you are sisterless and lonely, to be a

sister to the human race, and to place your heart where it may

throb close to down-trodden humanity?"

On another occasion in writing from the lecturing field hundreds of

miles away from Philadelphia, the sympathy she felt for the fugitives

found expression in the following language:

"How fared the girl who came robed in male attire? Do write me

every time you write how many come to your house; and, my dear

friend, if you have that much in hand of mine from my books,

will you please pay the Vigilance Committee two or three dollars

for me to help carry on the glorious enterprise. Now, please do

not write back that you are not going to do any such thing. Let

me explain a few matters to you. In the first place, I am able

to give something. In the second place, I am willing to do

so.... Oh, life is fading away, and we have but an hour of time!

Should we not, therefore, endeavor to let its history gladden

the earth? The nearer we ally ourselves to the wants and woes of

humanity in the spirit of Christ, the closer we get to the great

heart of God; the nearer we stand by the beating of the pulse of

universal love."

Doubtless it has not often been found necessary for persons desirous of

contributing to benevolent causes to first have to remove anticipated

objections. Nevertheless in some cases it would seem necessary to

admonish her not to be quite so liberal; to husband with a little more

care her hard-earned income for a "rainy day," as her health was not

strong.

"My health," she wrote at that time, "is not very strong, and I may have

to give up before long. I may have to yield on account of my voice,

which I think, has become somewhat affected. I might be so glad if it

was only so that I could go home among my own kindred and people, but

slavery comes up like a dark shadow between me and the home of my

childhood. Well, perhaps it is my lot to die from home and be buried

among strangers; and yet I do not regret that I have espoused this

cause; perhaps I have been of some service to the cause of human rights,

and I hope the consciousness that I have not lived in vain, will be a

halo of peace around my dying bed; a heavenly sunshine lighting up the

dark valley and shadow of death."

Notwithstanding this yearning for home, she was far from desiring at her

death, a burial in a Slave State, as the following clearly expressed

views show:

"I have lived in the midst of oppression and wrong, and I am

saddened by every captured fugitive in the North; a blow has

been struck at my freedom, in every hunted and down-trodden

slave in the South; North and South have both been guilty, and

they that sin must suffer."

Also, in harmony with the above sentiments, came a number of verses

appropriate to her desires in this respect, one of which we here give as

a sample:

"Make me a grave where'er you will,

In a lowly plain, or a lofty hill,

Make it among earth's humblest graves,

But not in a land where men are slaves."

In the State of Maine the papers brought to her notice the capture of

Margaret Garner, and the tragic and bloody deed connected therewith. And

she writes:

"Rome had her altars where the trembling criminal, and the worn

and weary slave might fly for an asylum--Judea her cities of

refuge; but Ohio, with her Bibles and churches, her baptisms and

prayers, had not one temple so dedicated to human rights, one

altar so consecrated to human liberty, that trampled upon and

down-trodden innocence knew that it could find protection for a

night, or shelter for a day."

In the fall of 1860, in the city of Cincinnati, Mrs. Harper was married

to Fenton Harper, a widower, and resident of Ohio. It seemed obvious

that this change would necessarily take her from the sphere of her

former usefulness. The means she had saved from the sale of her books

and from her lectures, she invested in a small farm near Columbus, and

in a short time after her marriage she entered upon house-keeping.

Notwithstanding her family cares, consequent upon married life, she only

ceased from her literary and anti-slavery labors, when compelled to do

so by other duties.

On the 23d of May, 1864, death deprived her of her husband.

Whilst she could not give so much attention to writing as she could have

desired in her household days, she, nevertheless, did then produce some

of her best productions. Take the following for a sample, on the return

from Cleveland, Ohio, of a poor, ill-fated slave-girl, (under the

Fugitive Slave Law):

The Underground Railroad A Record of Facts, Authentic Narratives, Letters, &c., Narrating the Hardships, Hair-Breadth Escapes and Death Struggles of the Slaves in Their Efforts for Freedom, As Related by Themselves and Others, or Witnessed by the Author. · 第 1006 / 1043 题