uld be spoken of more freely by a third person, than he could speak of himself.
Moreover, he had a more dramatic way of telling a story than he had of writing it; and I have tried to embody his unwritten style as nearly as I could remember it. Where-ever incidents or expressions have been added to the published narratives, I have done it from recollection.
The facts, which were continually occurring within Friend Hopper's personal knowledge, corroborate the pictures of slavery drawn by Mrs. Stowe.
Her descriptions are no more fictitious, than the narratives written by Friend Hopper.
She has taken living characters and facts of every-day occurrence, and combined them in a connected story, radiant with the light of genius, and warm with the glow of feeling.
But is a landscape any the less real, because there is sunshine on it, to bring out every tint, and make every dew-drop sparkle?
Who that reads the account here given of Daniel Benson, and William Anderson, can doubt that sl