any want of interest in the cause.
This moral stagnation and death here only make us value more highly the stirring arena at home.
You live fast, battling for humanity against so many forms of oppression.
None know what it is to live till they redeem life from its seeming monotony by laying it a sacrifice on the altar of some great cause.
There is more happiness in one such hour than in dwelling forever with the beautiful and grand which Angelo
's chisel has redeemed from the “marble chaos,” or the pencil of Raphael has given to immortality.
Nothing brings back home so pleasantly, or with so much vividness, to Ann,1
as to see a colored man occasionally in the street; so you see we are ready to return to our posts in nothing changed.
Indeed, there is one view in which I have learned to value my absence.
I recognize in some degree the truth of the assertion that associations tend to destroy individual independence; and I have found difficulty in answering others, however clear my own mind might be, when charged with taking steps which the sober judgment of age would regret,--with being hurried recklessly forward by the enthusiasm of the moment and the excitement of heated meetings.
I am glad, therefore, to have had the opportunity of holding up the cause, with all its incidents and bearings, calmly before my own mind; of having distance of place perform, as far as possible, the part of distance of years; of being able to look back, cleared of all excitement, though not I hope of all enthusiasm, by other scenes and studies, upon the course we have taken the last few years;and having done so, I am rejoiced to say that every hour of such thought convinces me more and more of the overwhelming claims our cause has on the life-long devotion of each of us; of the perfect rightfulness, as well as