through Bond-street, he saw an old colored man rubbing his knees, and making the most lively gesticulations of delight.
Being asked what was the matter, he pointed across the street, and exclaimed, ‘O, if I was only sure that was Friend Hopper
If I was only sure
When told that he was not mistaken, he rushed up to the old gentleman, threw his arms about his neck, and hugged him.
When I told him of Julia Pell, a colored Methodist preacher, whose fervid untutored eloquence had produced an exciting effect on my mind, he invited her to come and take tea with him. In the course of conversation, he discovered that she was the daughter of Zeke, the slave who outwitted his purchaser; as described in the preceding narratives.
It was quite an interesting event in her life to meet with the man who had written her father's manumission papers, while she was in her infancy.
When the parting hour came, she said she felt moved to pray; and dropping on her knees, she poured forth a brief but very earnest prayer, at the close of which she said: ‘O Lord
, I beseech thee to shower down blessings on that good old man, whom thou hast raised up to do such a blessed work for my down-trodden people.’
's fund of anecdotes, especially with regard to colored people, was almost inexhaustible.