were better times then!
She came here.
Just able to stand, fresh from that baptism of suffering for liberty, she came her, We told her story.
And with us that night — within ten feet of where I stand-sat Fredrika Bremer, the representative of the literature of the Old World; and her humane sympathies were moved so much, that the rosebud she held in her hand she sent (honoring me by sending it by my hand) to the first representative of American slavery she had seen.
It was the tribute of Europe's heart and intellect to a heroine of the black race, in Faneuil Hall.
Times have changed since.
Not to speak of the incense which Miss Bremer has, half ignorantly, I hope, laid on the demon altar of our land, it would not be safe to put that Betsey Blakeley on this platform to-night; it would not be safe for her to appear in a public meeting.
What has changed this public opinion?
I wish it was some single man. I wish it was some official of the city, that so we could make him the scapeg