An inquiry.1
I would inquire of
Mr. Austin Woolfolk if it was decent or manly in him, last week, to multiply his curses and his threats to the
senior editor of this paper, for the insertion of a paragraph which was written by another—by me?
Has he forgotten his alphabet?
The letters ‘L.’
and ‘G.’
attached to the bottom of our separate articles no more resemble each other than the
persons of
Lundy and
Garrison—and certainly the antithesis between
them is remarkable.
If he wishes to discuss the subject of slavery, or to complain of any slander of his character, I shall be happy to see him at my boarding-house, No. 135 Market Street, where I will endeavor to convince him that he is pursuing a wicked traffic; or if I fail in the argument, I will make a public apology for my strictures upon his conduct.
Let me assure him, however, that I am not to be intimidated by the utterance of any threats, or the perpetration of any acts of violence.
Dieu defend le droit.—
W. L. G.