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story, my lord,--I can truly say that I write with lifeblood, but as called of God.
I give in my evidence, and I hope that England may so fix the attention of the world on the facts of which I am the unwilling publisher, that the Southern States may be compelled to notice what hitherto they have denied and ignored.
If they call the fiction dreadful, what will they say of the fact, where I cannot deny, suppress, or color?
But it is God's will that it must be told, and I am the unwilling agent.
This coming month of April, my husband and myself expect to sail for England on the invitation of the Anti-Slavery Society of the Ladies and Gentlemen of Glasgow, to confer with friends there.
There are points where English people can do much good; there are also points where what they seek to do may be made more efficient by a little communion with those who know the feelings and habits of our countrymen: but I am persuaded that England can do much for us.
My lord, they greatly mistake who see, in this movement of English Christians for the abolition of slavery, signs of disunion between the nations.
It is the purest and best proof of friendship England has ever shown us, and will, I am confident, be so received.
I earnestly trust that all who have begun to take in hand the cause will be in nothing daunted, but persevere to the end; for though everything else be against us, Christ is certainly on our side and He must at last prevail, and it will be done, “not by might, nor by power, but by His Spirit.”
Yours in Christian sincerity, H. B. Stowe.
