To Prof. Convers Francis.
New York, December 6, 1846.
About once a fortnight I go to a concert, music being the only outward thing in which I do take much pleasure.
Friend Hopper bears a testimony against it, because he says it is spiritual brandy which only serves to intoxicate people.
We had quite a flare — up here about a fugitive slave, and I wrote the “Courier” an account of it. I have been much amused at the attacks it has brought on me from the papers.
The pious prints are exceedingly shocked because I called him “a living gospel of freedom, bound in black.”
It is so blasphemous to call a man a gospel!
The Democratic papers accused me of trying to influence the state election then pending.
The fun of it is, that I did not know there was an election.
I could not possibly have told whether that event takes place in spring or fall.
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have never known anything about it since I was a little girl on the lookout for election cake.
I know much better who leads the orchestras than who governs the State. 