Monday, May, 1854.1
My Dear Parker:
— Your words of Saturday have been like live coals in my vitals. I started to
go in yesterday, but was too ill to get to your house. I have long made up my
mind not to avoid a struggle and a conflict with the myrmidons of this infernal
law, but I cannot make it up to seek one. Perhaps my children are the beams in
the eye of my reason.
Something must be attempted; but I think not here in Boston,
for it will be useless. But it may be attempted with hope of success, on the
passage towards the South. I should say in New York City. A dozen resolute men,
awaiting his arrival there, can rescue him; a thousand cannot do it
here. I shall try to find you.
S. G. HOWE.
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1 Before the attempted rescue of Burns.
SOURCE: Laura E. Richards, Editor, Letters and
Journals of Samuel Gridley Howe, Volume 2, p. 268-9
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