NEAR PHILADELPHIA,
Nov. 29.
My dear Husband: I
have just received your letter to Mr. M., saying that you would like to have me
stay here until you are disposed of. I felt as if I could not go any further
away until that sad event. You are the gainer, but we are the losers; but God
will take care of us all. I am with Mrs. Lucretia Mott. . . . I find warm
friends every where I go. I cannot begin to tell you the good this Sacrifice
has done, or is likely to do, for the Oppressed. O, I feel it is a great
Sacrifice; but hope that God will enable us to bear it. . . . I went to hear
Mrs. Mott preach to-day, and heard a most excellent sermon; she made a number
of allusions to you, and the preaching you are doing, and are likely to do. I
expect to hear Wendell Phillips tomorrow night. Every one thinks that God is
with you. I hope he will be with you unto the end. Do write to me all you can.
I have written to Governor Wise for your body and those of our beloved sons. I
find there is no lack of money to effect it if they can be had. Farewell, my
dear, beloved husband, whom I am never to see in this world again, but hope to
meet in the next.
SOURCE: James
Redpath, Editor, Echoes of Harper’s Ferry, p. 428
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