New-York; and thence we were with equal kindness aided on to Boston.

In Boston and in the vicinity, are persons almost without number, who have
done me favors more than I can express. The thought that I was now in my
new, though recently acquired home--that my family were with me where the
stern, cruel, hated hand of slavery could never reach us more--the
greetings of friends--the interchange of feeling and sympathy--the
kindness bestowed upon us, more grateful than rain to the thirsty
earth,--the reflections of the past that would rush into my mind,--these
and more almost overwhelmed me with emotion, and I had deep and strange
communion with my own soul. Next to God from whom every good gift
proceeds, I feel under the greatest obligations to my kind friends in
Massachusetts. To be rocked in their cradle of Liberty,--Oh, how unlike
being stretched on the pillory of slavery! May that cradle rock forever;
may many a poor care-worn child of sorrow, many a spirit-bruised (worse
than lash-mangled) victim of oppression, there sweetly sleep to the
lullaby of Freedom, sung by Massachusetts sons and daughters.

A number of meetings have been held at which friends have contributed to
our temporal wants, and individuals have sent us various articles of
provision and furniture and apparel, so that our souls have been truly
made glad. There are now ten of us in the family, my wife, my mother, and
myself, with seven children, and we expect soon to be joined by my father,
who several years ago received his freedom by legacy. The wine fresh from
the clustering grapes never filled so sweet a cup as mine. May I and my
family be permitted to drink it, remembering whence it came!

I suppose such of my readers as are not accustomed to trade in human
beings, may be curious to see the Bills of Sale, by which I have obtained
the right to my wife and children. They are both in the hand writing of