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“LONDON, _July, 1854._”

From Rev. I. G. Abeltshauser, LL.D. Trinity College, Dublin, and others;–

“DUBLIN, 14th April, 1856.

“The undersigned having made due enquiry from the most trustworthy sources relative to the character and attainments of Professor William G. Allen, have much pleasure in recommending him as a gentleman of high attainments and honorable character.

I. G. ABELTSHAUSER, Clk. LL.D. Trin. Col. Dub.

WM. URWICK, D. D. 40, Rathmines Road, Dublin.

JAMES HAUGHTON, 35 Eccles-street, Dublin.

RICHARD ALLEN, Sackville-street, Dublin.

JONATHAN PIM, 22, William-street, Dublin.

JOHN EVANS, M. D. 38, Richmond-street, Dublin.

R. D. WEBB, 176, Great Brunswick-street, Dublin.

JOHN R. WIGHAM, 36, Capel-street, Dublin.”

From RICHARD D. WEBB, Esq. of Dublin.

“DUBLIN, 3rd November, 1858.

“DEAR MR. ALLEN,

“Your name was familiar to me long before I knew you personally. I had often heard of ‘Professor W. G. Allen,’ who, while connected with the Central College, in the State of New York, and respected there as a man and a teacher, was obliged to leave his native country for the offence of marrying a white lady of respectable family and great excellence of character, who is now much liked and esteemed by her numerous friends in this city. I became acquainted with you soon after your arrival in London; and particularly during your residence in Ireland I have had nearly as much opportunity of knowing you as any of your acquaintances here. I can truly say, that you have earned the hearty respect of all who know you (of whom I have any knowledge), by the industry, energy, and self-respect you have evinced in the course of a long and difficult battle with those adverse circ.u.mstances, with which a comparatively unknown and friendless stranger has to contend, in his efforts to effect a settlement in a strange country. Your conduct has been industrious, honorable and in every way deserving of esteem and sympathy. Some time since, in the columns of the ‘Anti-Slavery Advocate,’ without hint or solicitation on your part, I took the liberty to speak of your course as I do now; for amongst all the colored Americans with whom my interest in the Anti-Slavery cause has made me acquainted–and many of whom are my own personal friends–I have known none more deserving of respect and confidence than yourself.

“Yours truly, “RICHARD D. WEBB.”

Having, in my avocation as lecturer on “The African Race” and “America and the Americans,” visited nearly the whole of Ireland, I respectfully submit the following letters and notices, the letters being from gentlemen who kindly presided at the meetings:–

From the Rev. DOCTOR FITZGERALD, Archdeacon of Kildare, (now Lord Bishop of Cork).

“Professor Allen delivered some lectures on the African Race, in Kingstown, which seemed to have given general satisfaction. I regret that I was unable to attend more than one, but I can truly say that it bore evidence of a highly cultivated mind, and imparted valuable information in a pleasing form. From what I have seen and heard of Professor Allen, I should be glad to think that any testimony of mine could be of service to him.

“W. FITZGERALD, Archdeacon of Kildare, (Now Lord Bishop of Cork.)

“Dublin, Nov. 1856”

From Rev. DOCTOR URWICK, Dublin.

“I have known Professor Allen since his first coming to Ireland, and believe him to be a gentleman of high character and attainments. His lecturings, more than one of which I have heard, display much power, and by the amount of information they contain, united with a clear and often eloquent style, and earnest manner, cannot fail, at once, to interest and instruct the audience. I cordially commend him to the confidence and kind attention of my friends.

“W. URWICK.

“Dublin, Nov. 30, 1857.”

From CORK–see “Const.i.tution,” “Examiner” and “Reporter,” March 1858.

“Cork, Feb. 28, 1858.

“To WILLIAM G. ALLEN, Esq. late Professor of Greek in New York Central College.

“DEAR SIR–We, the undersigned, having heard your lectures on ‘America’ and ‘Africa,’ and derived therefrom much instruction as well as gratification, do, on our own part and that of many of our fellow citizens who are anxious to hear you, respectfully request that you will give, at least, two lectures more upon these interesting subjects.

“(Signed) HENRY MARTIN, Congregational Minister.

R. W. FORREST (Free Church).

RICHD. CORBETT, M. D.

J. D. CARNEGIE.

HENRY UNKLES.

GEORGE BAKER.

RICHARD DOWDEN, (Rd.) WILLIAM MAGILL, (Scots’ Church).

JOSEPH R. GREENE, Professor, Queen’s Coll.

THOMAS JENNINGS.

N. JACKSON, C. E.

JOSEPH COLBECK.”

From “Belfast News-letter,” Dec. 10, 1858.

“REV. DOCTOR COOKE occupied the chair. Professor Allen then delivered a lecture of great ability and interest. Dr. Cooke said he had listened to a remarkable oration. He was glad he had heard it. He thanked Professor Allen, in the name of the meeting, for his truly valuable and instructive lecture.”

From the DEAN OF WATERFORD.

“Professor W. G. Allen, an American gentleman of color, having visited Waterford, delivered two lectures here, one on ‘America,’ and the other on ‘Africa and the African Races.’ On each occasion I had the pleasure to occupy the chair at the meetings held to hear Mr. Allen’s lectures, which proved most interesting and instructive. The Professor is himself a witness that there is nothing in color or race to hinder a man from being distinguished for eloquence, good taste, and religious feeling.

“I have seldom heard public addresses which have interested me more, and I have no doubt that Mr. Allen’s lectures will prove useful, wherever they are delivered, in creating an interest on behalf of our fellow men, who have suffered so great wrongs from professing Christians, though happily no longer at the hands of British subjects.

“EDW. N. h.o.a.rE, Dean of Waterford.

“Deanery, Waterford, Jan. 16, 1858.”

From Rev. DOCTOR BROWNE, Princ.i.p.al of Kilkenny College.

“Kilkenny College, Feb. 3, 1858.

“I have attended Professor Allen’s lectures on ‘America and the Americans,’ and on the ‘African Races,’ and have received much pleasure as well as information from the talent and power with which he has handled the subjects of which he treated.

“His knowledge, his ardent and impressive manner, and clear melodious voice, render him a most pleasing as well as instructive lecturer.

“JOHN BROWNE, Clk. LL.D.”

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“The above is, as we have been informed, a full and true statement of the affair which has created such an excitement throughout the country.”

The reader will see that the article appears as an editorial–another evidence that it is “conscience that doth make cowards of us all.”

Should Mr. King ever see this little book, and wonder how I found him out, I will simply inform him that I chanced to be in the neighborhood of the Journal Office, when he went in with his piece; and further, I have the guarantee of the Editor.

I now subjoin an extract of a note which I received from Miss King, on the afternoon of February the 12th:–

“Fulton, Friday Morning, Feb. 11th.

“Professor Allen,– “Dearest and best-loved Friend:–

“I am much better this morning; and if I could only see you for a few hours, I am sure I should be quite well again. I have been trying to persuade father to let me go to Syracuse this morning and see you, but he thinks my health is not in a state to admit of it now, but has promised me faithfully that I may meet you at Loguens, on Tuesday of next week.

“Professor–When I saw that article in the ‘_Syracuse Journal_,’ holding you up in such a ridiculous light, and laboring to make such false impressions upon the mind of the public, my soul was on fire with indignation.

“I need not tell you again that I love you, for you know that I do; yes, and I always shall until life’s troubled waters cease their flow.

“All communications that I receive from, or send to, you, _are read by father_; for I am a prisoner, yes, a prisoner; and when you write to me–if you should before I see you–_you must say nothing but what you are willing to have seen_. I shall manage to send this note without having it seen by any one.

“When I see you, I will tell you how much I have suffered since I saw you last, and how much I still suffer.

“Ever yours, “Mary.”

[The italicising of the above is my own.]

This little note was the only communication which I had received from Fulton, containing any account of the doings of the King family, since the letter written to me by Miss King, announcing that our engagement must be broken. Though short, it was satisfactory. It a.s.sured me that Miss King,–though she could be persecuted–could not be crushed.

About the same time that I received the above note from Miss King, I also received the following from Rev. Timothy Stowe, of Peterboro’, New York. How much I valued this friendly epistle coming, as it did, from one of the most devoted Christians in America, it is not possible for me to say:–

“Peterboro’, February 8th, 1853.

“Dear Brother Allen:–

“I see by the papers, that you have been shamefully mobbed at Fulton. I write to let you know that there are some in the world who will not join the mult.i.tude who are trying to overwhelm you with prejudice.

“Now do not be cast down. You, I trust, are not the man to cower at such a moment. Do not be afraid to stand up your whole length in defence of your own rights.

“Come and visit us without delay. Consider my house your home while here.

“Brother Smith sends you his love. Brother Remington wishes me to say that you have his confidence, and that he is your friend.

“Yours with kindest regards, “TIMOTHY STOWE.”

CHAPTER VI.

BRIGHTENING UP.–GRAND RESULT.

According to the intimation in the note received from Miss King dated Feb. 11th, she met me–not however as she expected on Tuesday–but, on Wednesday of next week in Syracuse: and at the house of a friend whose memory we hold in the highest reverence.

The interview, as the parents and relatives of Miss King understood it, was to be held to the intent that Miss King might then and there in person, and by “word” more effectually than she could possibly do by writing, absolve herself from all engagement, obligation or intention whatsoever to marry me–now, hereafter, or evermore. This was their construction of the matter, and it was in the light of this construction that they essayed to grant the request–the granting of which Miss King made the condition on which she proposed to yield up her sacred right.

That the King family–determined as they were, law or no law, justice or no justice, Christianity or no Christianity; in short, at all events and all hazards, to prevent our union–should have granted this interview to Miss King convicts them of as great imbecility and folly as was their persecution of their victim. But so it is, the innocent shall not only not be cut down, but they who practice unrighteousness shall themselves be overtaken.

But to the interview. I should be glad to describe my feelings on first meeting Miss King after she had pa.s.sed through that fiery furnace of affliction. But I desist. The “engagement,” I have already said, displayed a moral heroism which no one can comprehend who has not been in America, but the pa.s.sage through was more than sublime.

She related to me the events of the two preceding weeks as she had known them to transpire in her own family, and as she had heard of them as transpiring in the village. I cannot write the details. It chills my blood to think of them. The various letters published in this narrative will suffice to give the reader some idea of things as they were; while the hundreds of things which cannot be written and which, because of their littleness are the more faithful exponents of meanness, must be left to the reader to imagine as best he can. I say as best he can, since no Englishman can imagine the thing precisely as it was.

She was reviled, upbraided, ridiculed, tormented; and by some, efforts were made to bribe her into the selling of her conscience. What the vilest and most vulgar prejudices could suggest were hurled at both our devoted heads. Letters were not permitted to be received or sent without their being first inspected by the parents. And finally she was imprisoned after the manner set forth in the letter of Mr. Porter. So rigid was the surveillance that her sister was also put under the same “regimen,” because her sympathies were with the persecuted and not the persecutors.

When we met, therefore, we were not long in determining what was our duty. And now, Reader, what would you have done? Just what we did–no doubt. Made up your mind to have sacrificed nothing upon the altar of a vulgar prejudice. Such was the nature of the demand–would it not have been base to have yielded?

We concluded that now, more than ever, we would obey our heart’s convictions, though all the world should oppose us; that, come what would, we would stand by each other, looking to Heaven to bless us, and not to man, for either smiles or favor.

We were resolved, but there was a difficulty yet. Determined to exercise our G.o.d-given rights, we were still overpowered by the physical force of the whole community. An open declaration by either party of our resolve would have been not less than consummate madness. To exercise our rights, therefore, not as we _would_ but as we _could_, was the only hope left us.

We resolved to marry and flee the Country. Miss King returned to Fulton; after remaining there a week or ten days she went to Pennsylvania _ostensibly_ to teach in a school. We corresponded by means of a third person; and my arrangements being made, we met in New York City, on March 30th, according to appointment; were married immediately and left for Boston. In Boston, we remained ten days, keeping as quiet as possible, in the family of a beloved friend, and on the 9th of April, took pa.s.sage for Liverpool.

Since our arrival in this Country, we have received several American papers. The following Article is from one of the Western New York papers, which is but a specimen of the articles published by all the pro-slavery papers throughout the land on the announcement of the marriage, shows that the flight to England completed the victory. To have remained to be killed would have been fun to be relished. But public sentiment abroad–ah, that is another thing, and not so pleasant to be thought of:–

“PROF. ALLEN IS MARRIED”

“MARRIED.–In New York city, March 30th, by Rev. Thomas Henson, Professor WILLIAM G. ALLEN, of Mc. Grawville, N. Y., and Miss MARY E. KING, of Fulton, N. Y., daughter of Rev. Lyndon King, of Fulton.

“We expected as much. We were liberally abused for our discountenance of this marriage, and charged with wilfully falsifying facts, because we insisted that this affair was in contemplation, and would yet go off.

_Prof._ Allen denied it, and others thought that they had the most positive a.s.surance from his statements that the amalgamation wedding was a fiction. But now, after he and his white brethren have liberally impugned our motives, charged falsehood upon us, and made solemn a.s.severations designed to make the public believe that no such thing was in contemplation, in two brief months, the thing is consummated, with all the formality of a religious observance, and this unholy amalgamation is perpetrated before high Heaven and a.s.serted among men.

“_Prof._ ALLEN and his fair bride are now in Europe. It is well they should emigrate, to show admiring foreigners the beauties of American abolitionism. Let them attend the receptions of the d.u.c.h.ess of Sutherland, the soirees of English agitators, and the orgies of Exeter Hall. Let GEO. THOMPSON introduce them as the first fruits of his _philanthropic_ labors in America. Let them travel among the starveling English operatives, who would gladly accept slavery if a.s.sured of a peck of corn each week; let them wander among European serfs, whose life, labor, and virtue are the sport of despots, compared to whom the crudest slave driver is an angel–and there proclaim their ‘holy alliance.’ If the victims of English and Continental tyranny do not turn their backs, disgusted with the foul connection, their degradation must be infinitely greater than we had supposed.”

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But to return to the story: Soon after the “interview” between Miss King and myself, I received the following note from Mrs. Harriet Beecher Stowe–the renowned Auth.o.r.ess of “Uncle Tom’s Cabin.” A “divine-hearted woman,” this, as Horace Mann hath rightly called her, and more precious than rubies to me is her kind and Christian epistle:–

Andover, Ma.s.sachusetts, February 21st, 1853.

“Professor Allen,– “Dear Sir:–

“I have just read with indignation and sorrow your letter in the Liberator (copied from the Syracuse Standard). I had hoped that the day for such outrages had gone by. I trust that you will be enabled to preserve a patient and forgiving spirit under this exhibition of vulgar and unchristian prejudice. _Its day is short._

“Please accept the accompanying volume as a mark of friendly remembrance from,–

“H. B. STOWE.”

Just before Miss K. left Fulton for Pennsylvania, she received the following letter from the Rev. Timothy Stowe–the gentleman to whom reference has already been made. He is not related to Mrs. Harriet Beecher Stowe, but is nevertheless of royal race:–

“Peterboro’, New York, March 1st, 1853.

“Miss Mary E. King,– “Dear Friend:–

“You will not be offended that I should address you by this t.i.tle, though I never saw you, to my recollection, until last July at Mc.

Grawville; I then felt an interest in your welfare–an interest which has been deepened by your recent insults and trials. I am not one of those who can censure you for your attachment and engagement to Professor Allen. He is a man–a n.o.ble man–a whole man; a man, in fine, of whom no woman need be ashamed. I am aware, you are aware, that the world will severely condemn you; so it did Luther, when he married a nun; it was then thought to be as great an outrage on decency, for a minister to marry a nun, as it now is for a white young lady to marry a colored gentleman. You have this consolation, that G.o.d does not look upon the countenance–the color of men; that in his eye, black and white are the same; and consequently, to marry a colored person of intelligence and worth is no immorality, and in his eye, no impropriety.

It is probably the design of Providence in this case, to call the attention of the public to the fresh consideration of what is implied in the great doctrine of human brotherhood. Is it true or not, that a colored man has all the rights of a white man? Is this a question still mooted among Abolitionists? If so, then we may as well settle it now as at any other time, and though the controversy may be, and must be a very painful one to your feelings, yet, the result will be a better understanding of the great principles of our common nature and brotherhood. Professor Allen is with me in my study, and has detailed to me the whole of this outrage against yourself and him, and has also made me acquainted with your relations to each other. I extend to you my sympathy, I proffer to you my friendship. You have not fallen in my estimation, nor in the estimation of Mr. Smith and others in this place.

Lay not this matter to heart, be not cast down; put your trust in G.o.d, and he will bring you out of this crucible seven times purified. He in mercy designs to promote your spiritual growth and consolation. Keep the Saviour in your heart. My good wife sympathises with you. We would be glad to see you at our humble home, either before or after your marriage. We would try to comfort you; we would bear your burdens, and so ‘fulfil the law of Christ.’

“Yours, with fraternal and Christian affection, “TIMOTHY STOWE.”

On the day after Miss King left for Pennsylvania, I received the following note from a friend in Fulton. It is significant, and certainly corroborative of the opinion which I have expressed of the Fulton people–that they had determined to leave nothing undone by which to make their tyranny complete:–

“Fulton, March 5th, 1853.

“Dear Friend:– “Yesterday I heard from you by a friend

“Mary has gone to Pennsylvania.

“What we feared was, she would be again imprisoned, and hindered from going to Pa. If her relatives and other friends knew of your intentions, she would have been put under lock and key as sure as there are _mean men_ in Fulton.

“Professor, they were as mad as wild a.s.ses here about that ‘resolution of Smith’s,’ especially King’s folks.

I want your miniature–_must have it_. I want to show it to my friends that they may see this man whose idle moments in the bower of love sets half the world crazy.

“In friendship, yours,

The Resolution to which reference has been made, is as follows. It was presented by the Hon. Gerrit Smith, Member of Congress, from New York, at a Convention of “Liberty Party Men,” held in Syracuse, about four weeks after the mob:–

“Resolved, That the recent outrage committed upon that accomplished and worthy man–Professor William G. Allen–and the general rejoicing throughout the country therein, evinces that the heart of the American people, on the subject of slavery is utterly corrupt, and almost past cure.”

Now for something spicy. The following letter was written to Elder King by a Slaveholder of Mississippi, about five weeks after the mob. The Elder re-mailed it to his daughter while she was in Pennsylvania. Having become the property of the daughter, and the daughter and I now being one, I shall take the liberty of giving this specimen of Southern chivalry to the public. The reader shall have it without alteration:–

“Warrenton, Mississippi, “March 5th, 1853.

“Rev. Sir:–

“You cannot judge of my surprise and indignation, on reading an Editorial in one of my papers concerning an intending marriage of your lovely and accomplished daughter, with a negro man; which thanks to providence has been prevented by the excited and enraged populace of the enterprising citizens of the good town of Fulton.

“During my sojourn in the state of New York last year, I visited for mere curiosity the Mc. Grawville Inst.i.tute in Cortland Co., which gave me an opportunity of seeing your daughter, then a pupil of that equality and amalgamated Inst.i.tute; and I believe in all my travels north, I never saw one more interesting and polite to those of her acquaintances.

“I have thought much about your daughter since my return home, and do yet, notwithstanding the ignominious connection she has lately escaped from. Your daughter–innocent, as I must in charity presume–because deluded and deranged by the false teachings of the abolition Inst.i.tute at Mc. Grawville.

“My object in writing to you this letter is to obtain your permission to correspond with your daughter if it should be agreeable with herself, for I do a.s.sure you that I have no other than an honorable intention in doing so.

“I reside in Warren County near Warrenton–am the owner of Nine Young Negroes in agriculture, who would not exchange their bondage for a free residence in the north. I am happy to inform you Revd. Sir that my character is such that will bear the strictest investigation, and my relations respectable. I am yet young having not yet obtained my 25th year.

“Well sir, I am a stranger to both yourself and interesting family, and as a matter of course you may desire to know something about the humble individual who has thought proper to address you on a subject which depends on the future happiness of your daughter. For your Reverence’s gratification you are at liberty to refer to either or all of the following gentlemen, by letter or in person,–viz., Hon. J. E. Sharkey, State Senator, Warren Co., P. O., Warrenton, Miss.;–Hon. A. G. Brown, Ex-Gov., Miss., now Member of Congress, P. O., Gallatin, Miss.;–Samuel Edwards, High Sheriff, Warren Co., P. O., Vicksburg, Miss.;–E. B.

Scarbrough Clerk, Probate Court, Warren Co., P. O., Vicksburg, Miss.;–M.

Shannon, Editor, Vicksburg, Miss., Whig;–Geo. D. Prentice, Editor, Louisville, Ky., Journal;–and Reed, Brothers, and Co., 177, Market Street, Philadelphia.

“Again Rev. Sir, I a.s.sure you that in writing you this letter, I only do that which is the result of mature deliberation.

“I shall wait anxiously your reply, “THOS. K. KNOWLAND.”

“P. S.–As Messrs. Reed, Brothers, and Co., are the nearest reference to whom I refer, I enclose you a letter from them.”

The two letters immediately following were received by Miss K. just before she left Pennsylvania for New York. Many other letters were also received by both of us, which are not given in this book, but we can a.s.sure the writers thereof that they have our hearts’ grat.i.tude:–

“Fulton, March 27th, 1853.

“My dear and brave Sister:–

“For two weeks past we have been stopping with Mr. B. Yesterday we received four letters–two from my good brother B., and two from Pennsylvania, yours and Jane’s. Right glad were we to receive those welcome favors–those little _epistolary_ angels, telling us of your safety, (for safety has of late become quite a consideration) of your affection, of your anxiety, and a hundred things more than what were written.

“Mary, I judge from your letters and notes–from the tone of them–that there are feelings and emotions in your heart utterly beyond the power of words to express. You are resolved, and you are happy in your resolve, and strong in the providential certainty of its success. Yet you tremble for probabilities, or rather for _possibilities_.

“What feelings, dear Mary, you must have in the hour of your departure from this country. Through the windows of imagination I can catch a glimpse of it all. Your flight is a flight for freedom, and I can almost call you _Eliza_. To you this land will become a land of memory. And, oh! what memories! But we will talk of this hereafter.

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WILLIAM G. ALLEN,

(Colored American,)

FORMERLY PROFESSOR OF THE GREEK LANGUAGE AND LITERATURE IN NEW YORK CENTRAL COLLEGE

RESIDENT FOR THE LAST FOUR YEARS IN DUBLIN.

DUBLIN: SOLD BY THE AUTHOR, AND BY WILLIAM CURRY & CO., 9, UPPER SACKVILLE-STREET, AND J. ROBERTSON, 8 GRAFTON-STREET.

1860

PRICE ONE SHILLING.

DUBLIN: PRINTED BY ROBERT CHAPMAN, TEMPLE LANE DAME STREET.

PREFACE.

In preparing this little narrative, I have not sought to make a book, but simply to tell my own experiences both in the slaveholding and non-slaveholding States of America, in as few words as possible. The facts here detailed throw light upon many phases of American life, and add one more to the tens of thousands of ill.u.s.trations of the terrible power with which slavery has spread its influences into the Northern States of the Union–penetrating even the inmost recesses of social life.

W. G. A.

DONNYBROOK, DUBLIN, _January, 1860._

A SHORT PERSONAL NARRATIVE.

I was born in Virginia, but not in slavery. The early years of my life were spent partly in the small village of Urbanna, on the banks of the Rappahannock, partly in the city of Norfolk, near the mouth of the James’ River, and partly in the fortress of Monroe, on the sh.o.r.es of the Chesapeake. I was eighteen years in Virginia. My father was a white man, my mother a mulattress, so that I am what is generally termed a quadroon. Both parents died when I was quite young, and I was then adopted by another family, whose name I bear. My parents by adoption were both coloured, and possessed a flourishing business in the fortress of Monroe.

I went to school a year and a half in Norfolk. The school was composed entirely of coloured children, and was kept by a man of color, a Baptist minister, who was highly esteemed, not only as a teacher, but as a preacher of rare eloquence and power. His color did not debar him from taking an equal part with his white brethren in matters pertaining to their church.

But the school was destined to be of short duration. In 1831, Nathaniel Turner, a slave, having incited a number of his brethren to avenge their wrongs in a summary manner, marched by night with his comrades upon the town of Southampton, Virginia, and in a few hours put to death about one hundred of the white inhabitants. This act of Turner and his a.s.sociates struck such terror into the hearts of the whites throughout the State, that they immediately, as an act of retaliation or vengeance, abolished every colored school within their borders; and having dispersed the pupils, ordered the teachers to leave the State forthwith, and never more to return.

I now went to the fortress of Monroe, but soon found that I could not get into any school there. For, though being a military station, and therefore under the sole control of the Federal Government, it did not seem that this place was free from the influence of slavery, in the form of prejudice against color. But my parents had money, which always and everywhere has a magic charm. I was also of a persevering habit; and what therefore I could not get in the schools I sought among the soldiers in the garrison, and succeeded in obtaining. Many of the rank and file of the American army are highly educated foreigners; some of them political refugees, who have fled to America and become unfortunate, oftentimes from their own personal habits. I now learned something of several languages, and considerable music. My German teacher, a common soldier, was, by all who knew him, reputed to be both a splendid scholar and musician. I also now and then bought the services of other teachers, which greatly helped to advance me.

Many of the slaveholders aided my efforts. This seems like a paradox; but, to the credit of humanity, be it said, that the bad are not always bad. One kind-hearted slaveholder, an army officer, gave me free access to his valuable library; and another slaveholder, a naval officer, who frequented the garrison, presented me, as a gift, with a small but well selected library, which formerly belonged to a deceased son.

My experience, therefore, in the State of Virginia, is, in many respects, quite the opposite of that which others of my cla.s.s have been called to undergo.

Could I forget how often I have stood at the foot of the market in the city of Norfolk, and heard the cry of the auctioneer–“What will you give for this man?”–“What for this woman?”–“What for this child?”

Could I forget that I have again and again stood upon the sh.o.r.es of the Chesapeake, and, while looking out upon that splendid bay, beheld ships and brigs carrying into unutterable misery and woe men, women and children, victims of the most cruel slavery that ever saw the sun; could I forget the innumerable scenes of cruelty I have witnessed, and blot out the remembrance of the degradation, intellectual, moral and spiritual, which everywhere surrounded me–making the country like unto a den of dragons and pool of waters–my reminiscence of Virginia were indeed a joy and not a sorrow.

Some things I do think of with pleasure. A grand old State is Virginia.

No where else, in America at least, has nature revealed herself on a more munificent scale. Lofty mountains, majestic hills, beautiful valleys, magnificent rivers cover her bosom. A genial clime warms her heart. Her resources are exhaustless. Why should she not move on?

Execrated for ever be this wretched slavery–this disturbing force. It kills the white man–kills the black man–kills the master–kills the slave–kills everybody and everything. Liberty is, indeed, the first condition of human progress, and the especial hand-maiden of all that in human life is beautiful and true.

I attained my eighteenth year. About this time the Rev. W. H—- of New York city visited the fortress of Monroe, and opened a select school. He was a white man, and of a kind and benevolent nature. He could not admit me into his school, nevertheless he took a deep interest in my welfare.

He aided my studies in such ways as he could, and, on his return to the State of New York (he remained but a short time in Virginia), acquainted the Honorable Gerrit Smith, of Peterboro, with my desires. Mr. Smith’s sympathies were immediately touched on my behalf. He requested the Rev.

W. H—- to write to me at once, and extend to me an invitation to visit the State of New York, enter college, and graduate at his expense–if need be.

I have to remark just here that at the time of the visit of the Rev. W.

H—- to the fortress of Monroe, my parents were in greatly reduced circ.u.mstances, owing to a destructive fire which had recently taken place, and burned to the ground a most valuable property. The fire was supposed to be the work of incendiaries–low whites of the neighbourhood, who had become envious of my parents’ success. There was no insurance on the property. Under these circ.u.mstances I gladly accepted the kind offer of Mr. Smith. His generous nature then and there turned towards me in friendship; and, I am happy to be able to add, he has ever continued my friend from that day to this.

Mr. Smith is one of the n.o.blest men that America has ever produced; and is especially remarkable for his profound appreciation of that sublime command of our Saviour, “All things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them.” Where he treads no angel of sorrow follows.

He is a man of vast estates–a millionaire. He is also what in America is termed a land reformer. He believes that every man should possess an inviolable homestead. He himself possesses by inheritance millions of acres in the Northern and Eastern States of America; and shows his sincerity and consistency by parcelling off from time to time such portions of these lands as are available, in lots of forty or fifty acres each, and presenting the deeds thereof, free of charge, to the deserving landless men, white or black, in the region where the lands in question are located. He also long since vacated the splendid Peterboro’

mansion, into possession of which he came on the death of his father; and now resides, himself and family, in a simple cottage near Peterboro’, with only forty acres attached. His sympathies are not bounded by country or clime. He sent into Ireland, during the famine of 1847, the largest single donation that reached the country from abroad.

He was elected to the United States Congress a few years ago, as one of the members for New York, but resigned his seat after holding it only a year–probably feeling outraged by the manners and morals, not to say superlative wickedness, of so many of his a.s.sociates. Whatever may have been the cause which induced him to resign, he did well to give up his post. Nature had evidently not set him to the work. Of great ability, winning eloquence, and undoubted moral courage, his heart and temper were too soft and apologetic to deal with the bl.u.s.tering tyrants who fill too many of the seats of both houses of Congress.

Mr. Smith is truly a great orator. He has in an eminent degree the first qualification thereof–a great heart. His voice is a magnificent ba.s.s, deep, full, sonorous; and, being as melodious as deep, it gives him enviable power over the hearts and sympathies of men.

In personal appearance he is extremely handsome. Large and n.o.ble in stature, with a face not only beautiful, but luminous with the reflection of every Christian grace.

He is now engaged in the care of his vast estates, and in his private enterprises, scarcely private, since they are all for the public good.

He is sixty-two years of age. A true Christian in every exalted sense of the term, long may he live an honor and a blessing to his race.

Having accepted the invitation of this gentleman, I prepared to leave the South. On making arrangements for a pa.s.sage from Norfolk to Baltimore, I found that the “Free Papers” which every man of color in a slave state must possess, in order to be able to prove, in case of his being apprehended at any time, that he is not an absconding slave, were of very little avail. I must needs have a “Pa.s.s” as well, or I could not leave. However I obtained this doc.u.ment without much trouble, and as it is a curious specimen of American literature, I will give it. It does not equal, to be sure, the “charming pages” of Washington Irving, but it is certainly quite as ill.u.s.trative in its way:–

“Norfolk, Oct. 1839.

“The bearer of this, William G. Allen, is permitted to leave Norfolk by the Steam Boat Jewess, Capt. Sutton, for Baltimore.

“Signed, J. F. Hunter “Agent, Baltimore Steam Packet Company.”

This doc.u.ment was also countersigned by one of the justices of the peace. Really, there is something preposterous about these slaveholders.

They make all sorts of attempts to drive the free colored people out of their borders; but when a man of this cla.s.s wishes to go of his own accord, he must that be _permitted_!

I reached Baltimore in safety, but now found that neither “Free Papers”

nor “Pa.s.s” were of any further use. I desired to take the train to Philadelphia _en route_ to New York. I must this time get a white man to testify to my freedom, or further I could not go. Or, worse still, if no such man could be found, I must be detained in Baltimore and lodged in jail! By no means a pleasant prospect. There was no time to be lost. My previous experience had taught me this truth–the more we trust, the more we are likely to find to trust. Acting upon this principle, and putting in practice my studies in physiognomy, I presently found a friend among the crowd; who, being satisfied with my statements and the doc.u.ments I presented, kindly gave the desired testimony. The ticket seller then recorded my name, age, and personal appearance in his book, and delivered me my ticket. I now had no further trouble, and reached the college (in the State of New York) in safety.

Remaining at this college (Oneida Inst.i.tute, Whitesboro’) five years, I graduated with some honor and little cost to my patron, Mr. Smith. I quite paid my way by private tuitions: during one vacation I taught a school in Canada.

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I have before me at this moment recent American papers which contain accounts of the throttling of respectably-dressed colored men and women for venturing no further even than into the cabins of ferry boats plying between opposite cities; of colored ladies made to get out of the cars in which they had found seats–in cars in which the vilest loafer, provided his skin be white might sit unmolested; of respectable clergymen having their clothes torn from their backs, because they presumed to ask in a quiet manner that they might have berths in the cabins of steamers on which they were travelling, and not be compelled to lodge on deck; and lastly, of a colored man who was not long since picked up and thrown over-board from a steam boat, on one of the Western rivers, because of some affray with a white man–while all the bye-standers stood looking on, regarding the drowning of the man with less consideration than they would have done the drowning of a brute.

Knowing all these things, and knowing also the peculiarity of the circ.u.mstances which surrounded me on that Sabbath evening, the reader will not be surprised, that when I saw the dense mult.i.tude surrounding the house of Mr. Porter, I at once came to the conclusion that I should not be permitted to live an hour longer. I was not frightened–was never calmer–prepared for the worst, disposed of my watch and such other articles of value as I had about my person.

Mr. Porter was below stairs at the time the mob approached. Soon he came running up, introducing the Committee to whom reference has already been made. They at once addressed us. I do not remember their words,–the purport of the whole, however, was that death was intended for me, provided we had been married; and as it was, I could only escape it, by Miss King consenting to go with them, and by myself consenting to leave the village; and further, that there must be no delay by either party.

One of the Committee, in order to a.s.sure me of the terrible danger by which I was surrounded, drew back the window curtains and bade me look out. I did not do so, however, since it was not necessary that I should look out in order to feel fully convinced that there were men below, who had determined to degrade themselves below the level of the brutes that perish. Such cursings, such imprecations, such cries of “n.i.g.g.e.r,” “bring him out,” “d—-n him,” “kill him,” “down with the house,” were never heard before, I hardly think, even in America.

Of course, to have attempted to resist this armed mob of hundreds of men would have been preposterous. It would have been, so far as I was concerned, at least, to have committed myself to instant death.

Compelled, therefore, to make the best of our unfortunate situation, Miss King consented to go with the Committee, and I to leave the village–she, however, taking care to a.s.sure me in a whisper, that she would meet me on the following day in Syracuse. The lady was now conducted by the Committee through the mob to the sleigh. Not a word was spoken by a single ruffian in the crowd. All were silent until the driver put whip to his horse, when a general shout was sent up, as of complete and perfect triumph.

“Mistaken souls!”

Having reached her father’s house, one of the Committee addressed a speech to her, hoped that for the sake of her family, and the community, Miss King would relinquish all partiality for Professor Allen, advised her also to go around among the ladies of the village, and consult with them, and a.s.sured her that he would be glad to see her at his house; and at any time when she felt disposed to come, he would send a sleigh to bring her.

Nothing remarkable about this speech. But the tone in which it was delivered!–that cannot be put upon paper. The speaker evidently thought the young lady would receive it all as a mark of gracious favor, and as a.s.suring her that though she had been “hand and glove” with a coloured man, he would nevertheless condescend to overlook it. He was dealing with the wrong woman, however; and he received such a reply to his harangue as only a virtuous indignation could have prompted.

The reader must also be informed that a double-sleigh load of able-bodied men followed close behind the one in which Miss King was taken home. What this movement meant, I am not able very satisfactorily to conjecture. I venture the opinion, however, that the good folks supposed their victim would jump out of the sleigh in which she was riding, if a good opportunity should offer, and run back to the Professor; and so this last load, no doubt, was put on as the rear-guard of the posse.

Now for myself. Miss King having left, and the mob having been informed that I was about to leave, they were somewhat quieted, but were far from being appeased. That portion of the Committee that remained with me, thought there was danger yet; and so, indeed, there was, judging hideous noises, bitter curses and ruffianly demonstrations, to be any proper criterion. They still cried, “bring him out” and “kill him.” The Committee thought the safety of the house required that I should be removed at once; so I having gotten together my hat, valise and other effects, they took me under their protection and conducted me to the village hotel.

While I was being conducted out of the door, all manner of speech was hurled at me–a bountiful supply of that sort of dialectics which America can beat all the world at handling. However, the main desire of the mob at this point seemed to have been to get a sight of me; so they arraigned themselves in a double file, while I was conducted through the centre thereof, somewhat after the fashion of a military hero–a committee man at each side, one in front and another behind. Having pa.s.sed completely through the file, the scoundrels then closed in upon me; some of them kicking me, some striking me in the side, once on the head, some pulling at my clothes and bruising my hat, and all of them hooting and hallooing after a manner similar to that which they practised when they first surrounded the house of Mr. Porter.

At length we reached the hotel–a quarter of a mile distant. The Committee were about to conduct me into the front parlour, when one fellow patriotically cried out, “G.o.d d—-n it, don’t carry that n.i.g.g.e.r into the front door.” A true Yankee that! I have a penny laid up for that fellow, if I should ever chance to meet him.

I was conducted into the back parlour of the hotel, as being the most secure. Still the mob were not appeased, and besides, their numbers had increased. They hung around the house. Some of them opened the windows half-way and tried to clamber through them into the parlour where I was; and at last they way-laid the outer doors.

The sort of curses they indulged in meanwhile, I need not describe again. They were essentially the same as they had hitherto vented, save that one or two of them growing a little humorous, cried out occasionally “a speech from Professor Allen”–putting a peculiar emphasis on the professor.

The Committee busied themselves in furnishing two sleighs in which I was to be conveyed away, and also in appeasing the more ruffianly part of the mult.i.tude with cigars and such other articles as they choose to call for at the bar of the hotel. One of the sleighs was stationed at the back door of the hotel, and the other about two miles from Fulton. The plan was that I should get into the former and be driven to the latter, in which I was to be taken post haste to Syracuse–a distance of about twenty-five miles. The mob, however, suspected some of the details of the plan, and consequently every time I appeared at the back door, they made a rush at me seeking to wreak their vengeance. I escaped their violence, however, by stepping adroitly out of the way. And, as the tavern keeper had a.s.sured them that if they attempted violence upon me while I was under his roof, they would do it at their peril, many of them left, and I, at last, succeeded in reaching the sleigh at the back door and was driven off in safety. The mob unable to overtake me, still shouted a last imprecation.

For this said Sleigh ride, I paid Six dollars, about 1. 4s.; so I was robbed, if not murdered.

I will now describe the leader of the mob–Henry C. Hibbard. I will do it in short. This man is a clumsy-fisted, double jointed, burly-headed personage, about six feet in height, with a countenance commingling in expression the utmost ferocity and cunning. Hibbard is not a fool–but a knave. He is essentially a low bred man, and vulgar to the heart’s core.

Some idea of the calibre of the man may be had in the fact that in his published Article in defense of the mob, he makes use of such expressions as “g’hals,” “g’halhood” and the like.

He has great perseverance of character as is evinced in the fact that though I was several days behind the time at which I was expected to arrive in Fulton, he or his deputies never failed to be daily at the Cars so as to watch my arrival, and thus be in season with the onslaught.

This man set himself up, and was indeed so received by the Elder and Mrs. King as their friend, counsellor, and adviser. A confirmation this, of what I have already said about the commingling of the “respectable”

and the base. His mobocratic movements, however, it is but just to say, were unknown to the Elder and his wife until after the onslaught had been made. Mrs. King however did not deprecate the mob until its history had become somewhat unpopular, by reason of many of the “respectable”

men becoming ashamed at last that they had been found in such company as Hibbard’s. And even the Elder himself, though he deprecated the mob, still characterized it as the “just indignation of the public.”

Hibbard, I have already said, published a written defence of the mob.

The article was headed “_The Mary Rescue._”–and a most remarkable doc.u.ment it was–remarkable, however, only for its intense vulgarity, its absurd contradictions, and its ridiculous attempts at piety and poetry.

Me, he describes as the “Professor of Charms” and “Charming Professor,”

once–the “tawney charmer.”

Hibbard’s article is not by me; and, if it were, its defilement is such that I could not be tempted to give it at length. Laughable and lamentable as the article is in the main, I still thank Hibbard for some portions of it, and especially for that one which substantiates the charge which I have brought against the “respectable men of Fulton.”

Thus ends the mob.

CHAPTER V.

DARK DAYS.

Reader, I am now to describe the events of the two weeks which followed the Fulton onslaught; and I can a.s.sure you that language has yet to be invented in which to write in its fullness what, when the children of certain parents shall look back fifty years hence, they will regard as the darkest deeds recorded in the history of their ancestors.

Diabolical as was the mob, yet the shameful and outrageous persecution to which Miss King was subjected during those memorable weeks, at the hands of her relatives and the Fulton Community, sinks it (the mob) into utter significance. How the human beings who so outraged an inoffensive young lady can dare call themselves christians, is to me a mystery which I, at least, shall never be able wholly to explain.

I have already said that Miss King a.s.sured me on parting on Sabbath evening that she would meet me in Syracuse on the morrow. Accordingly I awaited at the depot, on Monday afternoon, the arrival of the Fulton train of cars. But she did not appear, and, for the first time, the thought occurred to me that the Fulton people were determined to leave nothing undone by which to fill out their measure of meanness.

On Tuesday morning next, February 1st, the following article appeared in the “_Syracuse Star_”–one of the organs of the Fillmore Administration.

It needs no comment of mine to instruct the reader as to the character of the paper which could publish such complete diabolism:–

“ANOTHER RESCUE.”

“A gentleman from Fulton informs us that that village was the theatre of quite an exciting time, to say the least, on Sunday evening last. The story is as follows:–Rev. Mr. King, Pastor of a regular Wesleyan Methodist, Abolition, Amalgamation Church at Fulton, has an interesting and quite pretty daughter, whom, for some three or four years past, he has kept at School at that pink of a ‘n.i.g.g.e.r’ Inst.i.tution, called the Mc. Grawville College, located South of us, in Cortland County. While there, it seems that a certain genuine negro connected with the Inst.i.tution, called Professor Allen, (Professor Allen! bah!!) and herself became enamoured of each other, and thereupon entered into the requisite stipulation and agreements to const.i.tute what is known to those interested in such matters, as an ‘engagement’ to be married. A little time since, the damsel went home to her Amalgamation-preaching parents, and made known the arrangements whereby their lovely daughter expected soon to be folded in the hymenean arms of anti-alabaster Sambo.

The parents remonstrated and begged, and got the brothers and sisters to interpose, but all to no effect. The blooming damsel was determined to partake of the ‘bed and board,’ and inhale the rich odours, refreshing perfumes, and reviving fragrance which Mc. Grawville College teaching had pictured to her in life-like eloquence; and more than this, she would not remain in membership with the denomination that preaches but declines to practice, and sent in her resignation in due form of law.

Whereupon, down from Mc. Grawville comes the blushing Allen, all decked in wedding garb, and on Sunday morn he half woke from ponderous sleep, and thought he heard playing on the air such sweet music,–

‘”As are those dulcet sounds in break of day, That creep into the dreaming bridegroom’s ear, And summons him to marriage!”‘

“But evening came, and as the anxious couple could not have the nuptial rites celebrated under the Rev. father’s roof, they withdrew to Phillips’ tavern, on the West side of the river, and made preparations for the ceremonies. In the meantime the affair got whispered about the town, and the incensed populace to some five hundred strong made ready to ‘disturb the meeting.’ Several of the prominent citizens, fearing lest a serious row should follow, repaired to the marriage-home, and while some kept the riot down by speeches and persuasions, others gained admittance to the colors. Allen, on being asked if he was married, replied ‘no,’ but that he would be in a few minutes. He was remonstrated with, and told the consequences that would ensue–that he would be mobbed, and must leave town immediately. He responded that he knew what he was about, was a free man, in a free country, and should do as he pleased. By this time the outsiders could be held still no longer, and the window curtains being drawn, our hero ‘saw and trembled,’ and cried for mercy. The damsel didn’t faint, but at once consented to go home, and was hurried into a sleigh and driven off, while Sambo under disguise and surrounded by Abolitionists, was hustled out of the crowd over to the Fulton house. The mult.i.tude soon followed, eager and raving to grab the ‘n.i.g.g.e.r,’ but after a little, he was got away from the house, by some sly comer, and hurried off to Syracuse in a sleigh, at the top of two-horse speed. Thus the black cloud avoided the whirlwind, and thus ended ‘Another Rescue.'”

This article, abominable as it is, was copied either in whole or in part by nearly every pro-slavery organ throughout America in a few days after the mob–with glorifications at what they supposed to be my defeat; and some of the papers copied the article with regrets that I had not been killed outright. And, indeed, this same “_Syracuse Star_” in a few days after the publication of the above article did what it could to inflame the populace of Syracuse to inflict upon me violence and death.

Nor were the pro-slaveryites the only persons who gloated with delight over the Article published by the “_Star_.” Hundreds, and I think I am within the bounds of truth, when I say that thousands of men and women calling themselves Abolitionists and Christians, were especially rejoiced at my “defeat;” and expressed themselves to that effect, though using more guarded language than those who made no pretensions to a love of truth, justice, and humanity.

The article abounds in falsehood, though to serve its purpose it is certainly adroitly written. We had not intended to be married on the evening of the mob, so that not only is the speech which the Editor puts in my mouth false, but so also is his statement that we repaired to Phillips’ Tavern to have the nuptial rites celebrated. The story of my seeing, and trembling and crying for mercy, is also equally false.

It is also worthy of note that every paper which copied the article, varied the details, in order to suit its specific locality. Some of the versions of the affair were extremely amusing.

One of the papers described the mob as having taken place at Syracuse, and the onslaught as having been made upon us while the ceremony was about being performed, whereat Miss King fled in one direction, and I in another.

One Editor in furnishing his readers with the details thought it necessary to a completion of the picture to describe my personal appearance. He had never seen me–but no matter for that. He had seen the “_Star’s_” report, and what that did not give him, his imagination could supply. So he at it; and the next morning I appeared in print as “a stout, l.u.s.ty, fellow, six feet and three inches tall, and as black as a pot of charcoal.” Reader, you would laugh to see me after such a description–of my height, at least.

The telegraphic wires were also put in demand, and in less than forty-eight hours after the occurrence of the mob, the terrific news had spread throughout the country that a “Colored man had attempted to marry a White woman!” And incredible as it may seem to Britons, this “horrid marriage” was for weeks, not only discoursed of in the papers but was the staple of conversation and debate in the grog shops, in the parlors, at the corners of the streets, and wherever men and women are accustomed to a.s.semble; and during this time also my life was in danger whenever I ventured in the streets. The reader will get some idea of the state of things when I a.s.sure him that about a week after the mob, I had occasion to call at the Globe Hotel, Syracuse; and had not been in the house more than ten minutes before the landlord came to me and requested me to retire, as he feared the destruction of his house–the mult.i.tude having seen me enter, he said, and were now a.s.sembling about the building. I walked quietly out in company with a gentleman in a counter direction to the mob, and so escaped their wrath.

But to return to the narrative. On Tuesday afternoon (two days after the mob) I awaited again at the Syracuse depot, the arrival of the Fulton train of cars; supposing it possible that I might meet Miss King. She did not make her appearance, and there was now not a doubt left on my mind as to the character of what was going on in Fulton. Just as I was on the point of turning away from the depot, a gentleman came up behind me, tapped me on the shoulder, and bade me get out of the way as quickly as possible; for the Fulton mobocrats, he informed me, had sent up word by telegraph to certain persons in Syracuse to mob me, if I should be seen about the car house. This gentleman also added that some of these persons were about the car house, wishing to have me pointed out.

It seems, the Committee that visited us on the evening of the mob, had overheard Miss King a.s.sure me that she would meet me on the following day in Syracuse; and they, or others of our keepers, had not only determined that no such meeting should be held, but that the mobbing should be repeated if I attempted again to see her.

Just as I was about to enter my lodging house on my return from the depot, whom should I espy but my friend Porter turning the corner and approaching me. Of course I was glad to see him; and our conversation, at once, turned upon Fulton and the events of the two preceeding days.

He informed me, much to my surprise, for I had hardly supposed that tyranny would have gone so far, that on the night following the mob, the people of the village had risen up _en ma.s.se_, and in solemn meeting dismissed him from his school. Glorious America! Land of the Free!

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I cannot leave Oneida Inst.i.tute without paying the tribute of my heart’s warmest admiration and love to the President thereof–Reverend Beriah Green. America has few such men–men of that true greatness which comes from a combination of wisdom and virtue. Wherever found in that country, they are the “chosen few,” consecrating their energies to the cause of Humanity and Religion–n.o.bly and earnestly seeking to rid their country of its dire disgrace and shame. President Green still lives. He is a profound scholar, an original thinker, and, better and greater than all these, a sincere and devoted Christian. To the strength and vigor of a man, he adds the gentleness and tenderness of a woman. He has never taken an active part in the world of stir and politics; but in the line of his proper profession has immeasurably advanced the cause of human progress. May such men be multiplied in America, and elsewhere, for surely there is need.

Out now in the great world of America, my ambition was to secure a professorial chair. That any man having the slightest tinge of color, nay, without tinge of color, with only a drop of African blood in his veins, let his accomplishments be what they may, should aspire to such a position, I soon found was the very madness of madness. But something must be done. I repaired at once to the city of Boston, and entered the law office of E. G. L—-, Esq. a distinguished barrister, who had already shown his regard for the colored race by having brought to the bar a colored young man–now practising with much success in Boston.

Black men may practice law–at least in Ma.s.sachusetts. I remained in the office of this gentleman two years, and was just entering my third and last year, when, unsolicited on my part and to my great surprise, I received the appointment of Professor of the Greek Language and Literature in New York Central College–a college of recent date, and situated in the town of M’Grawville, near the centre of the State of New York. This was the first college in America that ever had the moral courage to invite a man of color to occupy a professor’s chair; and, so far as I know, it is also the only one.

The college was founded by a few n.o.ble-minded men, whose object was to combat the vulgar American prejudice, which can see no difference between a man and his skin. They sought to ill.u.s.trate the doctrine of Human Equality, or brotherhood of the races; to elevate the nation’s morals, and give it more exalted views of the aims and objects of Christianity. Such a college, in the midst of corrupt public sentiment, could not fail to meet with the greatest opposition. It was persecuted on all sides, and by all parties, showing how deep-seated and virulent is prejudice against color. The legislature countenanced the college so far as to grant it a charter, and empowered it to confer degrees, but would not, seemingly on no earthly consideration, give it the slightest pecuniary patronage. The debates which took place in the State House at Albany when the bill relating to the college came up for consideration, would, in vulgar flings at “negroes,” cries of “amalgamation,” and such like, have disgraced a very a.s.semblage of pagans. However the college held on its way, and is still doing its work, though its efficiency is of course greatly marred. All the other professors were white; so also were the majority of the students.

I was four years in connexion with this college as professor, and in all probability would have been in M’Grawville still, but for the following circ.u.mstances.

I bethought me now of marriage, having what might be termed good prospects in the world. Visiting the town of Fulton, County of Oswego, State of New York, about forty miles from New York Central College, on an occasion of public interest, I was made the guest of the Rev. L.

K—-, a highly esteemed minister of the gospel, and greatly distinguished for his earnest and zealous advocacy of the principles of abolition. He was a white man. This gentleman had a large family of sons and daughters. A feeling of friendship sprung up between one of his daughters and myself on the occasion of this visit, which feeling eventually ripened into emotions of a higher and more interesting character. The father welcomed me: the mother was long since deceased.

The parties immediately concerned were satisfied–why should others demur? I knew something of prejudice against color, but I supposed that a sense of dignity, not to say decency, would deter the most bitterly opposed from interference with a matter wholly domestic and private, and which, in its relation to the public, was also wholly insignificant. I reckoned without my host however. The inhabitants of Fulton had received the impression that there was an union in contemplation between the lady and myself; and they determined that it should not take place, certainly not in their town, nor elsewhere if they could prevent it. They stirred the town in every direction, evoking all the elements of hostility, and organizing the same into a deadly mob, to act at convenient opportunity.

I was ignorant of the great length to which this feeling had attained; so also were the parties immediately interested in my personal safety. I was therefore greatly surprised when, on the occasion of my last visit to Fulton, and while in company with the lady, both of us visiting at the house of a mutual friend, residing about two miles out of town, a party rushed into our presence in hot haste, bidding me, if I wished to escape with my life, to “fly with all possible speed!” The party who performed this kindly office had scarcely gone, when, on looking out of the window, I beheld a maddened mult.i.tude approaching–about six hundred white men, armed with tar, feathers, poles and an empty barrel spiked with shingle nails! In this barrel I was to be put, and rolled from the top to the bottom of a hill near by. They also brought a sleigh, in which the lady was to be taken back to her father’s house. They intended no harm to her.

Knowing the character of an American mob, and also knowing how little they value the life of a man of color, I expected, as I saw the mult.i.tude surrounding the house, to die–in fact, prepared for death.

Having a.s.sembled about the premises, they began to cry out in the most uproarious manner, “Bring him out!” “Kill the n.i.g.g.e.r!” “Hang him!” “Tear down the house!” Shouts, groans, maledictions of all sorts and degrees followed. No one who has not witnessed an American mob can have the slightest idea of the scene which presented itself at this point. Had six hundred beasts of the forest been loosed together, in one promiscuous a.s.semblage, they could scarcely have sent up howls and yells and mad noises equal to those made by these infuriated men. There is no exaggeration in this statement. For the sake of humanity, I only wish there was. Nor were the members of the mob confined entirely to the rabble; far from it. Many of its members were also members of a Christian church. The mob occurred on a Sabbath evening, about six o’clock, so that these men absolutely deserted their pews on purpose to enjoy the fun of “hunting the n.i.g.g.e.r.”

There came with this mob a self-const.i.tuted committee of gentlemen, lawyers, merchants, and leading men of the town, who, although partaking of the general feeling of prejudice against color, did not wish, for the sake of the reputation of their town, to see bloodshed; besides also many of them, I doubt not, entertained feelings of personal friendship for myself.

This committee divided itself. One half came up to the drawing-room, and advised that the young lady should consent to go home in the sleigh provided, and that I should consent to leave the town. Conceding so much to the mob, they thought my life might be spared. The other half of the committee remained below, to appease the maddened mult.i.tude, and deter them from carrying their threats into execution.

We agreed to the propositions of the committee. The young lady was taken home in the sleigh aforesaid, about one third of the mob following on foot, for what purpose I know not. I was then conducted by the committee through the mob, many members of which giving me, as I pa.s.sed, sundry kicks and cuffs, but doing me no serious bodily harm. I was next taken by the committee to an hotel, where arrangements had been made for my reception. The mob followed, hooting and hallooing, the sight of their victim seeming to revive their hostile feelings. They would have broken into the hotel, had not the proprietor held them back by his threats. He was not a friend of mine, but he had agreed to shelter me, and he was, of course, determined to protect his property.

The committee then secured the use of two sleighs, one of which they placed at the back entrance of the hotel, and the other they caused to be driven about four miles out of the town. Into the first sleigh I was to get when I could find my opportunity, and be driven to the other sleigh, in which I was to be finally conveyed to the town of Syracuse, about twenty-five miles distant. I made several attempts to get into the sleigh at the back entrance of the hotel, but was driven back by the mob every time I made my appearance at the door. Meanwhile the committee furnished the mobocrats with spirits to drink, and cigars to smoke, for all of which I had to pay. Comment upon this extraordinary act of meanness would be entirely out of place. One would have thought that these mobocrats would have been content to have mobbed me free of expense, at least. Not so it seemed however.

But midnight drew on, and of course the mult.i.tude grew weary. Presently, seeing my opportunity, I jumped into the sleigh at the back entrance of the hotel, drove rapidly off to the second sleigh, and reached the town of Syracuse early next morning. Some of the mobocrats attempted chase, but soon gave it up.

Had this tumult ended here, I should probably have been in my chair at the college today; and the whole affair, so far as it related only to myself, would have been regarded by me as merely a bit of an episode in my life–of course a most exciting one. But the worst was to come, at least so far as it concerned the lady personally; and the very worst it would be better to say nothing about.

After we had been disposed of in the manner already described, the next step taken by the inhabitants of the town of Fulton was to place the lady under a most degraded surveillance. True, she was to continue in her father’s house, but so overpowering had the mob-spirit become, that the mobocrats commanded (and were obeyed!) that no communications should be sent to her or from her, unless they had been previously perused and sanctioned by duly deputed parties. Nor would they permit any persons to call upon her, unless they too had been previously approved.

There was a line of railway between the towns of Fulton and Syracuse.

Guards were placed by certain individuals at the various stations on the line, in order to prevent the possible escape of either party, or rather to prevent the possible meeting of the parties, _i.e._, of the lady and myself. Meanwhile the telegraphic wires and newspapers spread the news throughout the length and breadth of the land; the consequence of all which was, I became so notorious that my life was placed in jeopardy wherever I went. On one occasion particularly I barely escaped with it.

On the day after the occurrence of the mob, and for several days after, the town of Fulton presented a scene of unparallelled excitement. Had the good people witnessed the approach of an invading army, but, by some lucky chance, succeeded in driving it back, they could not have been more extravagant in their demonstrations. Their countenances indicated the oddest possible mixture of consternation and joy. Seriously, if one can be serious over such details, never before did the contemplated marriage of two mortals create such a hubbub.

The inhabitants of Fulton immediately a.s.sembled _en ma.s.se_, and voted unanimously, in congress especially convened for the purpose, that Mr.

and Mrs. P—-, school teachers, our friends, at whose house we were being entertained at the time of the mob, “DO GIVE UP THEIR SCHOOL, AND LEAVE THE TOWN FORTHWITH.” For what crime? None, save that of showing us hospitality. Our friends had therefore not only to give up their business at an immense pecuniary sacrifice, but had absolutely to make off with their lives as best they could.

During all this time the lady who had been thus rudely treated was true to her n.o.ble and heroic nature; but so much outward pressure, and of such an extraordinary character, produced its consequences upon her health. It failed, and it became necessary that she should be released from her thraldom. Once more at liberty she visited, incognito, the town of Syracuse, where I was still tarrying. The mobocrats would not have permitted her to have left Fulton in peace, if they had known whither she was going.

We met again: reviewed the past and discussed the future. As I am not detailing sentiment, but merely stating facts, suffice it to say, that we made up our minds that we would not be defeated by a mob.

But to the future. What was to be done? We came to the conclusion that I could no longer expect to hold my position in M’Grawville. The college had already received a terrible shock by reason of the cry of “amalgamation” which had been raised by the mob. And though the trustees were willing, at heart, to face the storm of prejudice, worldly wisdom, they considered, dictated that they should not incur the odium which they could not avoid bringing upon the college, if they persisted in retaining me longer as one of their professors. The trustees thought it would be better to be cautious, and save the college for the good it might do in the future. Such a union as ours was, in fact, but one of the logical results of the very principles on which the college was founded. I do not profess to sit in judgment, and therefore attempt no comment. They were now evidently anxious that I should resign, though, of course, they did not express so much to me in words.

I also came to the further conclusion that I could no longer, under the circ.u.mstances, whatever I might be able to do in future, hold my position in the country. For, however willing I might be to endure all things in my own person, I felt that I ought not to expose to any further danger one who already suffered so much and so heroically for my sake. I knew several of the lady’s friends who were bitterly opposed to our union, solely on account of my color, and who were prepared, if the occasion should require it, to go to desperate lengths. They would not have hesitated to have sworn her into the lunatic asylum. I therefore decided not only to resign my professorship in the college, but also to leave the country.

Our plans being now quietly arranged, the lady returned to Fulton, and it was then supposed that all communication between us was for ever broken off. The mob had ordered that it should be so, and doubtless thought it was so. The most mistaken idea they ever entertained. The lady remained for a short time in Fulton, and then retired into the interior of the state of Pennsylvania. I continued to remain in the town of Syracuse.

Soon a favorable opportunity presented itself, and we met in the city of New York, on the 30th March, 1853, and then and there a.s.serted our rights in due and legal form: after which we immediately took the train for Boston.

Owing to the great publicity which the newspapers had given to our affairs and the consequent excitement thereon, we found it necessary to use the utmost caution, such as walking apart in the streets, and travelling in the trains as strangers to each other. It would have been fool-hardy to have provoked another mob.

We remained in Boston ten days, quietly visiting among our friends, and then set sail for England. Wishing to get out of the country without farther ado, we were compelled to submit to many sacrifices, pecuniary and otherwise, of which it is not necessary to speak. In England and Ireland, including a short trip to Scotland, we have been ever since, and have constantly received that generous and friendly consideration which, from the reputation of Great Britain and Ireland, we had been led to expect; and for which we are grateful.

To go back for a single moment to New York Central College. On receiving the appointment to the professorial chair, the pro-slavery newspaper press of the country opened a regular a.s.sault. The “_Washington Union_”

thus wrote:

“What a pity that college could not have found white men in all America to fill its professors’ chairs. What a burning shame that the trustees should have been mean enough to rob Mr. L—- of his law student, and the Boston bar of its ebony ornament.” I was never at the Boston bar, and therefore could not have been its ebony ornament. The imagination of the editors supplied them with the fact, and that answered their purpose as well.

A reverend doctor of divinity writing in a Cincinnati newspaper, wondered “how a man of sense could enter that amalgamation college. If this professor would go to Liberia and display his eloquence at the bar there; or, if he has any of the grace of G.o.d in his heart, enter the pulpit, he would then be doing a becoming work.”

From Augusta, Georgia (Slave State), I received the following doc.u.ment, signed by several parties, and containing the picture of a man hanging by the neck, under which was written, “Here hangs the Professor of Greek!”

“Augusta, Geo. Nov. 1850.

“Sir,–We perceive you have been appointed Professor of Greek in New York Central College. Very well. We also perceive that you have occasionally lectured in the North on the ‘Probable Destiny of the African Race.’ Now, Sir, if you will only have the kindness to come to Augusta, and visit our hemp yard, you may be sure that your destiny will not be _probable_, but certain.

“Signed,

Of course I did not go to Augusta, Georgia.

These a.s.saults and attempts at ridicule served to bring me into general notice. I soon found that, by reason of them, and without merit or effort of my own, I had become known throughout the whole country as “the Colored Professor.” I had a status. The lady being the daughter of a highly respectable minister, she also had a status. To permit therefore the union of these parties would be to bring the principle of amalgamation into respectability. So reasoned those who attempted to reason on behalf, or rather in excuse, of the mob. “We are sorry,” they went on condescendingly to say, “for Professor Allen, for though a man of color, he is nevertheless a gentleman, a Christian and a scholar. But this union must not be; the ‘proprieties of society,’ must not be violated!” Here then was the secret of this extraordinary outbreak. Had we moved in what these good people would have been pleased to term a lower strata of society, they would have let us alone with infinite contempt.

The most lamentable feature of this Fulton mob was the fact, that we could not, if we had sought it, have secured any redress. No court of law in the State would have undertaken to bring to justice the perpetrators of this outrage. But on the contrary, such court would have been inclined to take sides with the mobocrats, and to justify them in the means which they employed wherewith to chastise a colored man who had presumed so grossly to violate the “proprieties of society.”

Before closing I cannot forebear a further word with regard to New York Central College. During the four years I was in connexion with that college as professor, I never experienced the slightest disrespect from trustees, professors or students. All treated me kindly, so kindly indeed that I can truly say that the period of my professorship forms one of the pleasantest remembrances of my life. Terrible as prejudice against color is, my experience has taught me that it is not invincible; though, as it is the offspring of slavery, it will never be fully vanquished until slavery has been abolished.

In ill.u.s.tration of the direct influences of slavery as they affect the free man of color, I again go back for a single moment. Having spent three years at Oneida Inst.i.tute, I proposed to myself a visit to Virginia, to look once more into the faces of beloved parents, relatives and friends, to walk again upon the strand at Fortress Monroe, where I had so often in childhood beheld the sunbeams play upon the coves and inlets, and seen the surf beat upon the rocks. I, at first, had some difficulty in getting a pa.s.sage to Virginia, most of the masters of the New York vessels to whom I applied seeming to be of a friendly nature, and not willing to expose me to the slave laws of Virginia. I, however, succeeded at last–the captain of a Philadelphia vessel consenting to land me at the fortress of Monroe. I remained in the home of my childhood and youth seven days in peace; but on the morning of the eighth day, while walking on the strand, I was rudely a.s.saulted by a person who had known me from my infancy. I had always supposed him to be a gentleman, and was therefore greatly surprised and shocked. But slavery is relentless; it ruins both the morals and the manners. This individual, after belaboring me in a savage manner, gave me distinctly to understand that unless I left Virginia speedily, I might find myself in trouble. He afterwards remarked, as I understood, to his friends that “this Allen has been off to an abolition college and returned among us.

Let us look out for him.”

I took the hint; and on the next morning secured the services of a party who rowed me off in a small canoe to a vessel lying in the harbor, where I bargained with the captain, who, for a handsome sum, consented to take me quietly out of the state. I left Virginia at once, and have never returned to it since, though I would gladly have done so, as relatives and friends near and dear to me have since died, by the side of whose death beds I desired to stand. In conclusion I have only to say that were I in the United States of America to-morrow, it would be more than my life or liberty would be worth to put foot upon the soil of my native state. Is this freedom? If it be, then give me slavery indeed.

A word or two with regard to my course in this country. Hitherto my income has been derived solely from lectures, tuitions, and such other odds and ends of work in my line as my hands could find to do. I desire a more permanent settlement for myself and family, and hope that the sale of this little narrative may help to create means to that end.

I send it forth therefore, desiring that it may stand upon its own merits, at the same time earnestly hoping that it may interest all into whose hands it may fall.

From LORD SHAFTESBURY.

“Lord Shaftesbury sympathizes most heartily with Professor Allen and sincerely wishes him success in his undertaking. It will give Lord Shaftesbury great pleasure to a.s.sist, in any way that he can, a gentleman of the colored race, who is a hundred times wiser and better than his white oppressors.

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The American Prejudice Against Color.

by William G. Allen.

PREFACE.

Extract of a letter from Hon. Gerrit Smith, of New York, Member of Congress, to Joseph Sturge, Esq., of Birmingham, England. (By permission of Mr. Sturge.)

_”Peterboro’, New York, March 23rd_, 1853.

“I take great pleasure in introducing to you my much esteemed friend, Professor Wm. G. Allen. I know him well, and know him to be a man of great mental and moral worth. I trust, in his visit to England, he will be both useful and happy.

“Very truly, your friend and brother, “GERRIT SMITH.”

“Commending Professor Allen to the friends of the colored American citizens who are denied their rights in their own country, and wishing him every success in the object before him,

“I am, respectfully, “_Birmingham, 6mo., 28d._, 1853. “JOSEPH STURGE.”

“_Clapham, August 25th_, 1853.

“My dear Sir:–

“Your determination to spend some time in Great Britain, and to employ yourself, as opportunities occur, in giving lectures and delivering addresses upon American topics, including the social position of the free colored population–for which your education and personal experience eminently fit you–has given me sincere pleasure. I trust you will meet with ample encouragement from the friends of Abolition throughout the United Kingdom, to whose sympathy and kindness I would earnestly recommend you, and still more your heroic and most estimable lady.

“Believe me, most truly yours, “Professor W. G. Allen “GEORGE THOMPSON.”

CHAPTER I.

INTRODUCTION

Many persons having suggested that it would greatly subserve the Anti-slavery Cause in this country, to present to the public a concise narrative of my recent narrow escape from death, at the hands of an armed mob in America, a mob armed with tar, feathers, poles, and an empty barrel spiked with shingle nails, together with the reasons which induced that mob, I propose to give it. I cannot promise however, to write such a book as ought to be written to ill.u.s.trate fully the bitterness, malignity, and cruelty, of American prejudice against color, and to show its terrible power in grinding into the dust of social and political bondage, the hundreds of thousands of so-called free men and women of color of the North. This bondage is, in many of its aspects, far more dreadful than that of the _bona fide_ Southern Slavery, since its victims–many of them having emerged out of, and some of them never having been into, the darkness of personal slavery–have acquired a development of mind, heart, and character, not at all inferior to the foremost of their oppressors.

The book that ought to be written, _I_ ought not to attempt; but if no one precedes me, I shall consider myself bound by necessity, and making the attempt, lay on, with all the strength I can possibly summon, to American Caste and skin-deep Democracy.

The mob occurred on Sabbath (!) evening, January the 30th, 1853, in the village of Phillipsville, near Fulton, Oswego County, New York. The cause,–the intention, on my part, of marrying a white young lady of Fulton,–at least so the public surmised.

CHAPTER II.

PERSONALITIES.

I am a quadroon, that is, I am of one-fourth African blood, and three-fourths Anglo-Saxon. I graduated at Oneida Inst.i.tute, in Whitesboro’, New York, in 1844; subsequently studied Law with Ellis Gray Loring, Esq., of Boston, Ma.s.sachusetts; and was thence called to the Professorship of the Greek and German languages, and of Rhetoric and Belles-Lettres of New York Central College, situated in Mc. Grawville, Cortland County,–the only College in America that has ever called a colored man to a Professorship, and one of the very few that receive colored and white students on terms of perfect equality, if, indeed, they receive colored students at all.

In April, 1851, I was invited to Fulton, to deliver a course of Lectures. I gladly accepted the invitation, and none the less that Fulton had always maintained a high reputation for its love of impartial freedom, and that its citizens were highly respected for their professed devotion to the teachings of Christianity.

I am glad to say, that on this occasion I was well received, and at the close of my first lecture was invited to spend the evening at the house of the Rev. Lyndon King. This gentleman having long been known as a devoted abolitionist,–a fervid preacher of the doctrine, that character is above color,–and as one of the ablest advocates of the social, political, and religious rights of the colored man, I, of course, had a pleasant visit with the family; and, remaining with them several days, conceived a deep interest in one of the Elder’s daughters,–Miss Mary E.

King, who was then preparing to enter the College in Mc. Grawville. I accompanied Miss King to Mc. Grawville, where she remained in college, a year and a half.

Boarding in tenements quite opposite each other, we frequently met in other than college halls, and as freely conversed,–Miss K. being of full age, and legally, as well as intellectually and morally, competent to discuss the subjects in which, it is generally supposed, young men and women feel an absorbing interest.

It is of no consequence what we said; and if it were, the reader, judging in the light of the results, will perhaps as correctly imagine that, as I can possibly describe it. I pa.s.s on at once, therefore, simply stating that at the close of the year and a half, my interest in the young lady had become fully reciprocated, and we occupied a relation to each other much more significant than that of teacher and pupil.

Miss King returned to her father’s house in October, 1852. I visited the family in December following. Then and there we discussed the subject of marriage more fully between ourselves; and deeming it a duty obligatory upon us, by an intelligent regard for our future happiness, to survey, before consummating an engagement even, the whole field of difficulties, embarra.s.sments, trials, insults and persecutions, which we should have to enter on account of our diversity of complexion, and to satisfy ourselves fully as to our ability to endure what we might expect to encounter; we concluded to separate unengaged, and, in due season, each to write to the other what might be the results of more mature deliberation. This may seem unromantic to the reader; nevertheless, it was prudent on our part.

After remaining in Fulton a week, I left for Boston. Several letters then pa.s.sed between us, and in January last, our engagement was fixed. I will not speak of myself, but on the part of Miss King, this was certainly a bold step. It displayed a moral heroism which no one can comprehend who has not been in America, and who does not understand the diabolical workings of prejudice against color. Whatever a man may be in his own person,–though he should have the eloquence, talents, and character of Paul and Apollos, and the Angel Gabriel combined,–though he should be as wealthy as Croesus,–and though, in personal appearance, he should be as fair as the fairest Anglo-Saxon, yet, if he have but one drop of the blood of the African flowing in his veins, no white young lady can ally herself to him in matrimony, without bringing upon her the anathemas of the community, with scarcely an exception, and rendering herself an almost total outcast, not only from the society in which she formerly moved, but from society in general.

Such is American Caste,–the most cruel under the sun. And such it is, notwithstanding the claims set up by the American people, that they are Heaven’s Vicegerents, to teach to men, and to nations as well, the legitimate ideas of Christian Democracy.

To digress a moment. This Caste-spirit of America sometimes ill.u.s.trates itself in rather ridiculous ways.

A beautiful young lady–a friend of mine–attended, about two years since, one of the most aristocratic Schools of one of the most aristocratic Villages of New York. She was warmly welcomed in the highest circles, and so amiable in temper was she, as well as agreeable in mind and person, that she soon became not only a favorite, but _the_ favorite of the circle in which she moved. The _young gentlemen_ of the village were especially interested in her, and what matrimonial offer might eventually have been made her, it is not for me to say. At the close of the second term, however, she left the school and the village; and then, for the first time, the fact became known (previously known only to her own room-mate) that she was slightly of African blood.

Reader,–the consternation and horror which succeeded this “new development,” are, without exaggeration, perfectly indescribable. The people drew long breaths, as though they had escaped from the fangs of a boa constrictor; the old ladies charged their daughters, that should Miss —- be seen in that village again, by no means to permit themselves to be seen in the street with her; and many other charges were delivered by said mothers, equally absurd, and equally foolish. And yet this same young lady, according to their own previous showing, was not only one of the most beautiful in person and manners who had ever graced their circle, but was also of fine education; and in complexion as white as the whitest in the village. Truly, this, our human nature, is extremely strange and vastly inconsistent!

Confessedly, as a cla.s.s, the quadroon women of New Orleans are the most beautiful in America. Their personal attractions are not only irresistible, but they have, in general, the best blood of America in their veins. They are mostly white in complexion, and are, many of them, highly educated and accomplished; and yet, by the law of Louisiana, no man may marry a quadroon woman, unless he can prove that he, too, has African blood in his veins. A law involving a greater outrage on propriety, a more blasphemous trifling with the heart’s affections, and evincing a more contemptible tyranny, those who will look at the matter from the beginning to the end, will agree with me, could not possibly have been enacted.

Colonel Fuller, of the “_New York Mirror_,” writing from New Orleans, gives some melancholy descriptions–and some amusing ones too–of the operations of this most barbarous law.

One I especially remember. A planter, it seems, had fallen deeply in love with a charming quadroon girl. He desired to marry her; but the law forbade. What was he to do? To tarnish her honour was out of the question; he had too much himself to seek to tarnish hers. Here was a dilemma. But he was not to be foiled. What true heart will be, if there be any virtue in expedients?

“—-In love, His thoughts came down like a rushing stream.”

At last he got it. A capital thought, which could have crept out of no one’s brain, save that of a most desperate lover. He hit upon the expedient of extracting a little African blood from the veins of one of his slaves, and injecting it into his own. The deed done, the letter of the law was answered. He made proposals, was accepted, and they were married,–he being willing to risk his caste in obedience to a love higher and holier than any conventionalism which men have ever contrived to establish.

O, Cupid, thou art a singular G.o.d! and a most amazing philosopher! Thou goest shooting about with thy electrically charged arrows, bringing to one common level human hearts, however diverse in clime, caste, or color.

Let not the reader suppose, however, that the white people of America are in the habit of exercising such honor towards the people of color, as is here ascribed to this planter. Far from it. The laws of the Southern States, on the one hand, (I allude not now to any particular law of Louisiana, but to the laws of the Slave States in general), have deliberately, and in cold blood, withheld their protection from every woman within their borders, in whose veins may flow but half a drop of African blood; while the prejudice against color of the Northern States, on the other hand, is so cruel and contemptuous of the rights and feelings of colored people, that no white man would lose his caste in debauching the best educated, most accomplished, virtuous and wealthy colored woman in the community, but would be mobbed from Maine to Delaware, should he with that same woman attempt honorable marriage.

Henry Ward Beecher, (brother of Mrs. Stowe) in reference to prejudice against color, has truly said of the Northern people–and the truth in this case in startling and melancholy–that, “with them it is less sinful to break the whole decalogue towards the colored people, than to keep a single commandment in their favour.”

But to return to the narrative. Miss King, previously to the consummation of our engagement, consulted her father, who at once gave his consent. Her sister not only consented, but, thanks to her kind heart, warmly approved the match. Her brothers, of whom there were many, were bitterly opposed. Mrs. King–a step-mother only–was not only also bitterly opposed, but inveterately so. Bright fancies and love-bewildering conceptions were what, in her estimation, we ought not to be allowed to indulge.

In pa.s.sing, it is proper to say, that this lady, though not lacking a certain benevolence,–especially that sort which can pity the fugitive, give him food and raiment, or permit him at her table even,–is, nevertheless, extremely aristocratic of heart and patronizing of temper.

This statement is made upon quite a familiar acquaintance with Mrs.

King, and out of no asperity of feeling. I cherish none, but only pity for those who nurture a prejudice, which, while it convicts them of the most ridiculous vanity, at the same time shrivels their own hearts and narrows their own souls.

Mrs. King was at first mild in her opposition, but finally resorted to such violence of speech and act, as to indicate a state of feeling really deplorable, and a spirit diametrically opposed to all the teachings of the Christian religion–a religion which she loudly professed, and which a.s.sures us that “G.o.d is no respecter of persons.”

I judge not mortal man or woman, but leave Mrs. King, and all those who thought it no harm because of my complexion, to abuse the most sacred feelings of my heart, to their conscience and their G.o.d.

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“The remembrance of _friendship unbroken here_,–oh, Mary, let it not vanish as the blue hills of your father-land will dim away in the distance, while you glide eastward upon the ‘free waters.’ But let that bright remembrance be embodied in _spirit_-form, for ever attending you, and pointing back to those still here who hold you high in affection and in honor.

“Mary, I must close. Be firm–strong–brave–unflinching–_just like_ Mary King.

“Yours in the bonds of love, “JOHN C. PORTER.”

“Fulton, March 27th, 1853.

“My dear Sister Mary:–

“Almost hourly since you left has your image been before me. And as I seat myself to write, thoughts and emotions innumerable come crowding for utterance. Gladly would I express them to you, dear Sister, but the pen is far too feeble an instrument. Oh, that I could be with you in body as in spirit. You need encouragement and strength in this hour; and I know that you will receive them,–for you are surrounded by a few of the truest and dearest of friends. And you know and have felt, that a higher and stronger power than earth can uphold us in every endeavour for the right.

“Mary, do you remember the time when you told me that I must love you better than I had ever done before; for friends would forsake you, and there would be none left to love you but P., and myself, and your father, and Julia, and J. B., and D. S., and S. T.? Our arms were twined around each other in close embrace. Your heart was full to overflowing, and words gave place to tears. I shall not forget the intense anxiety I felt for you at that moment as I tried to penetrate the future, knowing, as I did, somewhat of the cruelty of prejudice. It seems we both had a foreboding of something that would follow. I do not know that I wept, but heaven witnessed and recorded the silent, sacred promise of my heart to draw nearer and cherish you with truer fidelity as others turned away. And so shall I always feel.

“Oh, Mary, how little can we imagine the sufferings of the oppressed, while we float along on the popular current. I thank G.o.d from the depths of my soul, that we have launched our barks upon the ocean. Frail they are, yet, having right for our beacon, and humanity for our compa.s.s, I know we shall not be wrecked or go down among the raging elements.

“Now, dear Sister, farewell, and as you depart from this boasted ‘land of liberty and equal rights,’ and go among strangers, that you may, indeed, enjoy liberty, be not despondent, but cheerful, ever remembering the message of your angel mother.

Again, dear sister, farewell,–you know how much we love you, and that our deepest sympathies are with you wherever you may be.

“Affectionately yours, “SARAH D. PORTER.”

I subjoin an extract of a letter which I received from Miss K. a few days before our marriage:–

“Dolington, Pennsylvania “March 21st, 1853.

“Professor Allen,– “Dearest and best-loved Friend:–

“I have just received your letter of March 13th, and hasten to reply.

“You ask me if I can go with you in four weeks or thereabouts. In reply, I say yes; gladly and joyfully will I hasten with you to a land where unmolested, we can be happy in the consciousness of the love which we cherish for each other. While so far from you, I am sad, lonely, and unhappy; for I feel that I have no home but in the heart of him whom I love, and no country until I reach one where the cruel and crushing hand of Republican America can no longer tear me from you.

“Professor,–I sometimes tremble when I think of the strong effort that would be put forth to keep me from you, should my brothers know our arrangements. But my determination is taken and my decision fixed; and should the public or my friends ever see fit to lay their commands upon me again, they will find that although they have but a weak, defenceless woman to contend with, still, that woman is one who will never pa.s.sively yield her rights. _They may mob me; yea, they may kill me; but they shall never crush me._

“Heaven’s blessings upon all who sympathised with us. I am not discouraged. G.o.d will guide us and protect us.

“Ever yours, “MARY.”

‘”Thou Friend, whose presence on my wintry heart Fell like bright Spring upon some herbless plain; How beautiful and calm and free thou wert In thy young wisdom, when the mortal chain Of Custom thou did’st burst and rend in twain, And walked as free as night the clouds among.”‘

Some idea of the spirit of persecution by which we were pursued may be gathered from the fact, that when the mobocrats of Fulton ascertained that Miss King and myself were having an interview in Syracuse, they threatened to come down and mob us, and were only deterred from so doing by the promise of Elder King, that he would go after his daughter if she did not return in the next train.

CHAPTER VII.

CONCLUSION.

Reader,–I have but a word or two more to say.

Insignificant as this marriage may seem to you, I can a.s.sure you that nothing else has ever occurred in the history of American prejudice against color, which so startled the nation from North to South and East to West. On the announcement of the probability of the case merely, men and women were panic-stricken, deserted their principles and fled in every direction.

Indignation meetings were held in and about Fulton immediately after the mob. The following Resolution was pa.s.sed unanimously in one of them:–

“Resolved,–That Amalgamation is no part of the Free Democracy of Granby.” (Town near F.)

The Editor of the Fulton newspaper, however, spoke of us with respect.

Let him be honored. He condemned the mob, opposed amalgamation, but described the parties thus,–“Miss King, a young lady of talent, education, and unblemished character,” and myself, “a gentleman, a scholar, and a Christian, and a citizen against whose character nothing whatever had been urged.”

I have said that some of the Papers regretted that I had not been killed outright. I give an extract from the “_Phoenix Democrat_,” published in the State of New York:–

“This Professor Allen may get down on his marrow bones, and thank G.o.d that we are not related to Mary King by the ties of consanguinity.”

To show that I have not exaggerated the spirit of persecution which beset us, I will state that in a few days after Mr. Porter was dismissed from his School, he called upon the pastor of the church of which he is a communicant; and though without means–the chivalrous people who turned him out of his School not having yet paid him up–and knowing not whither to go, the pastor a.s.sured him that he could not take him in, or render him any a.s.sistance, so severely did he feel that he would be censured by the public.

That Mr. Porter is still pursued by this fiendish spirit, the reader will see by the following paragraph of a letter received from him a few days since:–

“I have advertised for a School in S—-. They would not tolerate me in O—-, after they found out that I was the Phillipsville School-master.

I was employed in O—- three months.”

Such, reader, is the character of prejudice against color,–bitter, cruel, relentless.

THE END.

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Mr. Porter had committed no crime–nothing was charged against him, save that he had entertained us, and was known to be favorable to our union, or rather unfavorable to any interference in a matter which was of sacred right our own.

Mr. P. gave me no information with regard to Miss King, except that she was at home, and that in consequence of the extraordinary excitement she would probably be unable to get out of Fulton for several days to come.

He returned to Fulton the next morning, and three or four days after, I received from him the following letter. It is significant:–

“Gilberts’ Mills, February 4th, 1853.

“Professor Allen,– “Dear Friend:–

“I write you under very extraordinary circ.u.mstances. I have been obliged to leave the vicinity of Fulton, for a while at least. I am now stopping at A. Gilbert’s. How long I shall stay here, I cannot tell.

“Mary (Miss King) I have not seen or heard from, for two days. All communications between her and Julia, (her sister–who was favorable to our union) and our family has been broken off–strictly prohibited; and Hibbard’s house, on the hill, is the watch tower to guard Elder King’s house against such dangerous invaders as ourselves.

“When I came from Syracuse that morning, Hibbard was at the depot on the watch. In the afternoon I went up to the Elder’s, and was met on the door-step and told not to deliver any messages or letters to Mary. Of course, I had none with me to deliver, and so I told Elder King. But I saw Mary in the presence of the family and Hibbard, and Mrs. Case and Mrs. Sherman, and such like–for Elder King’s folks have a great many such sympathisers now.

“I wanted to say some things to her not in the presence of these strangers–so to speak–in the family; _but she told me that she was permitted to say no word to any one but in the presence of such companions as were appointed for her. I went away sad, for Mrs. King is trying to torment her soul out of her, by constant upbraidings and railings_.

“Yesterday morning Sarah (Mrs. Porter) started to go up to see her, not having seen her since the affair of the mob; but a cutter from Phillipsville whipped by her, and when she had got near the house, the cutter came back bringing Elder King, who told her that they thought it advisable to request her not to go to his house–that, in a word, _they were determined to prevent all communication between our family and Mary_. Sarah came back. In the meantime, a man came to see me–Mr.

Case–to tell me that I must not go to Elder King’s–_that I could not go there without getting hurt_. In fact, I had been that morning to Fulton early, to see the Editor of ‘_The Patriot_;’ while I was going through the street, a lot of rowdies gathered together and yelled after me. The explanation is easy. When I came from Syracuse, the story went that I was plotting to get Mary off. And I can hardly forgive Elder King for putting the sanction upon this falsity, by excluding us from his house. That act of Elder King gave the mult.i.tude full swing. They have now full liberty to mob me; _and last night I came very near getting into their hands. About sunset they came over headed by Hibbard_, and while stopping at the tavern on the way–this side of the bridge–a man whipped up to Watson’s on horseback, and gave me the wink. George Gilbert was at our room, (a lucky chance) and so I got under the buffalo, and Sarah sat on the seat, and so we rode down straight by them, and thus foiled them again. To-day I went back–packed up, and put my trunks in a neighbor’s house, and then came down here with Sarah and Libbie. Thus it is. _Mary–G.o.d help her–is in prison,–that is, she is guarded._ Elder King has consented to just such arrangements as Mrs.

King and Hibbard and some of the heartless, officious aristocrats of the village saw fit to propose. It cannot be helped. Mary will doubtless be used well, corporally–but oh, the torment of being confined with such despicable companions. I trust she will be brave; though I did hear yesterday morning that she was somewhat indisposed and was abed. Her eyes are inflamed.

“I left the vicinity not altogether out of personal fear, but because I knew that my presence kept up the excitement. Allen, _it is impossible for you to conceive what a convulsion this village of Fulton has been thrown into_. A regular siege and cannonading could hardly have raised a greater muss.

“Write to me soon. Enclose to G. Gilbert on the _outside_ wrapper. I dared not send from Phillipsville yesterday.

“Keep cool; and do not blame Elder King more than you can help, for I expect he is forced into some things. How much he is to be forgiven on account of the dilemma into which he has got himself, let time decide. I do not wish to make his case worse.

“Yours in friendship, “JOHN C. PORTER.”

[The italics and parentheses of the above letter are mine. I shall add no comment.]

On Sat.u.r.day afternoon, Feb. 5th,–still in Syracuse,–I received a visit from Wm. S. King, Esq. This gentleman is also a brother of Miss King.

His visit seemed to have about it at the outset somewhat of a stealthy character, and I confess I did not receive him with any great degree of cordiality. He came on an errand, he said. His sister desired to have an interview with me, and to that end she would meet me at the house of a friend about four miles from the village of Fulton. The journey to this friend’s–hers of four miles and mine of twenty or more–he a.s.sured me must be conducted with the greatest possible secrecy; for should the Fulton people hear of it, the most disastrous results would follow. His sister was very ill, he said–was suffering intense anguish of mind–had been confined to her chamber with bodily ailings–had an eye also in a dreadful condition, the sight of which was in danger of being lost–still, her anxiety to see me was so great that she had entreated to be taken even in this condition to the place aforesaid mentioned.

I understood this brother at once. I was not to be trapped. I had read human nature (so I think the result will justify me in saying) to a much better purpose than he. I declined holding the interview at the time, on account, as I urged, of his sister’s feeble health and excited state of mind–but would have no objection, I added, to such an interview some two or three weeks to come. He then urged me to write, a.s.suring me that he would take the letter willingly. This also, I refused to do. So at last he left me with the understanding that upon the recovery of his sister’s health, we should have an “interview.”

Mr. King returned immediately to Fulton, and on the Monday following, I received by post a letter from Miss King. It was not in her own hand-writing–she was too ill to write, but it was dictated to her sister. Just as I expected, Miss King had found it necessary considering the influences against her, and that her relatives and the community would have left no means untried, however illegal or disgraceful to thwart her in her designs,–nay, would have sworn her into a lunatic asylum rather than to have permitted her to marry me–to consent that our engagement should be broken. This letter was to announce the fact, while at the same time, it gave as the reason–deference to the feelings of father and brothers.

Of course, I did not reply to the letter. As the “_Star_” says–I knew what I was about.

On Tuesday morning, February 8th, I published in the “_Syracuse Standard_” the following card:–

“TO THE PUBLIC.–FROM PROFESSOR ALLEN.”

“So much has been said and written on the subject of the late affair at Fulton, that the Public by this time must have had nearly _quantum sufficit_; yet I deem it not improper on my own behalf to add a remark or two. I shall not undertake to describe in detail, the murderous outrage intended to be inflicted on a quiet and unoffending man–that is not of much consequence now.

“I wish now simply to show the public, that those who made the onslaught upon me on Sabbath evening, a week ago, acted no less like a pack of fools than a pack of devils; and this can be shown almost in a single word, by stating that the whole story of my intention of being married on the evening in question, or that I went to Fulton intending to consummate an affair of the kind at any period of my recent visit there, is a fabrication from the beginning to the end. The wretch who ‘fixed up’ just such a story as he thought would inflame the rabble to take my life, will yet, I trust, meet with deserved scorn and contempt from a community who, whatever may be their prejudice against my color, have, nevertheless, a high sense of what belongs to their own honor and dignity, and to the character and reputation of their village.

“I make this statement with regard to this matter of marriage, not because I regard myself as amenable to the public to state to them _whom_ or _when_ I shall marry, but that since so much has been said upon the subject, I am quite willing they should know the truth as it is. They are tyrants, and very little-hearted, and exceedingly muddy-headed ones at that, who will presume to take a matter of this kind out of the hands of the parties to whom it specifically belongs, and who are acting law-abidingly and honorably in the premises.

“Here then is the story. Read it. A band of several hundred armed men–armed, as I have been told, with an empty barrel spiked with shingle nails, tar, feathers and a pole, came down upon a certain house in Phillipsville, opposite Fulton, on Sabbath evening, a week ago, to kill or drive out a single individual, conducting himself in a quiet, peaceable manner, and that individual, too, in physical stature, one of the smallest of men,–and in physical strength, proportionably inferior!

If this is not cowardice as well as villainy–and both of them double-refined–then, I ask, what is cowardice, or what is villainy? The malignity of the whole matter also is set in a clearer light, when it is remembered that this same individual has never injured one of his a.s.sailants, nor has it been charged upon him that in his life-time he has ever inflicted the slightest wrong upon mortal man, but who has striven to maintain an upright character through life, and to fight his way for long years through scorn and contempt, to an honorable position among men. Truly, this is a precious country! However, it is some consolation to know that ‘G.o.d is just, and that his justice cannot sleep for ever.’

“A gentleman of Fulton writes an article on this subject, to the ‘_Oswego Daily Times_,’ of February the 3rd. The spirit of this gentleman’s article dishonors his heart. So filled is he with a prejudice which an eminent Christian of this country has rightly characterized, as a ‘blasphemy against G.o.d,’ and a ‘quarrel with Jehovah,’ that he will not even deign to call me by name, to say nothing of the t.i.tle which has been legitimately accorded me, but designates me as a ‘colored man, &c.’ The object of this writer in thus refusing to accord to me so cheap and common a courtesy is apparent, and as contemptible as apparent. Let him have the glory of it,–I pity him. Had I been a white man, he would not have so violated what he is such a stickler for–‘the laws and usages of society.’

“In another place in his article, he describes me as the ‘negro.’ This is preposterous and ridiculous. Were I a negro, I should regard it as no dishonor, since men are not responsible for their physical peculiarities, and since they are neither better nor worse on account of them. It happens in this case, however, that so far from being a negro, three-fourths of the blood which flows in my veins is as good Anglo-Saxon as that which flows in the veins of this writer in the ‘_Times_,’–better, I will not say, of course.

“Something also is said in this article from Fulton about the ‘course we’ (the young lady and myself) ‘were pursuing.’ Now, as the several hundred armed men strong who came down upon me on Sunday night, and some newspaper Editors, and this gentleman in particular, and the public very nearly in general, have taken the matter of judging what this ‘course we were pursuing’ was, out of our own hands, I propose to leave it still further with them. They can guess at it, and fight it out to their heart’s content.

“Something also is said by this gentleman about ‘wholesome advice being given me’–but I did not hear it, that’s all. Besides, I never take advice from those who can not tell the difference between a man and his skin.

“One gentleman–a true man–came to me, and expressed his deep sympathy for me, and his sorrow that I had been so wrongfully treated and shamefully outraged, and entreated me to regard with pity, and not with anger, the murderous wretches outside. This is the speech that I remember, and remember it to thank the friend for his manifestation of kind and generous emotions.

“This Fulton ‘Committee man’ also says that ‘the colored man asked if he was to be left to be torn to pieces.’ Beyond a doubt, I asked that question. It was certainly, under the circ.u.mstances, the most natural question in the world; for I had really begun to think that the fellows outside had the genuine teeth and tail.

“I close this Article. To the Committee who so kindly lent me their protection on that memorable night, I offer my thanks and lasting grat.i.tude.

“To the poor wretches who sought to take my life, I extend my pity and forgiveness.

“As to myself–having in my veins, though but in a slight degree, the blood of a despised, crushed, and persecuted people, I ask no favors of the people of this country, and get none save from those whose Christianity is not hypocrisy, and who are willing to ‘do unto others as they would that others should do unto them’–and who regard _all_ human beings who are equal in character as equal to one another.

“Respectfully “WILLIAM G. ALLEN”

Simultaneously with the above card, there appeared in the “_Syracuse Journal_,” the following Article. It is from the pen of Wm. S. King–the brother aforesaid mentioned. It is in spirit a most dastardly performance, more so, considering that the gentleman really _did_ know the circ.u.mstances, than anything which had hitherto been sent to the press. As a history of the “affair,” it is almost a falsity throughout–and especially is it so in that part of it which describes Miss King as repulsing me with her abhorrence of the idea of amalgamation. I do not propose, however, to be hard on Mr. King. His untruthful and cowardly spirit has been sufficiently rebuked by the marriage which took place in less than two months after the publication of his article:–

“THE FULTON RESCUE CASE.”

“Since the occurrence of the circ.u.mstances which induced the mob and consequent excitement at Fulton, on the 30th of last month, we have made considerable effort to procure a full and precise statement of the facts in the case. This we have finally succeeded in doing from a gentleman of standing, who is well acquainted with all the circ.u.mstances. They are as follows:–

“For some years past, Miss King has been attending the School at Mc.

Grawville, known as the ‘New York Central College,’ in which Allen, the colored Professor alluded to, is one of the teachers.

“During that time, Allen became deeply interested in the lady, and proposed marriage to her. This she at once rejected, declaring that the thought of such a connection was repulsive to her.

“For some time after this, the Professor said no more upon the subject; but in the course of a year or so, _again_ proposed marriage, and was _again_ rejected.

“Thus matters stood until some time since, when Miss King left the School, and returned to her home in Fulton. Shortly after, Allen went to that place and called on her, and, after a short interview, again, for the third time, proposed marriage. She _again rejected him_, and told him _that such was her firm and fixed decision_. Her manner towards him, however, during all this period, had been kind and friendly, but she had always expressed her abhorrence of the idea of ‘amalgamation.’

“By this time Madam Gossip had set the rumor afloat, that Allen and Miss K. were engaged to be married. Such a report was, of course calculated to produce a great excitement wherever it went.

“Allen, however, was not to be baffled by his former ill success, and was determined, if possible, to make the report good. He, therefore, a few days after his last rejection, wrote to a gentleman residing in Phillipsville, opposite Fulton–who had formerly been a student in Mc.

Grawville–that he intended making him a visit. As all the parties had been friends and acquaintances at School, Miss K. was invited to be present for the purpose of having a friendly visit. She accordingly called upon them on Sat.u.r.day afternoon, and at their earnest solicitations consented to spend the Sabbath with them.

“In the meantime, it was whispered about that the Professor and Miss K.

were there for the purpose of being married. This, the people of Fulton determined at once, should not be done in that town. They, therefore, a.s.sembled several hundred strong, and appointed a Committee to wait upon the party, which they accordingly did, and informed the Professor that he must leave town, and the young lady that she must go home, to which request they both acceded without hesitation.