Here, thought I, is something worth living for; here is an excellent chance for usefulness; and I shall soon have a company of young friends, lovers of knowledge, like some of my Baltimore friends, from whom I now felt parted forever.
Our first Sabbath passed delightfully, and I spent the week after very joyously.

I could not go to Baltimore, but I could make a little Baltimore here.

At our second meeting, I learned that there was some objection to the existence of the Sabbath school; and, sure enough, we had scarcely got at work--_good work_, simply teaching a few colored children how to read the gospel of the Son of God--when in rushed a mob, headed by Mr.Wright Fairbanks and Mr.Garrison West--two class-leaders{156} -- and Master Thomas; who, armed with sticks and other missiles, drove us off, and commanded us never to meet for such a purpose again.

One of this pious crew told me, that as for my part, I wanted to be another Nat Turner; and if I did not look out, I should get as many balls into me, as Nat did into him.

Thus ended the infant Sabbath school, in the town of St.Michael's.