It was as though their own limbs had been of a sudden unshackled, and a high wall had fallen from around them.

Liberty had broken upon them like the bursting forth of the sun to the watchman on his midnight tower.
During the session, the mission-house was thrown open to us, and we frequently dined with the numerous company of missionaries, who there ate at a common table.

Mrs.F., wife of the colored clergyman mentioned above, presided at the social board.

The missionaries and their wives associated with Mr.and Mrs.F.as unreservedly as though they wore the most delicate European tint.

The first time we took supper with them, at one side of a large table, around which were about twenty missionaries with their wives, sat Mrs.F., with the furniture of a tea table before her.