I cannot conceive why a black man may not as reasonably object to my color, as I to his.

Sir, it is not a black face that I detest, but a black heart--and I find it very often under a white skin." M.( derisively)--"Well, sir, how should you like to see a black man President of the United States ?" G.( severely)--"As to that, sir, I am a true Republican, and bow to the will of the majority.

If the people prefer a black President, I should cheerfully submit; and if he be qualified for the station, may peradventure give him my vote." M.( triumphantly)--"How should you like to have a black man marry your daughter ?" G.( making a home thrust and an end of the dialogue)--"I am not married--I have no daughter.

Sir, I am not familiar with _your_ practices; but allow me to say, that slaveholders generally should be the last persons to affect fastidiousness on that point; for they seem to be enamored with _amalgamation_." Garrison's pen was particularly busy during the term of his imprisonment.

He paid his respects to the State's Attorney who prosecuted him, to the judge who condemned him, and to Francis Todd, the owner of the ship _Francis_.