"I had not a dollar in my pocket, and my time was expired.

No one understood my circumstances.

I was too proud to beg, and ashamed to borrow.

My friends were prodigal of pity, but of nothing else.

In the extremity of my uneasiness, I went to the Boston post-office, and found a letter from my friend Lundy, inclosing a draft for $100 from a stranger and as a remuneration for my poor inefficient services in behalf of the slaves!" The munificent stranger was Ebenezer Dole, of Hallowell, Maine.