We are bound to hem you in as by fire, till, like a scorpion so fenced about, you die by your own sting.

We must proclaim liberty to your captives.

Step but one foot with Kate on free soil, and our watchmen of liberty, set to break every yoke and help fugitives on their way from the house of bondage, will be around you in troops, and shout in her ear those electrifying and beatifying words, "You are a free woman!" There her chains will drop; she will cease to be a slave, and become a human being.
[Footnote 2: _Boston Courier_, Nov.

26, 1859.] Must I refer to your letter once more?
I hope to destroy its spell over me.

But I wish at times that I had never seen that letter.