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| 64 the UNDERGROUND RAIL ROAD ceived a letter, from which, as an item of interest, we make the following extract: " I am enjoying good health, and hope when this reaches you, you may be enjoying the same blessing. Give my love to Mr. —— ——, and family, and tell them I am in a land of liberty! I am a man among men!" (The above was addressed to the deceased.) The subjoined letter, from Rev. L. D. Mansfield, expressed on behalf of Romulus' companion, his sad feelings on hearing of his friend's death. And here it may not be inappropriate to add, that clearly enough is it to be seen, that Rev. Mansfield was one of the rare order of ministers, who believed it right "to do unto others as one would be done by" in practice, not in theory merely, and who felt that they could no more be excused for "falling down," in obedience to the Fugitive Slave Law under President Fillmore, than could Daniel for worshiping the "golden image" under Nebuchadnezzar. AUBTJEN, NEW YORK, MAY 4TH, 1857. DEAR BE. STILL :—Henry Lemmon wishes me to write to you in reply to your kind letter, conveying the intelligence of the death of your fugitive guest, Geo. Weems. He was deeply affected at the intelligence, for he was most devotedly attached to him and had been for many years. Mr. Lemmon now expects his sister to coine on, and wishes you to aid her in any way in your power—as he knows you will. He wishes you to send the coat and cap of Weems by his sister when she comes. And •when you write out the history of Weems' escape, and it is published, that you would send him a copy of the papers. He has not been very successful in getting work yet. Mr. and Mrs. Harris left for Canada last week. The friends made them a purse of $15 or $20, and we hope they will do well. Mr. Lemmon sends his respects to you and Mrs. Still. Give my kind regards to her and accept also yourself, Yours very truly, . L. D. MANSFIELD. JAMES MERCER, WM. H. GILLIAM, AND JOHN CLAYTOK STOWED AWAY IN A HOT BERTH. This arrival came by Steamer. But they neither came in State-room nor as Cabin, Steerage, or Deck passengers. A certain space, not far from the boiler, where the heat and coal dust were almost intolerable,—the colored steward on the boat in answer to an appeal from these unhappy bondmen, could point to no other place for concealment but this. Nor was he at all certain that they could endure the intense heat of that place. It admitted of no other posture than lying flat down, wholly shut out from the light, and nearly in the same predicament in regard to the air. Here, however, was a chance of throwing off the yoke, even if it cost them their lives. They considered and resolved to try it at all hazards. Henry Box Brown's sufferings were nothing, compared to what these men submitted to during the entire journey. |