My dear friend

As surely as there is a God so assuredly do I believe that Slavery will soon be abolished—If it were not—how could we believe in the existence of a loving righteous Father in Heaven? And if we have no Father there it does not much matter how we get on through the World But there is—there is a Just God

How sad is the State of poor Ireland just now! Arrests are daily being made. And arms seized all over the country. But all real fear of an insurrection appears to be over for the present. Indeed I do not see how the poor people could rise they would be crushed in a moment. the country swarms with soldiers. This city is proclaimed and there is a man of war in the Shannon. Stephens is enjoying himself in Paris—The confidence of the Fenians in him is much shaken—And I believe with reason. Poor poor Irish people Oh how wretchedly miserable they
look in this town—going

about half clothed barefooted bare headed in this cold weather. I have looked into some of their hovels which look more fitted for dogs than for human beings. It breaks my heart to witness such misery & destitution - and I do not wonder at the existence of Fenianism—They tell me here (the rich) that the cause of it all is their religion—but I think misgovernment has still more to do with it for I never saw the people in such a degraded state in any of of the Roman Catholic countries on the Continent

I have not heard from the Carpenters since I last wrote to you—Miss CarpenterCarpenter, Mary

Mary Carpenter (1807-77) was the daughter of British reformer and Unitarian minister Lant Carpenter, and with her brother Philip Lant Carpenter, was a social justice activist. She began operating a girls' school in Bristol in 1829 with the help of her mother, Anna Penn Carpenter. Finding the care of poor children her life's calling, in 1835 Mary formed the Working and Visiting Society and in 1852 opened her own reformatory for boys. In the 1850s and 1860s she lobbied for industrial schooling in Britain and opened two schools of her own. In her later years she traveled widely and lectured in Britain and India on education and penal reform. She was inspired to visit India as a result of her father’s friendship with Rammohun Roy, a Bengalese teacher and religious educator who established the Brahmo Samaj, a brotherhood made up of Christians, Muslims, and Hindus. Roy visited Mary’s father, Lant Carpenter, at the Lewis Mead Unitarian Church in Bristol, but died shortly afterward from meningitis in 1833. Mary visited India four times, where she established a school for Hindu girls and became active in social reform. Jo Manton, Mary Carpenter and the Children of the Streets (London, 1976), 18-30; Jennifer S. Uglow, ed., The International Dictionary of Womens Biography (New York, 1982), 94; Mary Carpenter, Six Months in India (London, 1868).ACAB, 1:531-32; DNB, 3:1068-70, 1071-72; DAB, 1:561. is still in India. She is well received every where by the natives some of the women have thanked her publicly for her interest in them and have sent her presents—She enjoys the climate and I should not be surprised at all to hear that she remains there altogether. Dear Mrs. RawsonRawson, Mary Anne

seldom writes. Her right hand is becoming she fears, rather paralyzed. She can with difficulty hold a pen. I shall probably see her on my way back to Bournemouth. Dear Wincobank! I love to be there! My happiest moments have been spent under that dear roof—my only really happy hours!

I wonder if you have met M^r Henry Vincent? I do hope he will see you before he leaves America I wish oh I do wish most earnestly that you could come back with him. My dear dear Friend I think you will come some day! I cannot at all realize that it is just seven years ago that you were with us! It seems only seven months. Those days are so fresh in my memory. I am now staying with Sarah Rawson the Young Lady I introduced to you at Bradford. She is married here—I am endeavoring to revive her interest in your dear people. She might do much for them if she wished—Farewell my beloved Friend. God bless you. God preserve you. Do not forget your ever faithful affectionate friend & sister

Rosine A. Draz