For Frederick Douglass' Paper.

NEW YORK, July 11, 1853.

MR. EDITOR:—Hon. Horace Greeley, I find,
treats my query with the same silence, digni
fied undoubtedly, that the Emperor Nicholas
observed to the distinguished editor of the
Paddington Gazette.

In fact, this hush—sh—sh! argument is
the only one he sees fit to use in reply to
stubborn anti-expulsion facts. He said hush!
to Dr. Smith nearly two years ago; hush!!
to that sharp Pokeepsie correspondent short
ly after; hush!!! to George T. Downing the
other day—and I suppose will exclaim OH
HUSH! when he hears that 3,000 of the peo
ple of Rochester hung on the lips of black
men announcing their determination to re
main at home in America, while only 24
white men could be scared up to hear Gurley
argue for their explusion to Africa.

My politico-economic objection to Liberia
receives additional force from facts narrated
to me last night by Mrs. C——, who return
ed a week ago from Monrovia. She says
there are no roads for horse or cart travel
even through the town of Monrovia—none
outside of it, between any two towns: that
horses have never been used, and cannot live
there, and labor too ! ! Hence in all in
stances, MEN— that is, the natives, are the
beasts of burden.

She says, further, that except in the ar
ticle of cassada, which colored Americans
cannot eat, the Liberians are entirely de
pendent on America or England for provi
sions of all kinds: hence there are periods
not seldom occuring in which privation,
amounting almost to starvation, exists. In
short, so far as Monrovia is concerned, the
natives are servants without wages, and are
admitted into churches and schoools to the
same extent that the free blacks are into those
of the whites in Baltimore. And lastly, that
while men with money can make money in
Monrovia, poor men find it terribly hard to
get a bare existence. It may be the centre
of TRADE, but not of CIVILIZATION.

We have nothing new, in York City, except
that every body is dreadfully anxious to hear
about the doings of the GREAT CONVENTION,
and your humble servant among the rest.—
We all look to this week's Frederick Doug
lass' Paper for at least one half instalment.
So you will send down an extra hundred,
and they will go off like hot cakes.

Yours,

AGAIN.