Binghampton, N.Y., Aug. 30.

Friend Douglass:—I have often been very much gratified with the light that has been shed abroad upon a corrupt public sentiment, through the columns of the North Star. The year 1848 of the nineteenth century, will stand out prominent on the pages of history, characterized by some of the most important events in the world: the casting down of thrones in Europe, and upheaving of of the old foundations of society; the great conflict that is now taking place between Liberty and Tyranny, shaking the continent from the Mediterranean to the Arctic ocean, and from the Atlantic to the Ural Mountains, which is evincing to mankind that the day of the world's political redemption is at hand; and God grant that continental Europe may soon present the world's United States.

Yet, while I have seen one of the most powerful thrones go down before the working men of Paris in a day, and have seen humanity struggling for existence amid the crash of empires, I have not been an indifferent spectator of what was going on among the American people.

The case of the prisoners of the Pearl, the defeat of the slaveholders' compromise bill in the House of Representatives, the passage of the Oregon bill with the Wilmot Proviso, the disorganizing of the two great political parties, and the Buffalo Convention, all show that the future at lest is portentous.

In view of the great work before us, there is still hope that liberty will be proclaimed throughout this land to all the inhabitants.—The slave will come up from his prison-house in the dignity of a man, the fetters will fall from his limbs, and, in the language of the Elder Adams, "Great is truth, great is liberty, great is humanity, and they must and will prevail."

I have been spending the last few months in the service of the Anti-Slavery cause, laboring principally in Eastern New York; and it seems to me that there never was a better time to present the claims of the poor slave than at this crisis. The magic of party is lost, and the party leaders cannot control the people longer. They have been humbugged by the vampires until they have become weary of the burdens under which they have so long groaned, and declared themselves free from the rule of such contemptible beings. I have been lecturing in Chenango Valley for some time past, and there are many things here that would answer well for the dark ages—ignorance, caste, and oppression reign predominant in this political perdition. Many of the old political hacks here are loud in their preferences for Cass and Butler; and others are delighted with the character of Rough and Ready, and are forever harping upon that vulgar expression, "Old Zack;" while others delight to bawl at the top of their voices, "A little more grape, Capt. Bragg!" These are the Whig principles of 1848, the old ones being left at Philadelphia. There are a few good Anti-Slavery men and women in this inhospitable region, but the great mass are completely dead to all that relates to humanity. In the village of Owego, a poor ignorant numbskull refused to sit at the same table with me, stating that he did not care about eating with a nigger. He was politely informed that no gentleman cared about sitting at a table with loafers like him. We had two meetings at Owego in the Baptist meeting-house.

Binghamton is one of the most pro-slavery villages in central New York. D. S. Dickinson lives here, but he prefers the Old Dominion to the Empire State. This political hypocrite and betrayer of Northern interests, is soon expected to return to his adopted State. A. Birdsall, the only representative in Congress from New York who was base enough to vote in favor of perpetuating slavery in this country, lives in this place likewise. I challenge another village North of Mason and Dixon's line to produce two such contemptible beings as Dickinson and his son-in-law, Birdsall. The name of Arnold is honorable beside them. Language is inadequate to portray their true character.

A miserable tool of the pro-slavery faction here, by the name of Hall, is proprietor of the Phoenix Hotel. This corrupter of the morals of youth and fiend in human shape, ordered me out of his bar-room, saying that his boarders made remarks in relation to my peacefully sitting there, and interfering with the rights of no other person under the broad canopy of heaven. The reason given for this act of American barbarity was, that Providence had given me a complexion different from his Satanic landlordship's. Persons who are travelling through this place, will be hereby forewarned of this man's treatment towards respectable colored people, and would do well to put this creature in the way of his duty by patronizing other hotels. Oh, shame where is thy blush?

Notwithstanding that slavery has many in this State to do her dirty work, and oppress the colored man, "there is a good time coming," when from our hills, mountains, valleys and plains, our united voices shall ascend, and that voice be, Liberty! For this great and glorious object, let us labor, and America, bad as she is, may yet terminate her boundaries by the ocean and her fame by the stars.

Your most respectfully,

J. H. TOWNSEND.