Letter from S. A. Ferguson.

Friend Douglass:—I read your paper with unceasing interest, and hope you will manfully oppose the infernal scheme now on foot, to transport the colored people to the inhospitable shores of Africa. How many of the Northern States will follow in this unnatural wake, we do not know. For one, I wish to be cautious in estimating the amount of philanthropy in our nation. I hear Pennsylvania is patterning after the example of Indiana, in driving the colored people from her soil (may be this is not so.) Who would have thought, in years past, that such oppressive laws should have emanated from the councils of our nation? But we are doomed to be disappointed. Alas! the infatuation of oppressive and misguided man! Look at the churches of our land, pursuing with fiendish ferocity, and sniffling, with sweetest rapture, the blood of God's enslaved and downtrodden poor. At what a remote distance from christian rectitude are people removed, who can glow with ecstatic delight, while they gaze upon sighs, groans, and tears! Well may the christian implore heaven, in its great compassion, to forgive the injuries which the Savior receives, in the house of his pretended or mistaken friends. Ah! sinful nation. How revolting are thy mandates?—The writhing curse of slavery is written upon thy altar-stones: while thy desolated ruins shall yet but faintly echo to the pilgrim's tread. Thy hidden deeds of cruelty, though veiled from mortal eyes, may only be revealed by that voice that waks the dead, and bids the sleeper rise.

"The paths of glory lead but to the grave."
Though his thunders sleep, and retribution long delay, he must vindicate his justice.

S. A. Ferguson.