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trust that the intelligent colored men in the State of New York are completely aroused by the insult cast upon them in the Suffrage matter, and that they will never cease to labor until they have equal rights secured to them.

I must close. Ere doing so i will just say that this season of the year brings you, dear friend, particularly to our minds, as this time, last winter, you were beneath our roof. Very many kind inquiries were made for you, and many regards and warm wishes are sent to you, accompanied by the hope of soon seeing you again. I need scarcely add that all a Salem join in this hope, and send their kind love. Our little 'Birdie' every evening prays for 'Uncle Frederick'—so you are not forgotten in any quarter. This is the season when friendly greetings and wishes for 'a merry Christmas and happy new year' are traveling far and wide; but when I think of the vacant niche in your home circle, of the melancholy that must ever steal over you when looking back upon this (to you) sad year, 1860, and of the sweet little spirit that upward winged its flight, and left you to mourn its loss, my heart feels so sad, and I realize how vain are all human hopes and wishes. May he who bindeth up the broken hearted cheer and comfort you, and bestow upon you the light of His countenance, and His favor, which is better than life itself!

My kind remembrances to all inquiring friends. I hope to send you a scribble monthly during the coming year, if all be well. Believe me, as ever,

Your faithful friend,

JULIA G. CROFTS.