LETTERS FROM FRIENDS OF THE CAUSE.

From Rev. M.D. Conway.
Cincinnati, Jan. 21st.

Your kind invitation to be present at the Twenty-fifth ‘National Subscription Anniversary, on the 26th,’ has just reached me. I do not know that these lines will reach you before that time; but if they do, they will tell all who ever think of us at all, that our heart is still trying to be true to the great cause of Human Freedom. I would, in these lines, out of my heart’s depths, call on the youth of the land to scan well the work God is preparing for them. One moment word comes that a May has tottered as he stood faithfully by his post, and must take that voyage abroad whose very sound is ominous; the next, alas! Tells us that the noble Parker must leave that pulpit where ever amongst insane voices, one sane one could be heart—a voice, too, which, by right of sanity, was felt from circumference to centre. ‘My Father, my Father!’ the chariot of Israel, and the horsemen thereof!’

Well, God help us: we are sure to have voices, even though the stillness should be such that the stones should cry out; but I confess I do not see the youth of the land to be fully conscious of what it is to do. This abominable Fusion Republicanism, which is full of zeal and heroism in maintaining that Kansas ought to be allowed to say whether she will have slavery or not, and that anti-Lecomptonism is the grand efforescence and final climax of its aim and desire—this whipped spaniel of a party, which will go down to the lowest rung of the ladder for success—has corrupted the young men in the West. It has been worse than the Hessian fly in wheat—noble heads lie low. Were it not that one trust that there are some hearts who have been liberated by the very evils which have corrupted others—hearts which, by superb reactions, leap on that ark which rides above all party deluges, bearing the seed of the true and free race which is to people this Western palatinate in God’s year—we should despair. But that these parties which try to cross the Dark River should, one by one, like swimming swine, cut their throats by their very swinishness, seems to be one of the methods of our salvation. Men are to do this work, not soulless parties; therefore every party falls into the sin of idolizing success; and, thank God, ‘Sin, when it hath conceived, bringeth forth death,’ And in the case of all parties I know anything about, I say, the sooner the better. Adieu, O Parties, which would part the very raiment of Christ, and cast lots for his vesture!

May God bless you all, friends of Freedom and Truth; and ere you keep your golden wedding with the cause, may it be in a liberated land, where the Anti-Slavery Society may sit down to remember the old days of strife, with the rescued ones about her, saying, ‘Here am I, and the children thou hast given me.’ Yours, M.D. Conway.