of the Life of Frederick Douglass, An 
American Slave.
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In the month of August, 1841, I attended an anti-slavery
convention in Nantucket, at which it was my happiness to become
acquainted with FREDERICK DOUGLASS, the writer of the
following Narrative. He was a stranger to nearly every member of
that body; but, having recently made his escape from the southern
prison-house of bondage, and feeling his curiosity excited to
ascertain the principles and measures of the abolitionists,—of
whom he had heard a somewhat vague description while he was a
slave,—he was induced to give his attendance, on the occasion
alluded to, though at that time a resident in New Bedford.
Fortunate, most fortunate occurrence!—fortunate for the
millions of his manacled brethren, yet panting for deliverance from
their awful thraldom!—fortunate for the cause of negro
emancipation, and of universal liberty!—fortunate for the land of
his birth, which he has already done so much to save and bless!—
fortunate for a large circle of friends and acquaintances, whose
sympathy and affection he has strongly secured by the many