stood by all the while listening to their talk, and soon found out that the person alluded to was my customer. I went into the street opposite the jail, and concealed myself in such a manner that I could not be seen by any one coming out. I had been there but a short time; when the young man made his appearance, and looked around for me. I, unobserved, came forth from my hiding-place, behind a pile of brick, and he pretty soon saw me, and came up to me complaining bitterly, saying that I had played a trick upon him. I denied any knowledge of what the note contained, and asked him what they had done to him. He told me in substance what I heard the man tell who had come out of the jail.

But, mark the end! Since I have been at the North, I have been credibly informed that Walker has been married, and, as a previous measure, sold poor Cynthia and her four children (she having had two more since I came away)

Here the slaves were placed in a negro-pen, where those who wished to purchase could call and examine them. The negro-pen is a small yard, surrounded by buildings, from fifteen to twenty feet wide, with the exception of a large gate with iron bars.

His name being that of my own, mine was changed for the purpose of giving precedence to his, though I was his senior by ten or twelve years.

      I HAVE now reached a period of my life when I can give dates.

 After the valuation, then came the division. I have no language to express the high excitement and deep anxiety which were felt among us poor slaves during this time. Our fate for life was now to be decided. We had no more voice in that decision than the brutes among whom we were ranked. A single word from

when they have embittered the sweet waters of life—when they have shut out the light which shines from the word of God—then, and not till then, has American slavery done its perfect work.

The voice of Freedom cried, “Emancipate your slaves.” Humanity supplicated with tears for the deliverance of the children of Africa. Wisdom urged her solemn plea. The bleeding captive pleaded his innocence, and pointed to Christianity who stood weeping at the cross

Mankind are becoming wiser, and better—the oppressor’s power is fading, and you, every day, are becoming better informed, and more numerous.

God has been pleased to give us two eyes, two hands, two feet, and some sense in our heads as well as they. They have no more right to hold us in slavery than we have to hold them, we have just as much right, in the sight of God, to hold them and their children in slavery and wretchedness, as they have to hold us, and no more.

       I saw a paragraph, a few years since, in a South Carolina paper, which, speaking of the barbarity of the Turks, it said: "The Turks are the most barbarous people in the world--they treat the Greeks more like brutes than human beings." And in the same paper was an advertisement, which said: "Eight well built Virginia and Maryland Negro fellows and four wenches will positively be sold this day, to the highest bidder!" And what astonished me still more was, to see in this same humane paper! ! the cuts of three men, with clubs and budgets on their backs, and an advertisement offering a considerable sum of money for their apprehension and delivery. I declare, it is really so amusing to hear the Southerners and Westerners of this country talk about barbarity, that it is positively, enough to make a man smile

And I do say it, that the black man, or man of colour, who will leave his own colour (provided he can get one, who is good for any thing) and marry a white woman, to be a double slave to her, just because she is white, ought to be treated by her as he surely will be, viz: as a NIGER!!!! It is not, indeed, what I care about inter-marriages with the whites, which induced me to pass this subject in review; for the Lord knows, that there is a day coming when they will be glad enough to get into the company of the blacks, notwithstanding, we are, in this generation

THE" MULATTO 305 "Ge?rges understoo? that it was no longer time to beg, for he had raised the veil that covered his master's crime; thus he stood up resolutely. "'Leave ... get out,' Alfred shouted at him. . "Instead of leaving, the mulatto crossed his arms on his chest and, with a fierce look, eyed his master scornfully from head to foot. "'Get out! get out, I say,' continued Alfred, more and more angrily. '"I' t l . ' d G m no eav1ng, answere eorges. . "'This is defiance, you wretch.' He made a motion to strike him, but his hand remained at his side, so full of pride and hatred was George's gaze. "'What! you can leave her to be killed, to have her throat cut, to be mur-dered,' said the mulatto, 'when you know her to be innocent ... when, like a coward, you wanted to seduce her?' "'Insolent! What are you saying?' "'I'm saying that it would be an infamous deecl to let her die ... ' "'Georges ... Georges .... ' "'I am saying that you're a scoundrel,' screamed Georges, giving full rein to his anger, and seizing Alfred by the arm ... 'ah! she'll die ... she will die because she didn't prostitute herself to you ... because you're white ... because you're her master ... you lying coward.' "'Careful, Georges,' replied Alfred, trying to take a tone of assurance. 'Be careful that instead of one victim tomorrow, the executioner does not find two.' "'You talk of victim and executioner, wretch/ shouted Georges .... 'So that means she dies ... her ... my Zelia ... but you should know that her life is linked to your own.' "'Georges!' "'You should know that your head will remain on your shoulders only so long as she lives.' '"Georges ... Georges!' "'You should know that I will kill you, that I'll drink your blood, if even a hair on her head is harmed.' "During all this time, the mulatto was shaking Alfred with all his strength. "'Let me go,' cried Alfred. · "'Ah! she's dying ... she's dying' ... the mulatto screamed deliriously .. '"Georges, let me go!' "'Shut

THE MULATTO 307 "'What do you wa t 'th ' Alf n WI me, red whispered in a trembling voice. "'To compliment h b" ' · you on t e 1rth of your child ' answered a voice that seemed to emerge from the tomb. ' "Alfred shook from head to toe, his hair stood on end and a cold sweat poured over his limbs. . ' "'I don't know you,' Alfred muttered weakly .... "'Georges is the name.' "'You .... ' '"You thought I was dead, I suppose,' said the mulatto with a convulsive laugh. · "'Help ... help,' cried Alfred. "'Who will help you,' rejoined the mulatto ... haven't you dismissed your servants, haven't you closed your doors, to be alone with your wife ... so you see, your cries are useless ... you should commend your soul to God.' "Alfred had begun to rise from his chair, but at these last words he fell back, pale and trembling. '"Oh! have pity, Georges ... don't kill me, not today.' "Georges shrugged his shoulders. 'Master, isn't it horrible to die when you're happy; to lie down in the grave at the moment you see your fondest dreams coming true ... oh! it's horrible, isn't it,' said the mulatto with an infernal laugh .... "'M G 1 ercy, eorges .... "'And yet,' he coatirrned, 1such is your destiny ... you shall die today, this · hour, this minute) without giving your wife your last farewell .... ' "'H . . } ave pity ... pity .... "'Without kissing your newborn son a second time .... ' "'Oh1 ' . mercy ... mercy. "'I think my vengeance is worthy of your own ... I would have sold my soul to the Devil, had he promised me this moment.' "'Oh! mercy ... please take pity on me,' said Alfred, throwing himself at the feet of the mulatto. "Georges shrugged his shoulders and raised his axe. "'Oh! one more hour of life!' "'To embrace your wife, is that it?' "'One minute .... ' "'To see your son again, right?' '"Oh1 h . ' . ave pity .... "'You might as well plead with the starving tiger to let go his prey.' "'In God's name, Georges.' "'I don't believe in that any longer.' 1' 'In the name of your father .... ' "At this, Georges's fury subsided. "'My father ... my father,' repeated the mulatto, tears in his eyes. 'Do you know him ... qM tell me his name .... What's his name ... oh! tell me tell me his name ... I'll pardon you ... I'll bless you.' "And the mulatto nearly fell on his knees before his master. But suddenly, sharp cries were heard. · · ·

near the corpse of Alfred, was-discovered the corpse -of the unhappy Georges ....

BLACK-CHURCH HYMNALS 1960, 30). Certainly the hymns in his collection have vivid imagery and highly personalized texts-the kind that would have attraction for the newly converted ex-slaves who comp

Disciplinehad explained that formality in singing was an evil to be avoided, and two of the means to avoid it were “choosing such hymns as are proper for the congregation,” and “sing[ing] no hymns of your own composing.”

The members of Bethel could be a people of the book, not only in their study and celebra-tion of God’s written Word but also in their chosen words to respond back to God.

he unhappy Paulina, and with horror she heard that her beloved brother in his attempt to regain St. Nicholas, breathed out his valuable life in the cause of freedom, and for his country. But it was now no time to indulge in grief -Safety was the object of the wretched villagers.

1January 18, 1828Original Communication. FOR THE FREEDOM'S JOURNAL. THERESA, ______ A Haytien Tale.DURING the long and bloody contest, in St. Domingo, between the white man, who flourished the child of sensuality, rioting on the miseries of his slaves; had the sons of Africa, who, provoked to madness, and armed themselves against French barbarity;

  Proceed, great chief, with virtue on thy side, Thy ev’ry action let the Goddess guide. A crown, a mansion, and a throne that shine, With gold unfading, WASHINGTON! Be thine.

Imagination! who can sing thy force? Or who describe the swiftness of thy course? 15: Soaring through air to find the bright abode, Th' empyreal palace of the thund'ring God, We on thy pinions can surpass the wind, And leave the rolling universe behind: From star to star the mental optics rove, 20: Measure the skies, and range the realms above. There in one view we grasp the mighty whole, Or with new worlds amaze th' unbounded soul.

'TWAS mercy brought me from my Pagan land, Taught my benighted soul to understand That there's a God, that there's a Saviour too: Once I redemption neither fought now knew, 5: Some view our sable race with scornful eye, "Their colour is a diabolic die." Remember, Christians, Negroes, black as Cain, May be refin'd, and join th' angelic train.

Young Samuel Allen, Oh lack-a-day! Was taken and carried to Canada.

And hopes to save herself by running, And had not her petticoats stopped her, The awful creatures had not catched her, Nor tommy hawked her on the head, And left her on the ground for dead.

Not many rods distant from his head.

As to religion, the natives believe that there is one Creator of all things, and that he lives in the sun, and is girted round with a belt that he may never eat or drink; but, according to some, he smokes a pipe, which is our own favourite luxury.

The ceremony being now Page 10 ended the festival begins, which is celebrated with bonefires, and loud acclamations of joy, accompanied with music and dancing.         We are almost a nation of dancers, musicians, and poets. Thus every great event, such as a triumphant return from battle, or other cause of public rejoicing is celebrated in public dances, which are accompanied with songs and music suited to the occasion. The assembly is separated into four divisions, which dance either apart or in succession, and each with a character peculiar to itself. The first division contains the married men, who in their dances frequently exhibit seats of arms, and the representation of a battle. To these succeed the married women, who dance in the second division. The young men occupy the third; and the maidens the fourth.

I remember a man was brought before my father, and the other judges, for kidnapping a boy; Page 7 and, although he was the son of a chief or senator, he was condemned to make recompense by a man or woman slave. Adultery, however, was sometimes punished with slavery or death; a punishment which I believe is inflicted on it throughout most of the nations of Africa*:

69 years

    My master next offered me to Daniel Edwards, Esq. of Hartford, for sale. But not purchasing me, my master pawned me to him for ten pounds, and returned to Stonington. After some trial of my honesty, Mr. Edwards placed considerable trust and confidence in me. He put me to serve as his cup-bearer and waiter. When there was company at his house, he would send me into his cellar and other parts of his house to fetch wine and other articles occasionally for them. When I had been with him some time, he asked me why my master wished to part with such an honest negro, and why he did not keep me himself. I replied that I could not give him the reason, unless it was to convert me into cash, and Page 22 speculate with me as with other commodities.

Polygamy was not uncommon in that country, especially among the rich, as every man was allowed to keep as many wives as he could maintain. By his first wife he had three children. The eldest of them was myself, named by my father, Broteer. The other two were named Cundazo and Soozaduka. My father had two children by his second wife, and one by his third. I descended from a very large, tall and stout race of beings, much larger than the generality of people in other parts of the globe, being commonly considerable above six feet in height, and every way well proportioned.

A narrative of the life, &c

I ship'd myself on board of a large Ship bound to Guinea, and being in a publick House one Evening, I overheard a Number of Persons talking about Rigging a Vessel bound to New-England, I ask'd them to what Part of New-England this Vessel was bound? they told me,