These songs of sorrow, love and faith, and hope?

His spirit must have nightly floated free, Though still about his hands he felt his chains.

Who first from midst his bonds lifted his eyes? Who first from out the still watch, lone and long, Feeling the ancient faith of prophets rise Within his dark-kept soul, burst into song?

By the poverty and ignorance of his people, the Negro minister or doctor was tempted toward quackery and demagogy; and by the criticism of the other world, toward ideals that made him ashamed of his lowly tasks

n to-day continuing strong and insistent even though largely silenced in outward expression by the public opinion of the nation. Some of this opposition is, of course, mere envy, the disappointment of displaced demagogues and the spite of narrow minds. But aside from this, there is among educated and thoughtful colored men in all parts of the land a feeling of deep regret, sorrow, and apprehension at the wide currency and ascendancy which some of Mr. Washington's theories have gained.

The history of the American Negro is the history of this strife,--this longing to attain self-conscious manhood, for merge his double self into a better and truer self. In this merging he wishes neither of the older selves to be lost.

Howdoyouknowitisbewitched?"Iasked.'Iwouldn'spec'feryouterb'lieveme'lessyouknowall'boutdefac’s.

Well,sur,youisastrangerterme,enIisastrangerteryou,enweisbofestrangersteroneanudder,but'fI'uzinyo'place,Iwouldn'buydisvimya'd."

Wealighted,andwalkedabouttheplaceforawhile;butonAnnie'scomplaining ofwearinessIledthewaybacktotheyard,whereapinelog,lying underaspreading elm,formedashadythoughsomewhathardseat

The thought of violets meant florists' shops,And bows and pins, and perfumed papers fine;

So far from sweet real things my thoughts had strayed,I had forgot wide fields; and clear brown streams;The perfect loveliness that God has made,—

The difficulty experienced in attaining absolute correctness is greater than might be supposed by those who have never tried the experiment, and we are far from claiming that we have made no mistakes. I have never felt quite sure of my notation without a fresh comparison with the singing, and have then often found that I had made some errors.

 The musical capacity of the negro race has been recognized for so many years that it is hard to explain why no systematic effort has hitherto been made to collect and preserve their melodies.

That chivalry which is "most sensitive concerning the honor of women" can hope for but little respect from the civilized world, when it confines itself entirely to the women who happen to be white. Virtue knows no color line, and the chivalry which depends upon complexion of skin and texture of hair can command no honest respect.

RACE PREJUDICE

BEHIND THE SCENES. BY ELIZABETH KECKLEY, FORMERLY A SLAVE, BUT MORE RECENTLY MODISTE, AND FRIEND TO MRS. ABRAHAM LINCOLN. OR, THIRTY YEARS A SLAVE, AND FOUR YEARS IN THE WHITE HOUSE.

THE SLAVE WHO DARED TO FEEL LIKE A MAN.

When Dr. Flint came in, he said the mush had not been well cooked, and that was the reason the animal would not eat it. He sent for the cook, and compelled her to eat it. He thought that the woman's stomach was stronger than the dog's; but her sufferings afterwards proved that he was mistaken

Mr. Gore was a grave man, and, though a young man, he indulged in no jokes, said no funny words, seldom smiled. His words were in perfect keeping with his looks, and his looks were in perfect keeping with his words. Overseers will sometimes indulge in a witty word, even with the slaves; not so with Mr. Gore. He spoke but to command, and commanded but to be obeyed

She is ever disposed to find fault with them; they can seldom do any thing to please her; she is never better pleased than when she sees them under the lash, especially when she suspects her husband of showing to his mulatto children favors which he withholds from his black slaves. The master is frequently compelled to sell this class of his slaves, out of deference to the feelings of his white wife; and, cruel as the deed may strike any one to be, for a man to sell his own children to human flesh-mongers, it is often the dictate of humanity for him to do so; for, unless he does this, he must not only whip them himself, but must stand by and see one white son tie up his brother, of but few shades darker complexion than himself, and ply the gory lash to his naked back; and if he lisp one word of disapproval, it is set down to his parental partiality, and only makes a bad matter worse, both for himself and the slave whom he would protect and defend.

and this is done too obviously to administer to their own lusts, and make a gratification of their wicked desires profitable as well as pleasurable; for by this cunning arrangement, the slaveholder, in cases not a few, sustains to his slaves the double relation of master and father

H. . · v ire. ts stt-adfast soul fearinu n-h B · . · ,.. 0 arm ur trust1n~ in the aid f H , And wielding, with unf'alto . eaven, Tl enng ar le utmost power whicl , m, Conscious that the Al . Ll l1od has given-w.11 . m1gnty po , , nc•rw the f· 'thf I \\er Whatever storms ~1-u soul With might S .k ay round I . I ' tri es boldly for h 11m ower, t e Lrue and right.

The captive. toih~g ibn , d bosom riven, With tortured hm s an h. h Raises his fettered hand on ·~ ' And in the accents of despa1r,d k To him who rules both earth an s y, d f nt praver, Puts up a sa , a erve " To free him from the awful blast Of slavery's bitter galling shame-Although his portion should be ~ast With demons in eternal flame. Almighty God! 'tis this they call The land of liberty and law;

Whether to plunge in battle's s~r.ife, And buy his freedom with his life, And with stout heart and weapon strong, Pay back the t yranl wrong for wrong, Or wail the pr~mised time of God, When his Almighty ire shall wake, And smite the oppressor in his wrath, And hurl red ruin in his path, And with tilt' terrors of his rod

Oat man oher dar say dat women needs to be helped into carriages, and lifted oher ditches, and to have de best place every whar. Nobody eher help me into carriages, or ober mud puddles, or gives me any best place [and raising herself to her full height and her voice to a pitch like rolling thunder, she asked], and ar'n't I a woman? Look at me!

And how came Jesus into the world? Through God who created him and~ woman who bore him. Man, where is your part? But the women are ~om1ng u~ ~lesse~ be God and a few of the men are coming up with them. ut man is in a tight place, the poor slave is on hi . . him, he is surely betwe h k d b m, woman 1s coming on en a aw an a uzzard.

It is i_mpossible to transfer it to paper, or convey any adequate idea of the effect 1t produced upon the audience. Those only can appreciate it who saw her powerful form, her whole-souled, earnest gesture, and listened to her strong and truthful tones.

and forget not that you are native-born American citizens, and as such, you are justly enti-tled to all the rights that are granted to the freest. Think how many tears you have poured out. upon the soil which you have cultivated with unrequited toil and enriched with your blood; and then go to your lordly enslavers and tell them plainly, that you are determined to be free. Appeal to their sense of justice, and tell them that they have no more right to oppress you, than you have to enslave them.

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.

Neither did they come flying upon the wings of Liberty, to a land of free-dom. But they came with broken hearts, from their beloved native land, and were doomed to unrequited toil and deep degradation. Nor did the evil of their bondage end at their emancipation by death. Succeeding generations inherited their chains, and millions have come from eternity into time, and have returned again to the world of spirits, cursed and ruined by American slavery

 All persons who are acquainted with history, and particularly the Bible, who are not blinded by the God of this world, and are not actuated solely by avarice--who are able to lay aside prejudice long enough to view candidly and impartially, things as they were, are, and probably will be--who are willing to admit that God made man to serve Him alone, and that man should have no other Lord or Lords but Himself--that God Almighty is the sole proprietor or master of the WHOLE human family

 I will not here speak of the destructions which the Lord brought upon Egypt, in consequence of the oppression and consequent groans of the oppressed--of the hundreds and thousands of Egyptians whom God hurled into the Red Sea for afflicting his people in their land--of the Lord's suffering people in Sparta or Lacedemon

In fact, they are so happy to keep in ignorance and degradation, and to receive the homage and the labour of the slaves, they forget that God rules in the armies of heaven and among the inhabitants of the earth, having his ears continually open to the cries, tears and groans of his oppressed people; and being a just and holy Being will at one day appear fully in behalf of the oppressed, and arrest the progress of the avaricious oppressors; for although the destruction of the oppressors God may not effect by the oppressed, yet the Lord our God will bring other destructions upon them--for not Page 6 unfrequently will he cause them to rise up one against another, to be split and divided, and to oppress each other, and sometimes to open hostilities with sword in hand

From t eir h m that we were ere. ceaselessly repeated, that we were o~nt they need have no more or less ated to attend to their whims, and t al d ed what is our agony and suf. consideration for us than for a dog. · · · nften 'seen their best horses die? ·ust as O e ' h 'II b fering to them? Have they not, J . · , . . h and tomorrow t ey uy They don't weep for them, fo~ they ree;;\;eaking, Georges was at the others ....

for in the end she was virtu-ally raped. For almost a year, she shared her master's bed. But Alfred was already beginning to tire of her; he found her ugly, cold, and insolent. About this time the poor woman gave birth to a boy and gave him the name Georges. Alfred refused to recogniz~ him, drove the mother from his presence, and relegated her to the most miserable hut on his lands, despite the fact that he knew very well, as well as one can, that he was the child's fathe "G · h r . . eorges grew up wit out ever hearing the name of his father;

Over here we have the hus-band without the wife; there, the sister without the brother; farther on, the mother without the children. This makes you shudder? Yet this loathsome commerce goes on continuously.

rivate school, where he came under the influence of a respected black joμrnalist who wrote for French newspapers in New Orleans. Following a custom of New Orleans's free black class, Sejour went to Paris when he was nineteen to further his education.

In order to create a unique, legitimate tradition for con-gregational worship, the Discipline argued, a careful selection of existing sources was the best approach. The preface to the Pocket Hymn Bookechoed this sentiment, explaining that: “Having become a distinct and separate body of people, there is no collection of hymns, we could, with propriety adopt.”

But the material fact of the book went beyond congregational utility to make the statement that its very existence assumed a market, a church, an imagined community united by texts shared and honored with a binding. 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

We know from contemporary sources that the black Methodists were noted for their singing and exuberance in worship (Southern 1983, 77-79).1 The novelty of the 1801 publication arises from the fact of the enterprising young minister's publishing his own hym- nal instead of using the official Methodist hy

Theresa thought of the brave St. Clair; she imagined she saw her beloved uncle weltering in his blood, and the barbarous French fixing his venerable head on a pole, and it exposed on a cross road, as the head of a rebel.

The green lizard crossed not the road in the way to its hole, at the noise of the fugitives feet, but they beheld through the shade of the night a body of the enemy; the distant glare of the firefly, was a light which pointed to the enemies camps; while the bat beating the [ ] in its nocturnal ranges, often was the false messenger of danger to the fair adventurers.

But though protected by the mantle of night, Madame was hastening on her way to safety and quiet; she frequently would turn her eyes bathed with the dew of sorrow, and heave her farewell sigh towards her ill-fated village; and like [ ] when departing out of Sodom, Paulina prayed for mercy for theenemies of her country, and the destroyers of her peace.

disappointed and harrassed by the Islanders; they thought it a principle of policy, to resort to acts of cruelty; and to intimidate them, resolved, that none of them should be spared; but that the sword should annihilate, or compel them to submit to their wonted degradations;

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.

What matchless mercy in the Son of God! When the whole human race by sin had fall'n, He deign'd to die that they might rise again, And share with him in the sublimest skies, 20: Life without death, and glory without end.

MÆCENAS, you, beneath the myrtle shade, Read o'er what poets sung, and shepherds play'd. What felt those poets but you feel the same? Does not your soul possess the sacred flame? 5: Their noble strains your equal genius shares In softer language, and diviner airs.

Eunice Allen see the Indians coming, 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.

The names of whom I'll not leave out.

August 'twas the twenty-fifth, Seventeen hundred forty-six; The Indians did in ambush lay, Some very valiant men to slay

THE following account of the life of VENTURE, is a relation of simple facts, in which nothing is added in substance to what he related himself. Many other interesting and curious passages of his life might have been inserted; but on account of the bulk to which they must necessarily have swelled this narrative, they were omitted. If any should suspect the truth of what is here related, they are referred to people now living who are acquainted with most of the facts mentioned in the narrative.

Heddy next inveigled two of his fellow servants to accompany us. The place to which we designed to go was the Mississippi. Our Page 17 next business was to lay in a sufficient store of provisions for our voyage. We privately collected out of our master's store, six great old cheeses, two firkins of butter, and one whole batch of new bread. When we had gathered all our own clothes and some more, we took them all about midnight, and went to the water side. We stole our master's boat, embarked, and then directed our course for the Mississippi river.

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

Deformity is indeed unknown amongst us, I mean that of shape. Numbers of the natives of Eboe now in London might be brought in support of this assertion: for, in regard to complexion, ideas of beauty are wholly relative. I remember while in Africa to have seen three negro children, who were tawny, and another quite white, who were universally regarded by myself, and the natives in Page 22 general, as far as related to their complexions, deformed.

Agriculture is our chief employment; and every one, even the children and women, are engaged in it. Thus we are all habituated to labour from our earliest years.

IbelievetheexecutionerwassavinglyconvertedtoGod.Herosefromhisknees,andembracedmeroundthemiddle,andwasunabletospeakforaboutfiveminutes;thefirstwordsheexpressed,whenhehadutterance,were,"Nomanshallhurttheetillthouhastbeen"totheking.

Iwentuponmyhandsandknees,andsocrawledtillIreachedatreethatwastumbleddown,inordertogetacrossit,andthereIprayedwithmybodyleaninguponitaboveanhour,thattheLordwouldtakemetohimself.SuchnearnesstoGodIthenenjoyed,thatIwillinglyresignedmyselfintohishands.AftersometimeIthoughtIwasstrengthened,soIgotacrossthetreewithoutmyfeetorhandstouchingtheground;butstrugglingIfelloverontheotherside,andthenthoughttheLordwil1nowanswermyprayer,andtakemehome:Butthetimewasnotcome.

theLordpitiedme,beingayoungsoldier.

Accordinglyshewrotealetterconcerningitsomymother*which,whenmeread,thecontentsweredisap*provedofby-her,andshecametoChaHes-Tow«topreventit.Shepersuadedmemu^hagainstitjbutherpersuasionswerefruitless.

HeandhiscompanionenterthemetingatCharles-Towntogether;buttheoneistaken,endtheotherisleft.Heisstrucktotheground,shakenoverthemouthofbell,snatchedasabrandfromtheburn-ing;beispardonedandjustified;heiswashedinthea-toningblood,andmadehappyinhisGod.T

But the Providence of God order'd it otherways, for He appeared for my Help, in this Mount of Difficulty, and they were better to me then my Fears, and soon unbound me, but set a Guard over me every Night.

making a prodigious shouting and hallowing like so many Devils.

From this Ship I went on board the Sandwich of 90 Guns; on board the Sandwich, I tarry'd 6 Weeks, and then was order'd on board the Hercules, Capt. John Porter, a 74 Gun Ship, we sail'd on a Cruize, and met with a French 84 Gun Ship, and had a very smart Engagement,*        * A particular Account of this Engagement, has been Publish'd in the Boston News-Papers. in which about 70 of our Hands were Kill'd and Wounded, the Captain lost his Leg Page 12 in the Engagement, and I was Wounded in the Head by a small Shot.