MY master had family worship, night and morning. At night the slaves were called in to attend; but in the mornings they had to be at their work, and master did all the praying.

ore was determined to be revenged. Some three or four months after this occurrence, he purchased John, for the express purpose, as he said, " to tame the d --- d nigger."

I was born in Lexington, Ky. The man who stole me as soon as I was born, recorded the births of all the infants which he claimed to be born his property, in a book which he kept for that purpose

God made me as free as he did Enoch Price, and Mr. Price shall never receive a dollar from me. or my friends with my consent.

  THIRTEEN years ago, I came to your door, a weary fugitive from chains and stripes. I was a stranger, and you took me in. I was hungry, and you fed me. Naked was I, and you clothed me. Even a name by which to be known among men, slavery had denied me. You bestowed upon me your own. Base, indeed, should I be, if I ever forget what I owe to you, or do anything to disgrace that honored name!

2. JEHOVAH, HALLELUJAH.

[1. My brudder* sittin' on de tree of life, An' he yearde when Jordan roll; Roll, Jordan, Roll, Jordan, Roll, Jordan, roll! O march de angel march, O march de angel march; O my soul arise in Heaven, Lord, For to yearde when Jordan roll.] 2. Little chil'en, learn to fear de Lord, And let your days be long; Roll, Jordan, &c. 3. O, let no false nor spiteful word Be found upon your tongue; Roll, Jordan, &c.

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.

rst began to remember; at least, I cannot now recall anything occurring previous to this period. My master, Col. A. Burwell, was somewhat unsettled in his business affairs, and while I was yet an infant he made several removals. While living at Hampton Sidney College, Prince Edward County, Va., Mrs. Burwell gave birth to a daughter, a sweet, black-eyed baby, my earliest and fondest pet. To take care of this baby was my first duty. True, I was but a child myself--only four years old--but then I had been raised in a hardy school--had been taught to rely upon myself, and to prepare myself to render assistance to others. The lesson was not a bitter one, for I was too young to indulge in philosophy, and the precepts that I then treasured and practised I believe developed those principles of character which have enabled me to triumph over so many difficulties. Notwithstanding all the wrongs that slavery heaped upon me, I can bless it for one thing--youth's

MY life has been an eventful one. I was born a slave--was the child of slave parents--therefore I came upon the earth free in God-like thought, but fettered in action. My birthplace was Dinwiddie Court-House, in Virginia. My recollections of childhood are distinct, perhaps for the reason that many stirring incidents are associated with that period. I am now on the shady side of forty, and as I sit alone in my room the brain is busy, and a rapidly moving panorama brings scene after scene before me, som

I HAVE often been asked to write my life, as those who know me know that it has been an eventful one. At last I have acceded to the importunities of my friends, and have hastily sketched some of the striking incidents that go to make up my history.

SLAVE SONGS OF THE UNITED STATES.

On hill_ and plain. on vale and crag, Bv pcacclul brook, or ocean's strand 'B~ inland lake. or dark gret>n wood, Wherc'cr the soil of this wide land Was moistened by I heir patriot blood

\'hitf1ekl renrnins ninelet'nth-centur~ black America's bt>st example 1lf tlw poet as culture-ht'ru, "" id<lin~. "ith unfaltering arm,/ The utmost power which God has given

rnired and endorsed by F d . M Wh. re er1ck D I · 1tfiefd 's ta lent and . oug ass and Will· nition as the standard-b c~mm1tment to his p I •am Wells Brown, James own time Whitfield's ach~arer of black America's a et~pl e earned him lasting re

In the early summer of 1851 during a women's rights convention in Akron, Ohio, Truth took the podium to defend the dignity of women against theological attacks from a group of ministers.

orn in Ulster County, New York, to a wealthy Dutch master, she was separated from her parents as a child and sold to a succession of owners who exploited her unusual strength and did not hesitate to enforce their discipline with beatings.

Sojourner Truth

While you have been oppressed, we have also been partak-ers with you; nor can we be free while you are enslaved. We, there-fore, write to you as being bound with you

o such Degradation it is sinful in the Extreme for you to make volun-tary Submission. The divine commandments you are in duty bound to reverence and obey. If you do not obey them, you will surely meet with the displeasure of the Almighty.

Slavery! How much misery is comprehended in that single w

marrying among the whites? I would wish, candidly, however, before the Lord, to be understood, that I would not give a pinch of snuff to be married to any white person I ever saw in all the days of my life. 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, levelle

y beloved brethren:--The Indians of North and of South America--the Greeks--the Irish, subjected under the king of Great Britain--the Jews, that ancient people of the Lord--the inhabitants of the islands of the sea--in fine, all the inhabitants of the earth, (except however, the sons of Africa) are called men, and of course are, and ought to be free. But we, (coloured people) and our children are brutes!! and of course are, and ought to be SLAVES to the American people and their children forever!! to dig their mines and work their farms; and thus go on enriching them, from one generation to another with our blood and our tears!!!!

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, and will not on any consideration admit of a colleague, being unwilling to divide his glory with another--and who can dispense with prejudice long enough to admit that we are men, notwithstanding our improminent noses and woolly heads, and believe that we feel for o

lished in Paris, La Revue des Colonies, sponsore

'IC-fOR SEJOUR

The major gospel composers of three generations are repre- sented in the hymnal, from Tindley to the generation of Roberta Martin, Kenneth Morris, Dorsey, and others, to the generation of Andrae Crouch. In addition there are numerous songs written by pentecostal composers whose names are not familiar outside the Church, such as Mattie Moss Clark and Iris Steven

Negro spirituals, and thus throws light on the origin of the spiritual. Obviously the black folk composers culled lines and phrases from their favorite hymns and Scriptural passages, and adapted motifs, images, and themes from such sources to compose the texts of their spirituals, to which they then added verses of their own invention. S

Singers, and other similar groups, it would be a long time before Negro spirituals were admitted to the ranks of acceptable church mus

August 'twas the twenty-fifth, Seventeen hundred forty-six; The Indians did in ambush lay, Some very valiant men to slay, The names of whom I'll not leave out. Samuel Allen like a hero fout, And though he was so brave and bold, His face no more shalt we behold Eteazer Hawks was killed outright, Before he had time to fight, - Before he did the Indians see, Was shot and killed immediately. Oliver Amsden he was slain, Which caused his friends much grief and pain. Simeon Amsden they found dead, Not many rods distant from his head. Adonijah Gillett we do hear Did lose his life which was so dear. John Sadler fled across the water, And thus escaped the dreadful slaughter. 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. Young Samuel Allen, Oh lack-a-day! Was taken and carried to Canada.

John Sadler fled across the water, And thus escaped the dreadful slaughter.

Eteazer Hawks was killed outright, Before he had time to fight, - Before he did the Indians see, Was shot and killed immediately.

August 'twas the twenty-fifth, Seventeen hundred forty-six;