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MISCELLANEOUS.
THE SLAVE-WIFE.
BY FRANCIS H. GREEN.
Among the numerous facts which our "pe
culiar Institution" is continually dcvelopini:
ficts, which from Iho wild ti-,i ri tjr on tin
one Imntl, ami the deep malignity on the oth
er, outvin tlm most extravagant Miiinr.LT,
may ho founrl evidence tint truth is, indeed
stranger thiin fiction. The lollowinsr story
was related to me hy ono who well know tin;
parties; and I give it, as "early us possib.o
in his own words.
'1 hid been," s-id h,'8ojniirninfr fur f ov
eral weeks nt Dawn, Cppor Canada, whirh
you well know, was settled by n oniony of
Fugitive Slavca, observing tin- regenerating
influence f a free utmosuhi t.', whirh is ilni
ly working out a phenomenon morn wonder
ful than the dreaming alchemist ever impu
ted t thb philosopher's some tr..nsie.utr.
tion of chattels into men. Tie so facts stand
out against the deep hl.irU ,rrn of Slave
ry like miracles wrought in li "bluing, an I
fraught with an interest strung and ma-p a
the eternal inti rests of humaiiiiy. There arc
Bmonr thrsn pc-ieilc some line specimens ol
the r.'.cr; whom it would do our negro-haters
good to know and many whose fti.e. manly
character ay, nd intellect s.lso, would put
to the hlusli our traditeers, of the colon d
race. Of i.ll these none pleased me. belter,
or interested me more deeply, than Laco Ray.
lie was. 1 think, as line a specimen of th.
nhvsidl man, ns 1 ever knew. Tall, muscu
lar, and every way well-proportioned, bn had
the largi rpamioii of chest and shoulders
that are seen in the nest representations of
Hercules. 1 le was quite black, the skin sort
and glossy; but the features had none of the
revolting characteristics wnieh nra siippoi.il
by some to ho inseparable from the African
visnre. On the contrary tiioy were remarka
bly fine thp nose aipiiiiue; the mouth even
handsome; the forehead singuluily liioh and
broad. Superadded to this was u nob!. in
tellect, with a power of language and ex
pression which under happier circumstances,
might have produced the poet, or the or itur,
and which under every incumbrance, Msn at
time to the loftiest eloquence. I had often
been astonished at the spontaneous exercise
of this power; and tho rude men among
whom wo dwelt likewise felt, and quietly
yielded to tho sway of a master spirit. Al
though he nail been in Uawn only about two
years, he bad yet acquired no small degree
of influence anions; his people; and bulb for
integrity and ability he was highly esteemed,
lint notwithstanding all this 1 observe 1 that
deep shadow seemed to rrst upon his heart,
and that there was a void in his being which
nothing appeared to fill. These tendencies
became more distinct as I knew liiru Letter;
and 1 was conviured that some very painful
circumstance connected with his former life,
hung like n pall above him, darkening the
glad sunshine, and making hitter the free air
he breathed. I determined to learn his his
tory from hisown mouth iho. first opportunity
that presented itself. Fortune soon favored
my wishes.
1 had been walking through iho fields of
Tarinus acquaint inees. conversing with then
as they Wurked, or listening to the b;:ppy
song, or the merry whistle that rang out on
the clear air of a fine spring morning, when,
at about nine o'clock, 1 leaned over tim rude
fence tint enclosed the field where my friend
Laco was nt work, lie was at the lower
end of the rt; and 1 stood listening to the
native melodies that resounded oneverv side.
Them was in this music a fullness of joy
that spoke nt once of the consciuuaness and
the love of freedom; yet n' t uuminglcd 'th
occasional notes of the sweetest and the deep
est pathos, that whispered of friends left lar
behind, yet groping darkly in the land of
bondage; or, may be, it uttered the sadness
Which belonged to memory or pictured forth
shadows which the long-brooding wing of
Slavery yet loft resting on the free soul. It
was infinitely touching; and 1 could nut list
en to it without tears. As Laco drew near. I
saw that he was unusually sid and disinclin
ed to talk; and, after passing the compliments
of the morning, ho dropped bis eyes to the
ground, and appeared quite absorbed with his
business of pi inting. I waited, deliberating
within myself how I should best enter upon
the subject, until he had advanced to Ihe end
of the row, anil stood opposite mo.
.'Well Laco,' I Slid, extending my hind,
as he was about turning to commence, another
row. 'This is a line morning, but you are
not quite in the spirit of it. You seem un
happy. Has any thinj happened to distress
you!"
'No Massa, no. Nothing happen to I.aco
now. Nothing now ever h :p;cn to hi:n,' he
replied, turning upon me a look of unuttera
ble sadness.
'Why do you siy that, Laco! you surely
are happv now von are free; and vou cannot
be insensible to the beauty of this lovely morn
ing! Thu free sunlight is s'liiiiiv abroad.
The birds nre singing. Tho neighbors tiro
sinsjing. They are happy; nil are happy.
Why should not Laco sing and hi; happy too!'
'The birds,' he answered, 'are singing sung
of love. Fichoue has a ina'e in his nest;
but La.-o'g nest is cold an I silent. Why then
should be sing? Tlm fren nre siuaan r ib,
song of liberty; but ihe light of Laco's free
dom is put out. The sun is shining very
bright; but ho never reached here,' bnnMed
layinga bin 1 on hu breast, and smiling with
the expression of one who feel that he has
already met tho worst. .M issa vciy good;
but he never in iko d irkuess light; ho m-ver
make the dead live agiin. It's no use talk
ing, Missi. Licob'-lt-r work. If Im would
eat, l e mast m ka corn gro.v. Talking nev
er help hi n; ai d he turned away, as if re
solve I to s ay nothing more.
'Kxeuse me Laco,' I urred, ns I spmii"
over the fence and stood Inside dim, I am
your fiend. Speak to nie freely, as ton
friend; a brother; and the confidence may re
lieve you. I see your story is a s id one..'
'Ah. Massa, so slave story always bo.
But come to the cabin, Massa; and Lieo w ill
tell you, what ho has whispered only in the
groat ear of night, when Uod and angels a
Jono are waking." U throw down, his hoo
in the furrow and sprang over the fence at a
single bound. I followed him; nml with a
few-' I lore steps we stood in the log-cahiu
where he spent the solitary hours of rest. A
draught of cool milk and water refreshed lis;
lid sealing himself mi the ground Hear the
rude bench' he had offer: d imt, after a p..use
of some minutes marked by profound emo
tion, he thus related his simple but heart
thrilling story.
I w..s r;.isid on the plantation of J. C
and perhaps few si .vos have had a kinder
master. At the age of twi nly-lwo I married
Cltir.y Davis, a ill of twenty, She was
white. At hast no cr.o would suspect that
she had any Afiice.n blond in her vein";.
Some have said tint, the only trace of it was
in her eves; and t'.v-y were 1 .rav, end salt,
and brilliant, although very bl,.ek. I believe.
no en- ever knew l.'lusv without loving her
she was so sweet, ;,uil kind, r, n l gentle
mid no fin''' oor s iv her w ithout admiring hi r
beauty which I may siy ii.vie, I neve r saw
the lik- of, in the fii,-e.-.t lady thai ever gla 1
drnrd the heart of a fr- o nt.tr.; I'r it is twe
V" I'tij d"y since 1 laid lor in hi a imieiy
irnrrt n: (I'll !t;v: in . iuiviiliil; ali i U' til
ing lint her sv 1 1 s ml i led.'
Ilo bowed bimsi If to the ground; and I
knew by the convulsive Leavings of his
crouching form th. it he wept bitterly. The
unwonted indulgence appeared to relieve l.i'.a.
lie aresc and went out a few moments; and
w hen he relumed to his sat.all trace of tears
had been cirefiil'y washed away; anil ha re
sumed hi . narrative.
"I had long been tenderly attached to
C'lasy. We had laved even from childhood;
and f-r about three mouths after marriage we
were happy as the hirls. l.'ntil that time
I had thought little, tie, ugh I had Keen much
of the evils i f Slavery; for I bad begun to
love so e rly. and this so entirely took up my
attention; that 1 had little lime to dwell on
Ihe sorrows of my less foriunate companion.''..
I had won the f Vor and confidence i f my
master an. I mistr-sa. I always had enough
to eat and drink, ami I was always well cloth
ed. 1'pnn my marriage I was promoted from
the post of errand bey, or runner of ilie plan
tation, to tin t el coaeliuiau, and as L lusy
was the personal attendant of her mi -tress
this arrangement added much io our happi
ness, as wo generally travelled together.
I'oth parlies were mutually pleased with our
n..',v relation; and for a lime all went on hap
ily. Olusy was a great favorite wilh her
mistress; they had indeed been raised togeth
er, and were more like sisters, than mistress
and slave! Our master and mistress were
married abo"t a year beloro we were; and
they already had a linn little boy, of which
tho young- parents were very proud. Our
courtship had advanced together. Year in,
and year out, we went in company to the
neighboring plantation of Col. Davis. We
shared each other's secrets. All our little
love-quarrels; all our hopes, ami till our fears,
were freely communicated; and in the warmth
and confidence of mutual love, wo at times,
forgot we were master and slave; wo forgot
that there was a gulf lay between us wi.le
nnd deep- ns that which sepirates chattels
from men. Clusy and I were very happy.
All our wants were supplied. We were con
tented in the present, and without cant for
the future. We c itisidcred oursclve j the
most favored of moitils. We soon found
that we stand ia a IVso posiiion. Vh a is
true can never come out of f .1 ie.lu :d; what is
right can never come out of wrong. I hav
known Slavery in its best form; but there is
no good in it.
' At length I observed that Clusy wat get
tinir pale; and I often found her in tears. I
asked her the cause; I urged her to tell me;
but she would dry them instantly, and say
that she was not well, or that she was so lone
some sho could not help crying when I was
gone. Isiwthat this was mere pretence,
and sought in vain for tho truth that lay uu
e'er it; find when nt last, she couhl no longer
hide from me the fact of her uohappii.tss,
she resolutely refused to tell the cause. 1
could find no relief Id my anxiety. Ktiv.ngo,
indistinct visions of wrong haunted my be. I
at niir'it, and my work by day. A new' hid
ing of insecmiiy came upon me. I Iclt ai'r ii I
of I knew not wii it. A dreamy cons, i ra.i
ncss of my false p. sitieu lieaaii to present it
sell; and a v.ig.n sense cd' tne horr. rj cl Sla
very oppressed mo. 'When I slept it lay upui:
my breast like a iiight-ni ire; and when 1
woke it stared at mo with the eyes of a fiend,
m iking hideous f.ices in ihe d. irk, I' follow
ed me every where. It looked out fio.a the
comers of tho road. It mounted the c irii
ago box and sit beside me. This spirit of
unrest haunted me forever i strange inti. na
tion of the approach of sutne unknown evil.
It seemed to mo that spirits were cnntinti illy
whispering words of warning; nnd though I
did not understand their meaning, I fell their
power. In this maun -r tlireo months more
worn heavily away, ('lusy all tho time get
ting pah r, Weaker, and more silent, until, at
lenoih, sho trembled as 1 r.ppro..che.l her;
and an act of tenderness on my part s-emed
to terrify h r, so thai 1 began to lose all plea
sure in her suckty; and atlenylli seldom vis
ited her.
"One holy-day it wns the 1'ouiili of J.ily,
I had resolved to go n carouse, with my I.'i
low slaves, and diown my troubles in whis
key. My m isfr was o- ai in oe cant; ! nnl
; a ui li.a .i , ai 1. 1 na ve n.o a iftMicrous 1 io..nee
of n.-.ae' . II a vru.niv eu-'ouraged niv go.
ilia', ns masters ale , $ do, breauso whatever
sinks the m in secures the slave; and it seems
he had anoiluT reason for wishing me absent.
( h id already 1-l't toe pt inl.ition and set out
to join my cuuip anions at a small ale-house
about hill' a mile farther, when my purpose
was arrested inn very singular in inner
While loitering through the metdow, whist
ling, not so much for want of thought, as to
diown thought, 1 cime accidentally ton large
magnolia tree, where I hid first met Clusy,
when we were both children. I threw my
self into the refteshing shadow, when the
times past and long forgotten, seemed tj iiio
heforn me. Th-ro wo h d often pl .ye.f to
gether in childhood; anil when she cime to
the great house, to this tree I always accom
panied her; and here we always parted. Hero
too, she often came to meet me in tho long
starry evenings, after our work was done.
Here sho first promised to bo mine; and hero
too, my mother blessed us, but a low days
before her death; and I remembered well the
hot tears that fell upon my hand, as it was
clisped between the bony and shriveled ones
of my mother. 1 thought then that she wept
because she was going to die; but 1 know
nriw it wai deeper sorrow, that shook her so
fearfully. Here, too, beneath this very tree,
we sat,' w ith hand fist locked in hand, on the
eve of our niarri ige, and hern the minister
lditsed us, and called us one. All these
tilings l.cc; '.no present w illi me. I lived a
lain in th- i r.isi; and my spirit returned to
its former peace. I abandoned my design of
a frolic. I thought only of Clusy; for Love
and F.-.ith nneo more blossomed in my heart;
and I hastened to r-tic:i the path which leal
to the pretty cottage t!i ,t her loving mistress
had built for her. I ran; 1 flow along in
winding; and, almost breathless, I reached
the viny sh tihev -j her perch. 1 would clasp
her to n. y heart, wlie'li was throbbing with
but cue iv.-eat pulse, for her ; for her me ;
in; love mv wife. I would assure her of
m riove; I would me':? ,i:,ieiv! for :.!! ;
i ...ner coldii.--;s. I iw.s no t rl y i as-no w i1 !i
the violence of my feelings. Oil. (JoJ ! what
ili I I far! '.My e.Iaster rushed from the cot
tage as I drrw near; bis faeo flushed, bis
eyes terribly bright. As if by the help of a
flash of lightning, I saw the truth. Too hor
rible it is to speak of! 1 h el never been
jealous i f Cl"-'y; why h ;d I ii"t? She was
beautiful. She was in her master's power.
She w..s in the power of every white man
th..t chose to possess her. She w as no long
er mine. Slic was not my wife. And the
b 'bo that slept under her bosom ; that, too.
A thousand devils seemed to possess me! I
ru-!iej into the house. She lay there on her
couch, pale and almost lifeless. 1 know not
what 1 did. I know not bow long a time
had parsed. I only remember that Clusy
hy stretched upon ihe floor, and the hot blood
that gushed from her mouth and nostrils was
wetting my f. rt, and stood in puddles upon
the ground. A horrible thought that I had
murdered In r took possession of me. I lift
ed her up and bore her to a ueifrhhoring
spring. I bullied her bead; her hands. I
drenched her with cold water. For minutes
that seemed hours, years, ages, I walched to
see whether she would live or die. At
length, slowly and faintly, she. opened her
eyes; nnd tho horrid guilt of murder, like a
great weight, was life I from my soul, 1
wept, I prayed. I covi led her hands, her
arms, her very feet with kisses. I blessed
her w ith blessings that seemed wrought on
of my heart's blood.
"Sho appeared very weak ; too weak to
utter a sound, though she often strove to do
so; but she feebly pressed my h..nd; and
when she turned those large, living, truthful
eyes full upon me, linking into my very
soul, I know that she was guiltless. What
ever oihers might have done, jijc bad done
no wrong. At length I became completely
exhausted. I sank down beside her, weak
nnd helpless r.s a child; and, side by side,
with cheek resting against cheek, we slept
together. Clusy was the first to wake, 'La
co,' sho whispered, 'rie, I pray you ! Massa
will be very angry, it we are seen here to
gether!' "Why, what doyou mean!" I cried, starl
ing up in alarm, "you are my v, if, my own
wife! Did not M est .Minister, himself, say
What Cad hath joined lo-ri ther, let no man
put asunder! 1 cannot leave V"ii, for vou arc
ill." ' "
" 'O, you must, I shall die soon, Laco; very
soon and then vou will Ii avo tin mere troub
le your baby will never see t.ie light. It is
yours, she ad-led, in a hollow w hisper '..ml 1
have kept it pure for your sake.' After a
short pause she resumed; 'I believe I must
lei! you now, Laco; I thought 1 never should
but 1 believe 1 must. 1 shail never gel an
other chance. Let us go to tho woods. 1
d.ire no! speak here.' She attempted to rise;
but fe:l back quite rxh.iuste.l. 'Can ynu
carry mo!' sho whispered faintly. 1 took
her in my arms and bore her to the wood
She was so lijl.t and thin it seemed like car
rying a shadow. 'Clusy,' I cried in agony;
iiovr uracil you must have sulfered! And
why; why couhl I nut havu known ii!'
' I w ill tell you;' she answered, 'hut bush
na 1 he quick; '1 piled together a In-ap offresh
leaves, and laid h",- oentiy down. 'Sit down
hy me now, Laco, and turn your eyes away;
for ynu must not loel; at me while 1 am tell
ing.'' " "O, I wish some of the fino ladies, who
think lh.it the slave woman has no virtue; no
sens" own ofd. ee..ev; could h.-vo seen wilh
what n sweet and shrinking uiodealy she to!d
lli revolting tale; and when it was finished
how she bid her he id in m v bosom, and wept
so piteously! It wan a common story, I have
since faun I. 1 1 er master w is enamored of
her beauty. 1 1 .' h id sought in vain to win
her favor; at first by entreaty, by presents
and 11 ii'e -ry, then by violence, and the most a-hu.-ive
ta itarul.' 'nd why u'id you not
tell mo this before, f'iusyl' 1 asked.
" '!),' sji.l sho, looking up in my face, and
at the same time clinging tj nie wiili a con
vulsive shudder, -he s mi he would kill ynu,
if I ever told: and massa very strong; massa
very er.m.i.ig; niissi very rich. What
could poor slive dot I never should dare, to
tell now, only the Lord Jesus Christ came to
me I--
t ii
'lit i;
,d .iv 1
lie S.
poor s'tive woman c"ane to bi n pro.
cully. 'I'
ore is no soldier; lliere i no bny-
ing w here tho Lord Jesus is; there is no
gi ng to in ike poor woman wicked; no more.'
"'lis surely has not darcd to llirr you,
Clusy!' I interrupted.
"Look here," 8ho answered, with a shud
der, 'sen if Clusy t, the truth, or no-' She
drew aside from iier b ick the ono looso gar
ment, and O, my (;)(! that soil whitu iTkin
was cut up an I crossed and si amed in all
directions; and there were deep ridges, and
running sores. And all this sho had homo
without co.r.pl lint, ,)r my s ike for the love
of virtue fur the inborn love of purity O,
(ind! it was hard to look upon, and' think
1 bid no power to help her!"
We paus -d, uuiblo fur some time to speak
farther. Ilo shuok from hea l tj fjot, and
groins burst from bis heaving bosom.
At length bo grew calm and continued.
'Ve resolved to'apply for advice toiha min
ister who hud married us. Ho was a Presby
terian. Mr. nnd Mrs. C , were mem
bers of bis church. Clusy and I, also, were
baptized members of bis flock. I bore my
wife to the cottage nnd laid her on the couch;
and having summoned an old woman to at
tend to her, and to inform hrr mistress that
she was ill, I went in pursuit of tho minister.
1 had tho good fortune to find liim. I told
him my story, in words that seoiaed to bum
mo ns I uttered them. And what do you
think he said! He said there, irm no help
that 1 must Fu'mu't! Think of that. Chris
tians! a minister of the gospel in high stan
ding, deliberately instructs one member of
his church to sin, that another member may
he accomodated in sin! Think of that, hus
bands yo who have beds ynu can call your
own! yo who have honor to lose 1 must sub
mit to see my w ilo polluted! 1 must submit
to see her scourged, because sho would not
yield herself willingly! And n.'ie tnilst sub
mil! Think of that wives! Think of it, ail
ye modest and virtuous women, who h ivo
husbands, and brothers, and friends, and tho
i.r.vii, to wall round and protect your purity,
sa that the shadow of evil may not approach
you a genilc and lovely, and delicate wo
man ay, nnd as modest and virtuous as any
of you although she had hern taught by
her own pure an. I loving nature although
sho was shielded only by the majesty of in
nocence she w ho had borne repeated stripes
and bilter sorrow, rather than pollution she
was told by her minister her spiritual guide
ami pattern, that she must commit a damning
sin, thai she must have no conscience of her
own that her in as'er was answerable for her
olfences! She was told this by Ihe very
man w ho had placed on her brow tho seal
of baptism who had mocked her w ith the
rite of marriage! Think cf this, all ye vir
tuous all ye pious women of the land; and if
your virtue, your piety, nre not a mere shnin
are not a damning lie givo speedy help
to the thousands of women all of them
your sisters in the bonds of Humanity ma
ny of them your sisters in the bonds of Chris
tianity who nre daily pmetitnted on the al
tar of slavery! while the black-hearted, lying
Priests, lift up their blooody bands in conse
cration of the rile!
"Is it strange that I hated religion that 1
hated the very form of man? for I eainn to
believu that a devil incarnate had taken pos
si ssion of it!
"I dreaded to communicate this intelli
gence to Clusy; but sho was prepared.
When I told her all, a superhuman strength
seemed to possess her. The poor, ignorant,
weak, and almost dying woman, was chang
ed at once into the form of a seraph. Iier
eyes shone with terrible brightness, as she
rose up and sat erect on her couch, her long
black silken hair streaming, w ith a contrast
almost lerrilic, over her pale features. Her
eyes were raised toward heaven; and for
some moments she seemed conversing with
the spirits that dwell there. At length she
turned her eyes upon me, wilh a dignity and
majesty I cannot describe although it aston
ished and terrilicd me; for I thought 1 had
seen a spirit. "Then ho is a liar," sho said
"and the Lord Jesus Christ never sent him.
lie came from Hall; and hu will return to
Hell again. lint the innocent will triumph!
(iod never will forsake his children!" A ra
ili nice not of carlh overspread her foaluies.
She sank gently down upon her comai, i.j if
the ban, Is of angels had supported he'. I
could almost feel the breath irota their fan
ning plumes fori knew tiny were wnuhing
her, when she slept so sw ; '. y, a lamb a
mong prowling wolves. Yet in her simple
f..iih tiho rested securely; fur (Jod kept
her.
"I v. iil not, nnd I need not, recount hero
all the disgusting steps in this affair. Clusy
and I were happier than we had been; since
we had i,o secrets from each other. In the
dtcpest trouble) we could kneel down nnd
pray together; and we were not left entirely
w ii limit comfort, hitler and heavy as theyokc
of bondage was. For Cod drew near unto
our souls in the day of trouble; and our
good mistress, to whom the whole affair be
came known, not only felt for, but shared our
sorrows.
1 should linvo told you that en tho Sab
bath following the Fourth of July alluded to,
the AVc. Mr. Lovegi.hl broko the bread of
lite, and administered the communion. Tho
seducer, lue adulterei the tenfold murderer
was there, and paitook of the holy feast not
only unrcbukod, but wilh the smiling appro
bation of his kind pastor. Our master, find
ing that 1 had become apprised of his con
duct, threw oil' all disguise, and openly de
clared that after the birth of her child, Chi
sy should be bis exclusively; threatening, if
I made the least opposition, to sell nie into
Louisiana, lo Ihe birth ot our child that
event so pleasing to most parculs, we looked
forward wilh the most agonizing fears. How
wo were sustained I know not; but it really
seemed as if an angel bad entered int.) lb."
heart of my wife; for w hat else could have
supported hut! From d ly to day she bore
punishments which I cannot report which I
dare not oven think of with a heroic gentle
ness which was nerved to Buffer all tilings,
but to yield nothing. Sho endured w ith iho
spirit of a lamb; but sho resisted wilh the
heart of a lion.
"It was early in the month of September
tint Mr. C, in ..ttemptiug to extort a premiso
from Clusy ta fivnr his wishes, became so
exasperated by her refusal, ih.it bo ordered
the overseer to bestow forty lashes on her
h ick which had never been permitted to heal.
She in vain pleaded that flight and agitation
bad mado her very iil that sho could not
evuuslaiid. She w;i3 bound to tho stake;
and while cruel and vulgar men mocked her
agony, TiiEiiE our ba'ir wis burn! Hid I
been there, nil tho devils in Hell eauld not
have kept mo from defending her. But I had
been purposely sent at some distance from
homo, and on mv return. 1 found tho wretch
ed mother scarcely alive, and the dead child
lying beside her.
" 'Ob, bless i.nd praise Cod!" were the
first faint words she uttered, that be has ta
ken our babo before she knew what it is to
be a slave-woman!' Think, of this, ye
wives, whose maternal anguish is alleviated
by all that love, and friendship, and art and
science, can do! think if ye would see your
own daughters gull'er the like; and inasmuch
ns ye would not, strivo to redeem these al
so, from the bitter degradation tho cruel
sutTering!
"Although extremely weak I found my
wife perfectly sane. Her kind mistress liai
done everything that could then bo done to
promote her safety and comfort. When I
arrived sho wns holding n pale hand of tho
sufferer between both of hers, and bathing it
with her tears. She loved poor Clusy with
a sister's love; but she could do nothing to
save her.
"Three weeks from that night, I escaped
with my wife; for her master bad begun to
renew his base proposals. I asked her if
she dared to undertake the journey, in her
then weak state. I told her of tho blood
hounds, el' the rillo shots, of tho nameless
tortures that would await us, if retaken; for
Clusy bad been kindly dealt with almost all
her life and knew very little of slavery. "1
can die," she replied; "I nm ready ami wil
ling; and I must die soon; but 1 cannot live
hero. That answer determined me. I boro
hrr in my arms that night, to the heart of n
thick swamp; and, on the cold wet earth wb
nestled together. There was no terror in the
numerous serpents and reptiles that crept
aroutiJ and crawled over us. They were
not so cold, or so venomous, as tho heart of
the slave-holdr r. We seldom stirred abroad
by day; but at night wo crept from our biding
place, found out the north star, and resumed
our journey. When sho was overcome w ith
fatigue, which often happened, I earned her
in my nrms; and I really began to hope that
the prospect of liberty would be tho elixir of
life, nnd completely restore her; but 1 found
that there is no medicine to heal a broken
heart. True, she seemed, nt times, much
Btronger her ryes grew brighter every day;
and her fair cheek was tinged with a deep
spot of red, but when wo bad reached the.
j northern boundary of Maryland, she could
go no lariuer..
" 'Lay me down," she whispered. "It is
useless to strive on. I have panted for free
dom. I have struggled hard for it; but I
can struggle no longer. Pile nie a bed of
h aves, and sit down beside me; for I feel
that I am dying. There, let the north wind
blow upon my cheek, for it is the breath of tho
free; and let me look once more upon tho
bright star we have-followcd so long. It has
been our only friend. Do you think it
will shine in heaven, Laco! Ah, now I boar
angels singing songs of freedom! 1 shall
ne r satTer any mote; I have no pain no
sorrow. Cd w ill send a good spirit to lead
you, i..r loeb in. I, into the land of liberty!
O, tio I, p;ly and fergive poor Massa! Oh,
Lord! bios;, dear, dear. Missis! Is tiiero a
cloud upon tiie moon! It is dark dark.
And, now a bright light is springing up with
in mo; and through it I seo heaven! Never
mourn for Clusy! she is fbce! kiif..!! Sho
murmured a few indistinct words cf praiso
and pray.-r; then her lips were still; and I
saw that w ithout a struggle the free soul bad
departed.
"In the deep loneliness of a w idowed heart
I sit by her till morning, nnd then by tho
help of a small II it stone, but mostly with
my bands atone I hollowed out a gravo in
the sandy eailh. Micro I buried hrr. Them
I stt all day, so absorbed in my sorrow that
I saw nothing of the flight of lime, until il
was dark again. The melancholy owl camo
out and mourned with nie. It seemed then
as if I had companionship as if an intelli
gent being had spoken to me; and I, for tho
first time, gave utterance lo my grief aloud.
At length a whippoorw ill came and sat upon
tho new grave, and sang her plaintive song.
I thought the pure spirit spoke to me in tho
voice of that genlln bird: and then tho angel
of peace dropped bis wings upon my weary
soul, and I slept.
"I left her there sleeping in the lonely
woods of Maryland; but I brought with mi)
a shadow, which no earthly sun can chase a
way. Tell my story," he added as bo rose
from the ground "publish it abroad; for if
any woman can hear it without a wish; a de
termination to labor w ith all her might to a
bolish tub si.avkrv of woman, 1 impeach
her virtue. She is .not tiu'k sho i-a Nor
PC UK!" Liberty Vhimeu
A TRUE PICTURE.
Henry C. Wright in one of his European
letters written on tho lihine, thus relates a
conversation which ha bad with a German.
"Hero I am 6afc, bag and baggage, aboard
tho downward boat, and now can look at the
town. It is a beautiful spot; mountains in
tho Liistance; open, fertile plains nil around.
Thus far. th Rhine valley is most fertile and
rich, iiiid very broad. The mountains on
either baud are approaching to tho river.
Several are still with me from Switzerland
and Prussia, and some from linden, who
speak F.nglish, and our whole till; in of sla
very, anti-slavery, mobs, and lynch law in
America. "You are not so law-abiding in
America as are the people of Lairope," said
my Frankfort friend. "By far tuu law-abiding,"
I said. ' If the peoplo cared less for
law, and more f .r iA, there, slavery bad
lung ago ceased." He was amazed, and
thought I was an anarchist, in good earnest.
"What can you mean?" said he. "What I
say," said I. "The peoplo of Vmerica are
too law-abiding." "How happen your mobs,
then!" he asked. "Uecauso the people caro
more for law than for justice and humanity.
Tho '.'to, the .supreme I iw of the land, tlio
t'omtiluiiuu, supports slavery. Abolitionists
seek to abolish slavery. To maintain thu
law, the people, backed up by the religion
and government of the country, mob us!"
"Hy the rcei'n.'" he exclaimed. "Yes, by
the religion." "I thought you were a Chris
tian people," said lie. "You woro never
moro mistaken," I said. "America is a
heathen, a .iiiv tpe land as really so as Ilin
dostan or Now Zealand. Her staple business
is breeding men and women for the market,
like cattle. She robs and sho murders
Swords and guns, gibbets and gallows, whips
and chains, are her chief emblems. CHRIS
TIANITY that religion of love, forgive
ness, justice and human brotherhood is not
known by that nation, as a nation. She has
all the marks of heathenism and of a savage
state." Ho gaped and stared; but I gavn
my proofs, and they could not be gainsaid."

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