It was always a remarkable feature in these insurrections and riots that only Negroes were killed during the rioting, and that all the white men escaped unharmed.

ot all nor nearly all of the murders done by white men, during the past thirty years in the South, have come to light, but the statistics as gathered and preserved by white men, and which have not been questioned, show that during these years more than ten thousand Negroes have been killed in cold blood, without the formality of judicial trial and legal execution. And yet, as evidence of the absolute impunity with which the white man dares to kill a Negro, the same record shows that during all these years, and for all these murders only three white men have been tried, convicted, and executed.

In slave times the Negro was kept subservient and submissive by the frequency and severity of the scourging, but, with freedom, a new system of intimidation came into vogue; the Negro was not only whipped and scourged; he was killed.

The blows were not administered with a light hand, I assure you, and doubtless the severity of the lashing has made me remember the incident so well

hey were not so much responsible for the curse under which I was born, as the God of nature and the fathers who framed the Constitution for the United States

. If I have portrayed the dark side of slavery, I also have painted the bright side

I once saw a young slave girl dying soon after the birth of a child nearly white. In her agony she cried out, "O Lord, come and take me!" Her mistress stood by, and mocked at her like an incarnate fiend. "You suffer, do you?" she exclaimed. "I am glad of it. You deserve it all, and more too."

  I WAS born a slave; but I never knew it till six years of happy childhood had passed away

Secondly, the mistress, with whom she lived till she was twelve years old, was a kind, considerate friend, who taught her to read and spell.

handsome

  Maggie had long been the favorite maidservant of her mistress, havingattained the position through merit. She was also nurse and foster mother tothe two last children of Mrs. Franks, and loved them, to all appearance, as herown. The children reciprocated this affection, calling her “Mammy.”

Maria, my dear, you look careworn; are you indisposed?” inquired Franksof his wife, who during conversation sat silent.

The nearest estimate I can give makes me now between twenty-seven and twenty-eight years of age. I come to this, from hearing my master say, some time during 1835, I was about seventeen years old.

and it is the wish of most masters within my knowledge to keep their slaves thus ignorant. I do not remember to have ever met a slave who could tell of his birthday

  I WAS born in Tuckahoe, near Hillsborough, and about twelve miles from Easton, in Talbot county, Maryland.

Puts up to God a fervent prayer,

Whitfield's contempo::~~ning to him an~ h:s at s~pped the poet's energies become another Edgar Allan p •es thought th b famrly only minimal support-oe

Yet even in is Jass was perhaps the fi d y what he actu· II d' ore by what he and others h k irst to eel W a y id , s ac led to an uninspiring . b are hitneld a d' h accomplish as a poet. Doug· a,nd con~umed hjs time whii: r -tha_t of harberin ~sh eartening example of geniu~

Sojourner Truth was the name triumphantly adopted by Isabella, a one-time slave, after forty years of struggle first to become free and then to settle on the mission she felt God intended for her.

A leading exponent of liberty in both the abolitionist and feminist movements in the mid-nineteenth century, Sojourner Truth was an extraordinarily self-possessed person. The singularity of her identity and the impossibility of labeling her are epito-mized in her appropriation of "I am that I am," the words God speaks in the Bible in answer to Moses's attempt to give the Lord a name.

The unnerved officer vanished. Sojourner Truth went on to her destina-tion undisturbed.

Slavery has fixed a deep gulf between you and us, and while it shuts out from you the relief and consolation which your friends would willingly render, it afflicts and persecutes you with a fierce-ness which we might not expect to see in the fiends of hell. But still the Almighty Father of mercies has left to us a glimmering ray of hope, which shines out like a lone star in a cloudy sky. Mankind are becoming wiser, and better—the oppressor’s power is fading, and you, every day, are becoming better informed, and more numerous.

We have been contented in sitting still and mourning over your sorrows, earnestly hoping that before this day your sacred liberties would have been restored. But, we have hoped in vain. Years have rolled on, and tens of thousands have been borne on streams of blood and tears, to the shores of

of the North, East, and West

They are afraid to treat us worse, for they know well, the day they do it they are gone

may God Almighty, who is the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, open your hearts to understand and believe the truth.

we Coloured People of these United States, are, the most wretched, degraded and abject set of beings that over lived since the world began, down to the present day, and, that, the white Christians of America, who hold us in slavery, (or, more properly speaking, pretenders to Christianity,) treat us more cruel and barbarous than any Heathen nation did any people whom it had subjected, or reduced to the same condition, that the Americans (who are, notwithstanding, looking for the Millennial day) have us

How much do you want for this woman?' · "'Fifteen hundred piasters,' replied the auctioneer. "'Fifteen hundred piasters,' Alfred rejoined dryly.

Good day, Master,

I st00d d~mbstruck before the sublime diversity of God's works.

the question I want to pursue here is why Allen should want to make a book, or two, to begin with. At one level, it was a show of dignified protest in a very Methodist vein.

Richard Allen, born a slave, freed by his own savings, and one of the leading black citizens of early national Philadelphia, produced the first known hymnbook compiled by an African-American in 1801.

. The hymn as text, on the other hand, moves farther and more quickly through oral, manuscript, periodical, broadside, and codex media, bearing the signs of revision and adaptation that come with such promiscuous travels

Madame Paulina was left a widow, unhappy -unprotected, and exposed to all the horrors of the revolution

-_______ A Haytien Tale

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; Madame Paulina was left a widow, unhappy -unprotected, and exposed to all the horrors of the revolution. Not without much unhappiness, she saw that if she would save her life from the inhumanity of her country's enemy, she must depart from the endeared village ofher innocent childhood; still dear to her, though now it was become a theatre of many tragic scenes. The once verdant plains, round its environs had been crimsoned with the blood of innocence, and the nature of the times afforded no security to the oppressed natives of Saint Nicholas

When the whole human race by sin had fall'n, He deign'd to die that they might rise again

Jesus' blood for your redemption flows. See him with hands out-stretcht upon the cross;

'Twas not long since I left my native shore The land of errors, and Egyptain gloom:

pressed her to have me baptized; when to my great joy, she told me I should. She had formerly asked my master to let me be baptized, but he had refused; however she now insisted on it; and he being under some obligation to her brother complied with her request; so I was baptized

There were likewise slaves daily to attend us, while my young master and I with other boys sported with our darts and bows and arrows, as I had been used to do at home. In this resemblance to my former happy state I passed about two months; and I now began to think I was to be adopted into the family

My father was one of those elders or chiefs I have spoken of, and was styled Embrenche; a term, as I remember, importing the highest distinction, and Page 6 signifying in our language a mark of grandeur. This mark is conferred on the person entitled to it, by cutting the skin across at the top of the forehead, and drawing it down to the eye-brows; and while it is in this situation applying a warm hand, and rubbing it until it shrinks up into a thick weal across the lower part of the forehead.