lytes to their tenets;-to gratify their pride, lust, revenge, and avarice, in this manner hundreds and thousands of wretched mortals are brutally massacred. Ye crimson plains! never, oh, never cover their blood! and ye briny seas, hide not the thousands of their lacerated bodies which you have received in your bosom, but expose them, and with them their murderers' guilt, to the world.

PATRIOTIC PROPOSITION.

THERE are many spirits of partyism I deplore and deprecate, but none so much as the bitter one existing between the Slaveites and Anti-slaveites. I saw it in embryo thirty years ago, in infancy twenty years ago, and progressing to maturity three or four years ago; and as a rock torn from some lofty mountain's summit, rolls down its side and gains new force and swiftness as it flies, so is it in the abolition controversy; it has already brought forth mobocracy and Lynch laws, and without the resurrection of patriotism, it will most assuredly bring forth anarchy, and its slow but certain off. spring, military despotism. But to sincerely endeavour to conciliate the above parties, is certainly an imperative duty.

I consider and believe that the brightest and richest of the American population are in both the above parties, and I love and respect them both, our difference of opinion to the contrary notwithstanding. I think I can safely say, in the millions of miles I have travelled, I never found a more hospitable people than the citizens of the south, the peasantry of Ireland, and the savages of Africa; the first, when I was a stranger, took me in and supplied my wants, and would not receive a cent; the second gave me butter-milk to drink; the third, when I asked for water gave me palm wine. I could mention other parts of America where they took me in when I was a stranger, but it was the wrong way. The remembrance of the pleasing scenes and pleasurable attachments I formed in the south, to the present moment endears them to Indeed the brave Baltimoreans were my most generous and numerous patrons, and to them I dedicate this work, with grateful affection to the children, for the generosity, liberality, and hospitality with which their parents treated me before they were born.

me.

I will now venture, with great diffidence on my own part, and much deference to the anti-slaveites, to address a few friendly thoughts to them. I have been myself too acrimonious in my animadversions on the subject of slavery.

Affectionate admonition, Christian forbearance, and charitable remonstrances, are calculated to convince, or at least conciliate the parties; and, at all events, continue and consolidate a brotherly union. Many of the southern planters see no evil in slavery, (like myself for many years,) and when unchristian means are used to convince them of their error, instead of convincing it confirms them therein. Few have written more, not many sacrificed more, and not one pities the slave and his children more than myself; but I also pity the master and his children, because I know, by sad experience, that the effeminacy, incontinency, and sensuality produced by slavery, is destructive to the bodies and souls of the last, as its severity, flagellation, and privation is to the slaves. Witness the increase by procreation in the families of the slaves, and the decrease in those of their masters..

I would not believe in the sin of slavery; yet I was a truly sincere religionist, and for two years I heard a voice whis pering in reason's ear, these, or words like these, to wit: "How can you profess to love God above all things, and your neighbour as yourself, and yet live at your ease on his labour, and trample on his rights, and do to him what you would not wish him to do to you?" Yes, for two years some good spirit of love was inculcating these, or words like these, upon my juvenile mind, before I would believe and obey. Wherefore, taught by that "power that pitied and bore with my disobedience so long, I have learned to bear with and pity those slaveites, who still see no evil in slavery." If mild and merciful expostulation will not convince them, sure I am the asperity of vituperation will not do it. Let us for a moment view the condition of the black population in the anti-slave states. Here they are often distressed, despised, and degraded; many suffer and perish every winter for want of the necessaries of life; two thousand instances might be given, but let two suffice.

Some years ago, one cold night, I heard one watchman tell another, that in a certain deserted wretched hovel, a

number of vagrants were sleeping; they forthwith went to the place; one of them placed himself before the entrance to the hovel, (which had no door, fire, furniture or fuel,) to keep all these wretched mortals from escaping, while the other sprung his rattle and collected a large posse of watchmen, and had twenty-one taken to the watch-house, chiefly all blacks; they were huddled together like hogs, male and female, blacks and whites promiscuously, and were not making the least noise when they were interrupted as aforesaid; two only were left in the hovel, a female and her new-born babe, in a state of inexpressible wretchedness on the naked floor; one of the prisoners, as she was going to the watch-house, said to me, while the big round tears were falling on her half-famished infant, which appeared to me to be a literal weeping skeleton; I only (said this wretched African) went there to shelter from the storm, and now I must go to prison; and they were all sent to prison next day. One evening last winter, I saw a crowd of people laughing at a poor perishing black man; I immediately helped him up and begged him to come with me where he might get warmed, but he was not able to walk even with my assistance, and none of the crowd would help me till another black man came along and helped me to a neighbourhood where I thought some humane people resided, but none would take him in: at last I offered a woman twenty-five cents to let the poor man come in and warm himself by her stove; she consented, and we helped him over hillocks of snow with great difficulty to her door, which she fastened and would not let him in. He stood some time shivering by the door-post, while I entreated her to let him in, but all in vain; as my only alternative, I had to go and engage a wheel-barrow and convey him to the watch-house, as he was now unable to walk at all; he was dead in the morning, and literally perished for want, surrounded with professional saints, in the city of brotherly love.

When I remember the many miseries I have seen the poor coloured people suffer, I am grieved and pained, and almost provoked. Every day, may be seen in the streets of Philadelphia, this winter, half-frozen and half-naked coloured people, begging from door to door for a morsel of bread to preserve them from starvation! I would humbly ask, if God was grieved at the heart to see the oppression and violence

of the ignorant antediluvians, how must he feel to view the prejudice of opinion and consequent oppression of the citizens of the North, as well as the slavery of the South.

When the King and Court of Heaven looks down on the most enlightened and favoured nation that is or ever was on earth, and beholds their oppressive policy to the Indians, the original proprietors of this land, and the Africans, who changed the frigid forests of America to fertile flelds and flower gardens, the stinking swamps to splendid cities, how must he feel, what must he think,—if I, a weak, frail, vile child of mortality feel grieved, how must he feel! See Genesis, chap. vi. verse 6, for answer.

"And God saw that the wickedness of man was great in the earth, and that every imagination of the thoughts of his heart was only evil continually.

"And it repented the Lord that he had made man on the earth, and it grieved him at his heart."

What is the most refined human parental tenderness, compared to the divine tenderness of our Almighty and all-merciful Redeemer? It is like streams of water compared to the ocean. Do not the birds and beasts of prey, the most blood-thirsty savages and bloody tyrants, feel for their offspring, and even die in their defence, and will God have no feeling for his suffering rational creatures? Did we feel and fight for our fellow citizens in ignoble slavery in Algiers, and in British bondage on the ocean, and not only delivered them from oppression, but also punished their oppressors, and will God do less for his rational offspring, in worse than Algerine or British bondage?

I have seen, and in imagination behold this very moment, the child forced by violence from the mother's embrace, and the whip descending on her naked back. I saw one stroke, and turned away from the shocking sight: also, an old woman bending with age, stretched on the ground and flogged on the bare posteriors, because she forgot to take the pipe out of her mouth when she spoke to her tyrant; and a young mulatto girl with an iron ring round her face, which entered her mouth, so that she could neither spit nor speak-it was fastened with a padlock behind her head; her mistress, a rich and respectable lady, kept the key. Even the little children have to commence their early hardships and sorrows at from