so, and superintended the flames until they were consumed to ashes. The wife of the author had the happiness, afterwards, of procuring the freedom of this poor. woman and her family. Ir is certainly our duty to relieve the poor and wretched, whether they be our own countrymen or strangers. Some caution however is necessary in order that our kindness may not be abused by impostors. But I feel as if I never could refuse a poor African. They have been so injured-robbed and spoiled by wicked white men, that I always feel as if we had a great debt to pay them. I hope young people will treat them kindly. Ask them too, a few questions. You may hear something worth hearing, and remembering too. If you find that they can read, give them some book or tract which will tell of Him who came to break every yoke, and let the oppressed go free. The Negro Boy may take this good news home with him to his native land, and tell it to hundreds. THE INDIAN AND THE PLANTER. AN Indian, far from home, and hungry and thirsty, called at the house of a white planter and asked for rest and water. The white ma: only replied "Get you gone, you Indian dog, you shall have nothing here." A long time after, the white man was lost in the woods, and came to an Indian wigwam. The Indian gave him food and repose, and in the morning conducted him within sight of the settlement. As he was about to depart, he asked the white man if he knew him? The white man began to offer excuses, but the Indian interrupted him, saying, “When you see a poor Indian fainting for a cup of water, dont say again, 'get you gone, you Indian dog!'" FROM MRS. ELLIS'S "DRAWING-ROOM SCRAP BOOK." AH! who has not felt, when the world has seemed cold, Sweet innocent childhood! thy charm is the same, Thou hast in thy treasury silver and gold, Then keep the bright gifts to thy infancy given; The prince and the peasant one portion must share, But, as thou, happy childhood! thy sweetness canst throw Round the path of the poor-in the cottage of woe; So, brighter and sweeter thy influence should be, Beloved by a nation whose hope dwells with thee. THE ANNIVERSARY OF FREEDOM, 1844. For many generations, the poor negroes on this beautiful island suffered all the cruelties and horrors of slavery. Through the efforts of Christian Missionaries, they were emancipated and made free, Angust 1, 1838. Every year the 1st of August is celebrated in Jamaica, not with riot and feasting, but in thanksgiving and praise to God. CHILDREN of Freedom sing! Sing for the thraldom's fled, Reigns far away! Raise, raise your voices high! Millions are slaves to day; But HERE there shines the ray Come then, and praise the Lord! 'Twas his Almighty word Sever'd the chain: He, on his lofty throne, Heard the loud captives' groan Made the case all his own Triumph did gain! Blessed then be the Lord, Soon, soon may every slave Roll, freedom, round the world! Plead, Lord, for the opprest; Thou shalt be ever blest, Judging the right! P. H. C. |