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Show 7G A FUGI'l'IVE SLAVE. genius, to posterity. But as time shall step between them and the future, none will be sougllt after with more enthusiasm or greater pleasure than that of 'iVilbcrforcc. No man's philosophy was ever mottlclcd in a nobler cast than his; it was founded in the school of Christianity, which was, that all men arc by nature equal; that they arc wisely and justly endowed by their Creator with certain rights which arc incfrngablc, and no mottcr how human pride and avarice may depress and debase, still God is the author of good to man ; and of evil, man is the artificer to himself and to his species. U ~like Plato and Socrates, his mind was free from the gloom that surroumlcd theirs. Let the name, the ,,m·th, the zeal, and other excellent qualifications of tl1is noble man, ever live in our hearts, let his deeds ever be the theme of our praise, and let us teach our children to honor and love the name of Willliam \Vilberforce. Lt>SDOY. ~an:atibc of ~lbcli lilt~ ~1Hr)!. IT was a beautiful morning as eyer glittered over the broad Atlantic. 'l'hc sun had the brightness and the sky the soft cerulean with which the month of June adorns the latitude of Carolina. The sea was not heavy nor rolling, but its motion was just enough to make its waves sparkle uuder the slanting rays of the morning sun. Mary stood with her betrothed iu the bow of the boat, as it gracefully ploughed its way towards New York. She was only eighteen, and Albert was just twenty. Mary was on her way to Troy, to complete her stuclics in the excellent institution for young l:ldic~, which has sent out some of the brightest ornaments of their sex, to refine and bless the world. She had been entrusted to Albert's care, who was to spend |