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Show lo8 Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl. hyn1ns ; an d t1 1oy do not trouble their hoa l.s n1nch about the nloa uro. They often sing tho follo\Vlng versos: "Old Satan is one busy ole man; lie rolls dcm blocks all in my way; But J c~us i 111y bosom friend; He rolls dem blocks away. " If I had died when I was young, Den how my stam'ring tongue would have sung; [ But I am ole, and now I stand A narrow chance for to tread dat heavenly land." I well remember one occa ion when I attended a Methodist cla s 1neotiug. I \vent ·with a burdened spirit, and happened to ·it _next a . poor, berea~ed mother, whoso heart was .ttll hoaYtor than m1ne. Tho class loa<ler \vas tho town constable -a 1nan who bought and sold. slaYe , who whi pp.od hi: b:·othron m~d sisters of tho church at tho pnl>ltc \Vlupptng po ·t, 111 jail or out of jail. lie \vas ready to por~o:·n1 t~u1t Chri ·tian office any where for fifty cents. 1lns \\'lute-faced, Llack-hoarteu brother cmuo ncar 1L , and. said to '[ the stricken \VOnlan, " Si,'tc r, can't yon toll us how the Lord deals with your soul ? J)o yon loYo hin1 as yon did fonncrly? '' I he ro o to her foot, and saicl, in piteous tones, "}.Iy Lord and. ~fa tor, help 1110 ! ~ly load i.· 1nore ~ than I can bear. God. ha, hid hirnsolf fro1n 1nc, and T I a1u left in darkness and. 1ni~cry ." Then, .:triking her breast, she conti nuocl, " I can, t tell yon \vhn.L i~ in here ! They've got all n1y chiltlron. Last week they took the last one. Gocl only knows whore they vc sold her. They let n1c have her sixteen year,, and then 0! 0! Pray for her brothers and. sister~! The Church and Slavery. I've got nothing to live for no\v. God n1ake my ti1uo short! " he sat clo\vn, quivering in every }jn1b. I sa\Y that constable cla · · loauor becon1o crinlf-IOn in the face ·wiLh sup pre eel laugh tor, ·while he hohl up his hanc1kcrchief, that tho o \vho ·wore weeping for tho poor \YOman's cala1nity n1ight not soc lti.· Jncrrin1cut. Then, with as u1nccl 0Tavity, he saicl to th bereaved. rnothcr, "Si ·tor, pray to tho LorJ that ov ry di 'ponsation of his divino will n1ay be sanctified to the good of your poor needy soul ! " The congregation struck up a hyn1n, ancl sung as though they wore as free as the birds that \var ulcd round us,- "Ole Satan thought he had a mighty aim; He missed my soul, and caught my sins. Cry Amen, cry Amen, cry Amon to God! "He took my sins upon his back; "\V cnt muttering and grumbling clown to hell. Cry Amen, cry Amen, cry Amen to God! "Ole Satan's church is here l.Jclow. Up to God's free church I hope to go. Cry Amen, cry Amen, cry Amen to God! " Precious arc such n1omonts to tho poor s1aYo ·. If you were to hoar thon1 at nch tin1os, yon n1ight think they were happy. But can that hour of ·ingino· and shouting su ·tain them through tho dreary \vcck, toiling without ·wages, under con taut dread of tho la 'h? The Episcopal clorgy1nan, \vho, over ·inco n1y earliest recollection, had been a ·ort of god an1ong tho slaveholder , concluded, as his fun1ily \vas large, that he must go where 1nouey was n1oro abundant. .A 10 |