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Show 112 Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl. no n1 on c y ' n . '1' 1 d. , 1 ' t I . b t he would bring rne nice fruit when f the sea on (' .. t me I a keJ hun 1 10 tun n1ow 101 1 ca · . · . . . t 1.1,v. and that ,·laY · \vcre wh1ppcd It wa.s contrary o ( ' l '111. J u• upn• oneu,l 1(' 01• tc"chino· ouch other to rcac. us (,II o banro urrht t 1' t . int o hi eyes. " Don't Lc trouhlcd, lC car. . , uncle° F d '' . · ., I "I have uo thought· of refw-nng1 ~ i rc , mu · ' 1 I only tolJ yon of the la\V' that you r to tcac 1 you. ,, , ' II . l - l tl e <..l·tn o·cr and he on your gnaru. e n11 o· 1 t {now I l o ' . 0 thou<r 11 t_ 11 0 con1 l1 I>l<a- n to con1c three tnnc · • a ·week wr. t1 w b n t 1· t 1u. 01· 11o0• us• pcctccl. I ·elect d a qurct nook, where no r. n tr.u llcr· \Va likely to pe. netr. ate, a.n d there .I tau <r l It 1u ·n l 1u · s ,\_ R C Con:Hlenn <r ln. age, lns J.. ' ' • proog ress was ., t.'t0111· ·11'111g _A_s soon as h e coulu spell <-IJv • • . t ll"l>les he wanteu to spell out \Vord .. · rn the 111 wo sy (,II • • Bible. The happy srnlle that illnnunatcJ lu · face put J·O Y 1·1 1 t o rny }1c.<-,IJr ·t • After •· 11ellincor out a fe\V \Vord , he pau e d , anc 1 said , " IIoncy ' it 'pear · ·when I ca. n read di good book I h~ll be nearer to God. \Vl~ t t: n1an is got all de en.._· c. IIe can larn ca:y. It atn t ea _Y •• for ole black !nan like !TIC. I only \rant. to reau dlS [ book, dat I 111ay kno·w how to live ; den I hab no fear 'bout dy r. ng. " . I tried to encourage him by speaking of the rap1d progre s he had rr1ade. " IIab patience, chilu," he replied. "I larns slow." ( I had no need of patience. IIi gratitude, and the happiness I imparted, were more than a rcco1npeuse for all 1ny tronlJlc. _A_t the end of six months he had read through the New Te tan1ent and coulJ frnd any text in it. One day, when he 'had recited unusually ·well, I said, The Church and Slavery. 113 "U nclc Freel, how do you In an age to get your lessons so well?" " Lord bress you, chile," he replied. " You ncbber gibs me a lesson dat I don't pray to God to help me to understan' what I spells and what I reads. And he does help me, chile. Bross his holy natne ! " There arc thousands, \Vho, like good uncle Fred, are thirsting for the water of life; but the law forbids it, and the churches \vithhold it. They send tho Bible to heathen abroad, and n eglect the heathen at home. I am glad that 1nissionaries go out to the dark corners of the earth ; but I ask thc1n not to overlook the dark corners at hon1e. Talk to American slaveholucrs as you talk to savages in Africa. Tell tlte1n it is wrong to traffic in men. Tell them it is sinful to sell thci1 own children, and atrocious to violate their O"\Vn daughters. Tell thc1n that all men are brethren, and that man has no right to shut out the light of knowledge from his brother. Tell them they arc answerable to God for sealing up the Fountain of Life from souls that are thirsting for it. There are men who would gladly unJertake such missionary work as this; but, alas! their number is small. They arc hated by the south, and would be driven from its soil, or dragged to prison to die, as others have been before them. The field is ripe for the harvest, and awaits the reapers. Perhaps the great grandchildren of uncle Prod may haYc freely imparted to them the divine treasures, which he sought by stealth, at the risk of the vrison and the scourge. Arc doctors of eli vinity ulind, or are they l1y~ 10 * |