The Sun.
London, England, 1862-09-26 00:00:00

HORRORS OF SLAVERY.

An officer of the 17th Massachusetts Regiment,
writing from Newbern, N.C., gives the following
account of his recent experiences, copied from the
Washington _Republican :

I had intended to have answered your last letter
more fully, but for the last two days I have been
questioning contrabands about slavny, and the
stories they told me have so unsettled my mind,
that I can scarcely think or write of anything else.
I will give you one of the stories, and I wish you
would tell me what you think of it. I am some-
times inclined to suppose that their stories are
blacker than their skin.

There was one pretty yellow girl, about fifteen
years of age, passed over the ferry on Sun-
day night, who seemed very shy and afraid. She
with several other contrabands, passed on with
the regiments to Newbern. Many of us noticed
her melancholy appearance, but all were too busy
working the ferry-boat to speak to her.
Yesterday two other contrabands came over, man
and wife, and as they seemed tired, and said they
nad had nothing to eat since Sunday morning, I
told them to sit down, and I would get them
something to eat. They readily accepted my in-
vitation, and soon entered into conversation about
their late master. In the course of conversation
they inquired if I had seen a yellow girl, de-
scribing the one who passed over the previous
night, and after a great amount of detail, w h
would be superfluous here, I learned the following
history of her:—

She was the daughter of her master, her mother
be-
,ing a rich man's slave, not 20 miles from where I
now sit writing. She was brought up on the plan-
tation of her father until about 14 years old, when
the old planter, her father, began to think her old
enough for use. She DOW carries the scars on her
back where she was whipped before she would sub-
mit to her own father's lustful embraces. Day after
day she went through the flogging, but at last her
spirit, as well as the flesh, was broken. She could
withstand the monster no longer. The master and
she
father triumphed over his
had helpless
baby
by her own
a few days ago, Was
father. This baby,
the forciblyYean-
taken from its mother (when they heard
kees were coming) and sent into the Country to-
wards Goldsboro, thinking of course the mother
than her child; but
would sooner sacrifice liberty
the woman had made up he
Yankees did come she r mind that when the
wordA
!natter what the eons, "1" go with them, no
(pence.
Well, the mother
IS here ; the child is—she
dc"n't know where.

GARIBALDI A'P VAREGNANO.—If it be but fair to
disabuse the world of the false impression that Garibaldi's
place of detention is a prison, and his room a cell, it is
equally owing to justice to state that in all that regards in-
tercourse with his friends, and communication with them,
he is treated with a rigid severity. None who are admitted
once, are ever permitted to return, if they leave the pre-
cincts of Varegnano ; and thus his own children, not to lose
the advantage of his presence, have been obliged to take up
their abode with him, within the walls, and never leave
them. His letters—as well those he writes, as those he
receives—are all opened and read ; and, in a word, even to
the character of the individual to whom his safe custody is
committed, there is nothing omitted which could be em-
ployed towards one fully convicted and sentenced in an
open tribunal. Poor Garibaldi, even in his brief experience
of imprisonment, has met his Sir Hudson Lowe !—Once a
Week.