Vermont telegraph. [volume] (Brandon [Vt.]) 1828-1843, 1842-08-31

he through the front sash of the carriage
massa, ME sorry you go so soon-me
glad you come-me Wish>you stay longer
great while me hear you preach
Sunday-me love to hear you preach
me wish you stay and preach all de time u
Well, Bob. did you understand the preach.
ing Sunday2 Most all massa,-me be.
long to de church-me neber join here
me belong to Campbelite Church in Vir-
glnny-you know CampbeIite Church,
massa." Yes Bob-but you must try to
hear and understand the preaching here,
and try to learn everything you ought to
dot is great thing, Bob, to be good
Christian. 5" Yes, massa, | will know
it is, massa, know it is,"-and as he
turned 10 his horses, his yocables were
warbling out a new vein of good feelin g
upon the air. 1t would have done ones
heart good to have observed with what in
| AulIC SW0t nc AC uSdit OUT HIS SullISS anu
bows to the blacks whom he met, with a
mornin, Luke" how de, Jim''-and
so on. To my mind, Bob, slave as he
was, was unquestionably happy - and
whether slave OF master had the better in
that matter, was q ute problematic. And
was thankful that in this last hour of
my departure from this land, such CRATE
ful associations of it, and oil its institutions,
were lowering like clusters ofroses, over
my mind.
A little turn of the road opened upon
US, by a kind Of surprise, another planta-
ton more bright and bea utiful than any
we had seen. A spacious cotton-feld
swept gently down a distant slope TO our
very feet. 1t was spreading out its luxu-
RANT foliage to the morning sunlight as
if governed by the mysterious Influence of
a conscious instinct. And little up the
slope some handred yards from the road
10 advance of US was the plantation ''force"
busy with their hoes "'scrapng scotton."
All at once Bob's music was hushed--
the horses were moving at a death-lke
| pace-the crack of a whip was on my
ear! We were nearing the spot where
the, /" force were at work, and soon my
strained eye caught the tall and oony form
of white overseer, smiling with slow
and heavy strokes a PROSTATE object on
the ground. A nearer prospect soon re-
vealed TO ne tall negro man lying upon
| his side with bare back, cringing and
grooming under the terrible lashes falling
with murderous deIiberatiou upon him j.
and not one Of his fellow blacks about
him, dare turn even an eye Of commisera-
ton towards him. As saw him writhe
under the merciless lash, my eye grew
dim, my brain reeed, seemed to feel his
hot and suffering breath upon me, stag +
gered sick and faint back into the carriage.
and would fain, had my strength allowed,
closed up the curtains and side-Iishts, tc
have shut out the terrible echoes that were
falling like the voice of murder upon my
: heart! | saw no more-but as the car
| riage rolled on slow and solemn as in
, valley of death, these murderous strokes
/ fell long upon my ear, more and more
family, till utterly lost in the distance
and sick and gasping, | seized the car
$ rage stays and leaned out my head fc
r breath o my God! are these thy crea
j lures II passed on but the sun was NJ
: more bright upon that land. More thar
S score of months have PASSED away sine
: that hour--and vet the sound Of the reek
il ing lash is still in my ear, its dreadful
echoes are sill bursting up from m!
s heart. These are My LAST IMPRESSION
It OF SLAVERY. ......
For the 4 elegraph.
THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN.