The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1844-08-29
From the Liberty Press
A Touching Scenes Meeting of a Slave
with Lis Wife,

A Touching Scene'.-Meeting of a Slave
ri with his Wife,.
The brilliant fire of Freedom, and the
genuine Democracy Off is not flick
ering in its last socket, and dying away
upon the green hills and verdured noun
tains Of Paris. The flame is Frightening
and spreading, and Frightening every
hllock, and it will and must consume
with truth and story the enemies of the
bondman and the poorest ofthe poor.
Republicans ofthe days of Hancock
and Patrick Henry! Proclaim slavery
to be doomed thing! Shout it OH
every mountain and hll--in every vale
and valley-ring the changes of its
coming downfall and certain destruction
in every grove, and park, and green do.
main that is dotted on the surface of
Gods own footstool sound it in the ears
Of Gods children that have breath and
life, and heart to feel that they them
selves are but beings Of to-day, and to-
morrow pass away to give an account of
their stewardship on this green earth.
BY many it may be recoIected that
last fall two brothers, Christian slaves,
who had poured out their souls in prayer
TO God in the grove and in. their desolpte
cabin that He would set both their souls
and their bodies free who had often
kneeed before their religious altar in the
still hour of midnight, and lifted up to
Heaven over the sleeping partners Of
their bosoms and the children of their
loins, asking light and strength and wis
dom from their Savior, what was their
right and duty to do. These-these two
sons of Afric's blood, and samples of
Christian Republican kindness ON the
shores Of this rotted, heaven-forsaken
land of lip-democracy fled like lambs
from the wolf--fed like the deer from
the ensnarer, and like the prisoner from
the lone and loathsome Bastile fed as
from the dread Of the byena from the
churches ofwhich they were members,
and from their white Christians, Jesus
protesting teachers-aed- and where?
To the isolated and green hills & noun
tains lying on the southern side of the
waters of the memorable Mohawk, we'll
know in Indian history. To these
mountains, peoped by the direct sons
and daughters Of the Pilgrims, they cast
their longing eyes, and aching hearts.
They reach their SUBMITS, and their
sturdy and republican inhabitants, and
found safety and repose for their painting
bosoms, and wearied and SCARED limbs.
Here they have tarred and now re-
main, and are doing The duties of men,
of Christians and offreemen to this Re-
public. Through the assistance and ad-
vice of friends, (and ofthose that are
binding the slaves stronger in chains,
and blocking up the wheels of Ken
lucky and Virginia emancipation, and
locking up the hearts of slaveholders,)
the wife of one of these slaves, on the
18th instant, met and embraced the
husband of her bosom, the choice of
her maiden heart her first aad true love
with whom, about one year ago, she par
ted, almost sufocat ng- expecting with
very little hope ever to see his face again
this side ofeternity. Friends and foes
Of equal freedom it would have been
well for you to have seen heart meet
heart, and soul mingle with soul in Gods
own native and pure and unadulterated
simplicity.
The final embrace and the general de-
tails, and the history Of the wife will APP
pear in the next number. L.