Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1845-08-15

The chained and stricken slave;
Oh, plead for all the suffering of thy kind,
For the crushed body and the darkened mind"
On another were four lines from Geo. S. Burleigh's po-
EN- on Dlsunion, which spoke the language that true free
men should speak:
awe snap the bond that binds US,
And to remotest time.
Stand severed from the robber land
Where mercy is a crime"
We saw also a couplet--whose we know not-contain-
much truth in its two lines:
"They are slaves who fear to be,
In the right with two or three
Printed upon silk was the following from that sweet po-
etess of L~iberty-Elizabeth Margaret Chander-whose
body rests beneath the Prairie sod of the far west, but
whose soul is dwelling in that freedom in heaven, which
she so zealousy endeavored to establish upon earth.
"Whom call ye slaves! are not the cravens such,
Who dare not act with jnstice!-Men who prate
In sweet, smooth sentences. OF Christian love,
And with much sympathy, lament the fate
OF those from whose swolln limbs they will not strike
One single link in all their weight of chains!"
The next was from Whittier's thunder song:
alive have whispered truth,
Whisper no longer,
Speak as the tie NEST does,
Sterner and stronger"
The last which we shall copy, and among the most
touching, is an appeal from the fugitive slave to the Chris
tian(D ofour land. 1t called up before our sight the hunt
ed %bondman, flying from hi, prison-house. We saw him
pursuing his solitary journey in the darkness of the mid
night, keeping his ey e fixed upon the north star-the fugi-
tive's hope--and anxiously listening to hear whether his
tyrant master was following on his track. He fords the
creek, he swims the river, he threads the morass where the
companionship of lizards and snakes is more endurable
than the slavery from which he is flying; through tangled
thickets and woods he pursues his course until his feet
press the soil ofthe states, which in the spirit of boasting,
we call free. He there finds the population moro dense,
he boDes no ia anOnp friends hnt Eurs ha 10 surrounded hv
foes; therefore his appeal;
"The letters CALLED my weary soul,
A soul that seemed out thrown away;
spurned the tyrnnt's base control,
Resolved at last the man to play
The hounds are baying on my track;
Oh, Christian! will you send me back!
81 seek a home where man is man,
lfsuch there be upon this earth,
To draw my kindred, i'll can,
Around Its free, though humble hearth.
The hounds are haying on my track.
Oh, Christian! will you send me back!'
Trust them not, Fugitive! They have promised to stand
by the constitution and laws Of their country, which re-
quire your surrender. Look not to the family of the screa-
ming Eagle for protection, better seek it amid the Lion and
his whelps.
At the conclusion of our three days meeting we separa-
ted, many efus feeling it was good for us that we had been
together.
We would tender to the friends at Marlboro, on behalf
of ourselves and other strangers, our thanks for the kindly
welcome they gave us to their homes. We have been n
guest at the houses of many of our Antislavery friends in
Pennsylvania, N. York, and New England, and would not
wish to be thought invidous in saying, that Ohio exceeds
any other place we have seen for wholesale hospitality. In
the East, a house of ordinary size would be considered full,
ifthe host had a dinner company offfty, but here they will
entertain an hundred and fifty, and for aught we know, a
few scores beyond fit were desired. AS for lodging, those
who have seen community beds, which will easily accom-
modate ten or fifteen persons each, will easily comprehend
how provision is made for all. Upon the whole, we think
the meeting did great good, that the hands of many were
strengthened and their moral vision made clearer.