New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1846-01-09
THE TRIBUNE.

The LIBERTY BELL. for 1876: Twelfth Massachu'
sets Anti. Slavery Fair, Faneuil Hall
We hear this fair was thronged with buyers, and
he articles offered for sale rich and rare There
esre many contributions from foreign parts.
The Annual also is filed both from American and
British sources Among the latter are both the
Hovirs Bowring and Miss Martineau. The print
and paper OF the volume beautiful. On its from
dojece an excellent likeness of Garrison, chief
,;oneer and still a prominent, leader in this move
nert
4phebe Mallory, or the Last OF the Slaves, by
Edmund Quincy, is very gracefully written mar
rative and brought naturally to happy climax
Among other interesting pieces. we select
THE sLAvE-MOTHER.. By MARIA LOWELL.
Brsnewborn child she hodeth but feels within her heart
his not hers but his who outbid her in the mart
And, through the gloomy midnight her prayer goes up
op high
oGod grant my little helpless in hepessness may die
r,bs mus, live to Nonanhood oh may she never know
Un:heered by mothers happiness the depth OF mothers
And may lie within my grave, before that day see
When she sits, AS am slttine Win saVe'cnuo on net
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The little arms steal upward and then upon her breast
She feels the brown and velvet hands that at
rest;
No sense of JOY they waken but thrills of bitter pain,
She thinks OF him who counteh oer the gold those hands
shall gain.
Then ON her face she lookeh but mother proud
And seeth how her features from out dusky cloud
Are tendeIly unfolding. far softer than her OVID,
And how upon the rounded cheek, airer Lights thrown
hshe uembles in her agony and ON her prophet heart
there drops gloomy shadow down, that never will
depart; bloom.
She cannot look upon that face where the chds pure
bwrt with such dread certainty the womans ioathsome
doom.
She cannot bear to know her child be she hath
been
Vet she sees but one deverance from infamy and SIM
Ard 10 che cries midnight with exceeding bitter cry
God grant my little helpless one In heipessness may
Earcod, Nov. 26 ls45.
And this extract from Recollections of Anti Slav
eyatbe West" by Mrs. Kirkland
Not always alone or accompanied only by fellow.
sufferers do these poor dumb witnesses oil fraternal
cruelty seek the Canadian shore. An incide1t which
will for ever be fresh in memory occurred while we
we're residents Of the West family OF slavee, wearing
not the crushed aspect of the ugitives were accus-
tued 70 see made their appearance at Detroit decenty
clad and accompanied by their mistress and owner
She woman Of little education and plain manners, had
Dol only wied to emancipa.e them, but IN order 10 as
ae the freedom which she knew would be SO insecure
IN slave State had left all, and Travelled With them,
through incredible difficulties and embarrassrfents even
the verge of that country which alone of all the EARTH
Beapsbe Of the desperate attempt to make Freedom
md Slavery walk hand in hand. She WAS unacquanted
with even much geography would have taught her
The States through which she must pass 10 reach Mchi.
gan; and her inquiries the road had been answered
By information purposely calculated to mslead and per-
pex her. She had been for years aborng under
conviction that che had right to those slave people,
though she had not much heard that there was
body Of persons calling themselves Abotonists who in
ereed themselves in favor of those in bondage Not
single human being among her neigi bors ano ac-
quaintance who did condemn her not to
whom she could look for advice sympathy Yet TINS
cncutyated but lofty soul undaunted. and qulety
baowed up It's noble purpose, until the whole number
dgrseul freedmen safely landed upon The shores
Il Canada
Then did their happy friend. no longer burthened
nth the title of mistress take leave OF her charge,
mid the unuterabe blessings Of their hearts and re-
an the American side to sleep-and AS she SAID IN
aee for the first time for years so dreadful hau oeen
sr sense of wrong. and great her feat that death
night nepose before her planS and their great result
ald be contaminated
How can many fail 10 go and do likewise, if they
noe have caught glimpse OF this holiness OF sim
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IYLLiNE VERSES: On The MIRROR OF FATE BY
Mss H. j. WoopMAN. Author of the Language of
Gems Boston: Published by Abel Tompkins IS
Cornhi lSi6.
Weregret that this pretty little volume did not
nh US in time for notice previous TO the Holidays
twill be found an ornament TO that refuge of en-
Gyses the centre.tabe, and whoever wishes TO
aVehis fortune told, may be sure Of graceful and
Rhy response to the questions so that hope OF fu-
'a'eicys may relieve the frequent martyrdom of
evening parties. The wall,fower may thence win
sp'cnise that she shall yet become Rose. and the
yoaih TOO green a grape for even foxes food,
nok forward TO the time when he shall be the pride
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