Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1848-03-30

Again twas EVENING" mild clear sum-
mer's evening; the pale silvery moon was gazing
down on Earth as if nought of misery was the
lot of its inhabitants Beneath tall magnolia
in the sunny South, lay the Princess LeIettez
weak and exhausted, for her first SeUcre pUniSh-
ment had been that day inflicted, and nercr again
cOaJd the lash Of the ficnd-Hke shareholder fdU
upon her form, She was dying her eyes were
closed but thousand glorious visions were
thronging her bran,-Now she knelt by her
fathers throne--noE sat within those fragrant
bowers with songs upon her tongue-now min
ged in the dance, and now trpped lightly through
her own kingly halls.-Now she started up, and
gazed wildly around, then sank again upon her
t1ower-gemmed pillow to die-aiOne. Yet though
the voice ofklndness was unheard by her listen
ing ear; tho no loved form Of friend was hover
ing round her messy couch, Natures beauty was
all around her; Nature came in tones soft as
the zephyr's breath when it steals through the
wind-harp, to cheer her with its own thrilling
melody The stars cast upon her face their wan
Pickering light, and the moon-beams slept upon
her death chilled brow. The low night winds
came with mourntul wall through the eafy
canopy above her, mingng with the thoughts of
the dying slave their own dirge-like music All
though her fellow-beings had deserted her and
left her to her sad fate, the Eternal had provided
her with couch softer than "downy pillow" a
canopy woven by his own Almighty hand, rich
er, more brilliant than the purple drapery which
sweeps in heavy folds around the heads of proud
tyrants; the clear, blue sky above her, jeweled
DER with burning stars, more gorgeous than the
fretted roof of palace, and above, beneath and
around her Jehovah's own fright arm" to sup
port, and guide and protect her, What was that
! white-robed form that lowered DER her Some
messenger me thinks from the spirit land to bear
away the soul of the lone captive; for suddenly
/ the crimson faded from her cheek, and her
parched lips ceased their quiyerlng; her spirits
harp no longer thrilled to the music of the past
Lelettez the African Princess was free again.
Death had made her fetterless. Oh ! is it not a
glorious thought that though slave as she was,
far away from home and loved ones-amid the
haunts of soul-debasing SlavGy, her spirit fled
on angel-wings to Paradise; that some bright
seraph perchance bore to the Great Am" the
soul, freed by his own hand from the iron grasp
oftyranny; the undying soul, which God alone
can give-God only can take away.
Ye who boast of mind and humanity, sheer not
at the thought that slave may have been of no
Die llneaPe-thaI tnlS ueSrdueu CldsS may pos
sess feelings as sacred as our own. Many ser
want, who performs for the languid belle of the
South the most mental offices can boast of an
cestors far illusrious than her mistress, and
once moved in halls, more splendid than she ha;
4 ever beheld. Ye women, who talk Of friendship
and affection, turn not scornGully away from my
t simple story because it has for its heroine
: "colorcd girl" but shed tear of sympathy oe
! the fate of not one alone, but thousands of thy
d sisters Every breeze watts to us the plaintvt
wall from scenes of misery and torture.
e COIL woman, am not thy sister and thu
t cry has reached the ear of the Lord of Sabaoth
, and ere long the oppressor's arms shall be bro
b ken, and the down-trodden slave shall go free.
!, Maple Grove. Feb 2Sth 1913.