The organizer. (Oxford, Miss.) 1845-18??, 1849-04-14

care OF, and knew that my vile ana
child, property and all, were safe as
though they were guarded by anhunN
bred soldiers. never spokeFa harsh
word to him in all my life. for he new
er merited it. have a hundred 9TH
ers, many of them faithful and true,
but his loss is irreParable."
come from a section Of the Union
where slavery does not exist, and |
thought with me al tho prejudices
which so generally prevail in the free
states in regard to this "institution."
| had already seen much to soften
these, but the observation of years
would have failed to give me so clear
an insight into the relation between
master and servant as this simple in
cident. 1t was not the naughty plan.
ter, the lordly tyrant, taking off his
dead horse, but the kind hearted gen.
tleman, lamenting the loss, and eulo>
giving the virtues of his good old
FRIEND.
After an interval Of silence my host
resumed
~There are" said he, "many Of the
old mans relatives and friends who
would wish to attend his funeral. To
afford them an opportunity, several
plantations have been notified that he
will be buried to night; some | pre-
sumo, have already arrived, and de-
string to see that al things are prop
erly prepared for his interment, ! trust
you will excuse my absence for a few
moments"
"Most certainly. sir" but | added,
"if there is no improperly, ] would
be pleased TO accompany YOU"
"There is none," he replied; and |
followed him TO one Of a long row
Of cabins, situated at the distance of
some three hundred yards from the
The house was crowded
with negroes, who all arose on our
and many Of them exchan.
ged greetings with my host, in tones
hat convinced me that THEY felt that
he was an object of sympathy from
rHEMl The corpse was deposited in
he coffin, attired in a shroud of the
inest cotton materials, and the coffin
tself painted black.
The master stopped at lis head, and |
aging his hand upon the cold brow Of
is faithful bondsman, gazed long and !
ltently upon features with which he !
al been so long familiar, and which
c now looked upoufoF the last time :
n earth; raising bis eyes at length |
nd glancing at the serious counter. q
noes now bent upon his. he said a
and with much feeling:
"He was a faithful servant and a !.
ne christian; if you follow his ex- :
nple, and live as he lived. none Of
ou need fear, when the time comes n
II you TO lay here" BS, ulfT, h
A patriarch, with the snow Of eigh-
! winters on his head, answed- q
"Master, it is true, and we will try
live like him." e.
There was a murmur Of general as b
nj and after giving some instruc-
ms relative to the burial we return. s.
to the dwelling. b,
About nine o'clock a servant np> al
jared with the notice that they were
ady to move, and TO know il further al
structions were necessary. My host a
marked to me, that by stepping in. ei
the piazza, would probably wits
IS, to me, a novel scene. The pro. th
ssion had moved, and its route led h'
thin a few rods Of the mansion ga
lere were al least one hundred and
" negroes, arranged four deep, and ds
lowing a wagon in which was pla>
a the coffin; down the entire length co
the line. at intervals OF a few feet
each side, were carried torches Of 60
} resinous pine, and here called w
bit wood. About the centre was SD
toned the black preacher, man
gigantic frame and stentorian lungs, re-
10 gave out from memory the words
a hymn suitable 10 the occasion. m'
le Southern negroes are proverbial an
tie melody and compass Of their en-
ICES, and / thought that hymn, mel.
we'd By distance, the most solemn ms
I yet the sweetest music that had IN
y fallen upon my car. The siill>
s Of the night and strength Of their th'
oes enabled me 10 distinguish The
al the distance Of half a mile. an
{ was 10 me q strange and solemn NJ
ne, and no incident Of my lie has
PRESSED me with more powerful e. -
lions than The night funeral Of The on
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