The Planters' banner. [volume] (Franklin, Attakapas Co., Lou.) 1849-1872, 1852-06-26
MISC LLAN ECU S.
The Night-Funeral of a Slave.


The following affecting sketch of an
incident that occurred dnring a brief
sojourn in the South is thus feelingly
related by Grant Thornburn, of New
York, in a letter 10 the editor of the
Weekly Universe:
claim neither art nor part in the
style. language or composition of this
thrilling incident: it's far beyond the
bump Of my comprehenson-but as |
witnessed, on more than one occasion.
Q scene most similar, will neither add
nor take aug ght from the beautiful mar
rative in giving the description. ] was
solourning in the interior of North Car
olina in. lS49 I there first saw it in
Murris &, WiIlis's Home Journal, while
/ tartied for night in the mansion of
an opulent planter--a good man. though
a STAKEHOLDER. who PRAYED with and in
strucied his slaves Father Garreison
and Madam FOLSOM never bend the knee
except when they pray to the devil!
Travelling lately on business in the
interior of Georgia, I reached just at
sunset the mansion of the proprietor.
through whose estate for the last half
hour of my journey I had pursued my
way, and with low whisper he indi-
Gated his pleasure as turned up the
broad avenue leading to the house.
Calling 10 black boy in view, babe
him inquire of his master if could be
accommodated with lodgings for the
night. My request brought the pro-
pfietor himself to the door. when, after
scurutinizing glance at my person
and equipments, he inquired my name,
business and destination. | promptly
responded to his questions, when he in
vited me to alight and enter the house
in the true spirit of southern hospitality
lie was apparently thirty years of
age, and evidently man of education
and refinement | soon observed an
air OF gloomy abstraction about him.
H said but little, and even that little
seemed the result of an effort to obviate
the seeming want of civility TO a
stranger. AT supper, the mistress of
the mansion appeared, and did the
shonors of the table. In her peculiar
department she was exceedingly lady
like and beautiful, as only southern
women are-that isl beyond compari-
son with those of any other portion of
this Republic that | have seen She
retired Immediately after supper, and
q servant handing some splendid Ha-
yanas, We had just seated ourselves
comfortably, when servant appeared
at the door, and uttered in subdued but
distinct tones, to me, the startling words,
q !. Master, de coffin hab comem
go Very welln was the only reply,
and the servant disappeared.
NY host remarked my gaze of in
Quisitiye wonder, and replied
have been sad-sad, to-day.
hare had a greater misfortune than |
experienced since my fathers DEATH
Ilost, this morning, the truest and most
reliable friend that | had Ia the world:
one whom I had been accustomed TO
Aonof and respect since my earliest
TeeoIlecfi0n. He was the playmate Of
ny father's yoath, and the mentor of
kszaea faithful servant an honest
1isn and sincere Christian. stood
6y his bsd-sida to-day, and with his
haaas clasped II u1ine. heard his last
voEds-shsy wsre, Master, mest me
Sn heaven ~
zais woice faItered Enoment, bnt he
esalinnaa after q paliss---
9 is loas ii j melancholy one % me.
Is Iee A6ne ! said 8 hin. John, see
thai all things are taksn cars 81, and |