The Cadiz Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1854-1864, 1856-02-27

knew that my wife and child, property and
al, were as safe as though they were guar
Did BY hundred soldiers. never spoke
a harsh worito him in all my life. for he
never nerited it. have hundre others,
many Of theaa faithful and true, but his loss
is irreparable."
came from section Of the Union where
savery does not exist, and | brought with
me all the preju1iees which SO generally
prevail in the free States. in re gard 10 this
institution" / had already seen much to
soften these, bat the observation oi years
which mad failed to give me SO clear an in.
sight into the relation between master and
servant as this simple incident. 1t was net
the naughty planter, the lordly tyrant,
talking of his dead slave as Of his dead
hor e; but the kind hearted gentleman, la.
menting he loss, and euEOg1ing the virtues
Of his good old friend.
After an interval Of silence, my host re-
sumed-"There are many Of the old mans
relatives and friends who would wish TO at.
tend his funeral. To afford them an op-
pcrtunity. several plantations have been no.
t'fed tha, he will be buried to night; some,
| presucse,. have already arrived. 9esi
ring to see that all things are prepared for
his in;erment. trust you will excuse my
absence for few moments.'
"Most certainly sir; but" added, ''it
there is no imEropriety, would be pleased
to accom- pany you"
There is meme" he replied; and l fol-
lowed bim to long row Of cabins, situated
at the distance of some three hundred yards
from the mansicn. The house was crowd.
ed with negroes, who all arose on our en-
trance. and many Of them exchanged greet
lnss with mine host, in tones that conyin-
eed me that they felt that he was an object
Of sympathy from them! The corpse vas
deposited d in the cofin, attired in a shroud
Of the finest cotton materials, and the coffin
itself painted black.
The master stopped at it's head, and lay.
ing his hand upon the cold brow Of his faith
full bondsman, gazed long and intently up
on the features with which he had been fs
milar, and which he now looked upon fol
the last time on earth; raising his eyes al
length, and glancing at the serious counte.
nances now bent upon bis he said Solemnly.
and with much feeling
ale was faithful servant, and true
Christian; you follow his example, and
live as he lived, meme of You need fea1
when tie time comes for you to lay
here"
A patriarch, with the snow Of eighty
winters on his head, answered.
"Master it is true, and we viii try to live
like him.
There was a murmer of general assent,
and after giving some instructions relative
to the burial, we returned to the dwell
| ling.
About nine O'Clock a servant appeared
with the notice that they were ready TO
move, and to know If further instructions
were necessary. My host remarked 10 me,
that on stepping iato the piazza, would
probably witness 10 me a novel scene.---
The procession had moved. and its route
led within q few yards Of the mansion
There we're at least one hundred and fifty
negroes, arranged four deep and following
a wagon in which was placed the coffin
Down the eDt,e length Of the line, at inter-
walls OF a few feet on each side, were car
red torches Of resinous pine. here called
light wood. About the center was station
ed the black preacher, man Of gigantic
frame, With steuatorian lungs, who gave
out from memory the words Of hymn
suitable for the occasion. The soalsen
negroes are proverbiai for the melody and
compass Of their voices. and ! thought that
hymn, mellowed by distance, the most sol.
emn and yel sweetest music that had
ever fallen upon my ear. The stiffness
Of the night and strength Of their voices
enabled me to distinguish the air at the dis
tance Of half a mik.
1t was to me strange and solemn scene,
and no incident Of my life has impressed
me with more powerful emotions than the
night funeral Of the poor negro. For this
reason have hastily and most imperiectly
sketched its leading features. Previous to
retiring to my loom saw in the hands OF
a daughter Of the lady at whose house I
stopped for the night, a number Of the
Home Journal and it occurred to me to
send this to your paper. perfectly Indifferent
whether il be Published or not. am but
> sojourner here. hail from colder
clime. where il is our proud boast that all
men are free and equal. ! shall return
TO my Northern home. deeply impressed
with the belief that. dispensing with the
name Of freedom. the negroes Of the South
are the happiest and most contented people
on the face Of the earth.
Yours, VIAgoR.
THE NEw IxvErrroN. The New Orleans
Sun tells OK machine which has been in
vented "out South. " which enables q man
10 kell when he Il getting too drunk, II Il