Litchfield enquirer., 1859-04-28
"1 WANT TO FEEL FREE.n

Mrs. Stowe, in her story of the Ministers Wooing, thus sketches the feeling of the slave in regard to personal freedom
 ."' assure you, sir" said MT. Marvyn, if Ispeak, it is not to excuse myself But l am quite sure my servants do not desire liberty, and would not take it if it were offered"
 "Call them in and try It" said the doctor. " If they refuse it, it is their own matter"
 There was general movement in tie group at the directness of this personal application i; but MT. Marvyn replied. clamIy-
 "Cato is up at the eight acre lot, but you may call in Candace. My dear, call Candace, and let the doctor put the question to her."
 Candace was at this moment sitting before the ample fireplace in the kitchen, with two iron kettles before her, nestled each in its bed of hickory coals, which glcamed out from their white ashes like steepy, red eyes, opening and shutting. In one was coffee, which she was burning and stirring vigorously with pudding stick, and in the other puffy doughnuts. in the shapes of rings, hearts and marvellous twists, which Candace had such a special procliyity for making, that Mrs. Marvyn's tables and closets never knew an intcrmss;on of their presence
 "Candace, the doctor wishes to see yon," said Mrs. Marvyn.
 "Bress his heart '" said Candace, looking up, perplexed "Wauts to see me, does he Can't nobody hab me till y'r coflee's done minnit's nIinllit in coffee but I'll be ill di- rkIy," she added, in patronizing tone. Missis, you jes go Tong in, an I'll be dar direckly."
 A few moments after, Candace joined the group in the sitting room, having hastily tied clean white apron over her linsey working dress, and donncd the brilliant Madras which James had lately given her, and which she had a barbaric fashion of arranging so as to give her head the air of gigantic butterfly. She sunk dutiful curtesy, and stood twirlng her thumbs, while the doctor surveyed her graycly.
 "Cahdace," said he, edo you think it right that the black race should be slaves to the white ?"
 The face and air of Capdace presented a cu- rious picture at this moment a sort of rude sense of d,licacy embarrassed her. and she turned deprecating look, first on Mrs. Mar vyn and then on her master.
 Don't mind us, Candace," sad Mrs. Mar vyn <" tell the doctor the exact truth"
 Candace stood still moment, and the spec tatof saw deeper shadow roll over her sable face like cloud over dark pool of water, and her immense person heaved with her la bored breathing.
 "Ef must speak, must" said she. No Il never did tink twas right When Cine ral Washington was here, hearn 'em read de Declaration ob Independence and Bill O Rights an tole Cato den, says I, Elf dat al true, you an l are as free as anybody It stands to reason Why, look at me. IRt a critter. 1'se neidder huffs nor horns. 1'se a reasonable ben "a woman,--as much wo- man as anybody" she said, holding up her head with all air as majestic as palm tree ; "an' Cuto,--h man, born free an equal, of dar's any truth in what you read--dat's all ''
 "But, Candace, you've always been con- tented and happy with us, have you not !' said MT. Marvyn.
 "Yes, Mass'r, I han't got muffin to complain ob in dat matter. l couldn't hab no better friends n you an' Mssis."
 "Would you like your liberty, if you could get it, though p said Mir. Marvyn. Answer me honestly"
 "Why, to be sure should Who wouldn't Mind ye," she said, earnestly raising her black heavy hand, "'ran't dat 1 want to go eff, or want to shirk work, but I want to feel free Dem dat isn't free has muffin to glib to nobody dcy can't show what dcy would do" "Well, Candace, from this day you arc free" said MT. Marvyn solcmnly.
 Candacc covered her face with both her fat hands, and shook and trembled, and, finally throwing her apron over her head, made des perate rush for the door, and threw hersel down in the kitchen in perfect tropical tor rent of tears and sobs.
 "You see," said the doctor, "what freedom is to every human creature. The blessing o the Lord will be on this deed, Mir. Marvyn The steps of a just man are ordered by thu Lord, and he delighteth in his way."
 At this moment, Candace re-appeared at tn, door, her butterfly turban somewhat dsarrang ed by tie violence of her prostration. giving , whimsical air to her portly person.
 "I want ye all to know," she said, with { clcar;ng-up snuff, ," dat it is my will an pleas ure to go right OH don' my work jes' the same an Missis, please, I'll alters put three eggs il de crullers now aI won't turn de wash-ba sin down in dc sink, but hang it jamnp on d' nail an won't pick up chips in milk-pan ef I'm in ever so big hurry I'll do ebery thing jes' as ye tells me. Now you try m an see if l won't p
 I Caudace here alluded to some of the littl' private wilfulnesses which she had always ob stinatcly cherished as reserved rights, i'll pur suing domestic matters with her mistress. I "I intend. said Mir. Marvyn, " to make tn, same offer to your husband, when he return from work tonight"
 1 "Caus, Mass'r. r.-why, Cato he'll do jes' a I do,-dere ant no kind O need O asking him I Course he will.'
 I A smile passed round the circle, because be tween Candace and her husband there existe, \ one of those whimsical contrasts which on sometimes sees in married life. Cato was
 small built, thin, softiy-spoken negro, addicte to gentle chronic cough, and though faitt I ful and skilfnl servant, seemed, in relation t