The weekly Anglo-African., 1859-09-10
[From the Anglo-African Magazine
PATRICK BROWNS FIRST LOVE.

w hcic Hist louu lofS SIONs SulO-
SO sing the bards of love in freedom;
but what is love in slayery2 Can chattels
love2 Has the black code of slavery
blotted out the kingly passion-the passion
of passions-from the heart of the bond
man2 Pity but it had: for of the written
woes of slavery, none will compare with
the unwritten, the unspeakable, the indie
scribable agonies with which slavery has
torn the being of the negro lover-of a
deeper, wilder, more passionate nature than
the white man
"These children of The sun -
love as the white man cannot; and, in
blasted love, anguish as the white man
cannot Most of the deeds of violence
perpetrated by the slaves, which reach the
newspapers, have this passion as their
source; and thousands of fierce, brave re-
venges, which never reach the public ear,
are prompted in like manner. Many a
white man, owner, or overseer, relying on
the apparently soft and subdued character
of their slaves, have invaded the slaves
married bed, (Which Judge Culver, to his
infinite and everlasting infamy has pro-
nounced illegal and met the bloody end
they deserved. In looking back at recent
tragedy enacted at Westinghouse act,
the trial. the acquittal-we could not help
regarding it as stone thrown upon the
dark waters of slavery, whose circling rip
pie would some day be lashed up into a
frightful tempest Nature and passion are
stern logicians; and what slave who heard
and saw that tragedy and its end, could
help reasoning thus: " If it be right and
lawful to shoot the adulterer when the wo-
man is willing, why is it not right, and
lawful, and religious, for me also to STAY
the man who forces his beastly lust upon
the shrieking resistance of the wife of my
bosom? This is the LESSON OF THE SIcKLEs
TRAGEDY 1t has touched as with living
Goals the fiery hearts of many black
Marylander and Virginian; and in some
hour that we dream not of it, when smiling
peace and content, and even joy, shall ap-
parently beam out of the countenances of
well-fed, and sleek, and happy slaves, there
will be blaze in the sky, and blood on the
soil. Some one, half century ago, look
ing to that successful Instruction, which
has now almost dwindled into myth, wrote
that some negro preacher, wild with reli-
gious fanaticism, would stir up his fellows
to resist the yoke of slavery. This idea
was true as to instruction, but wrong as
to its source: the Bible, and its religion,
teaches peace, not war, to the negro; sub
mission, not resistance; to bear his cross
not to WELD the sword: in a word, it in
spires his deep, trusting, earnest, loving
nature, his wild imagination, with such
glowing pictures of the New Jerusalem,
and of the saints, and of the once suffering,
but now triumphant Jesus, that he is lifted
out of this world by the prospective re-
wards and promised glories of the world to
come. Had the Haytian slaves of 1898
been as pious, as christian as the half mil
lion of slaves of Virginia in 1859, there
would have been no insurrection-no lib
Grafton. The Haytian instruction was
the product and the triumph of fetishism:
it was the old African Vadoux-not the
free principles of the Bible.
No! religious fa2aticism will never goad
the slaves to rebel. But some black-bo-
somed Virginius, crazed at the sight of his
dehowered daughter, or some fame-colored
hero, maddened at the sight of the wife of
his bosom outraged in his very presence,
will raise his bloody arm, and kindle the
wild revenge of the ten thousands, in like
manner maddened; and there will be a short
and bloody end to slavery.
What human power could resist themf
What Northern bayonet could charge
against them2 What father, son, or brother
could shoot them down-these men thrice
armed in the eternal justice of their quarrel I
Patrick Brown was born to the doom OF
slavery. L saw him the other evening
leap lightly from a moving avenue car, al
though the years of his life are three-score
and ten. There may be a white hair here
and there in his well-covered head; his
face scarce betrays a wrinkle-it is smooth,
pleasant, full and black. He has a square,
iron chin, and short, strongly-built nose,
with full, not large, nostrils. His eyes l
cannot describe; they are marked by the
ARGUS senilis, and have look out of them
that makes you think they have looked
at strange sights. He is short and stout,
but has that quick, silent movement of
limb, which you see in skilled boxers; and
he impresses you with the idea, that even
now, if need be, he could strike a blow"
Patrick Brown was never emancipated ;
he never ran away; was not brought into a
free State by his owner; yet he grew free
in the far South Slavery got tired of him
would have nothing to do with him
while he was yet young and in his prime of
health and strength. He had been sold
many times-was quick, willing, active and
reliable-his word was his bond-yet slav,
cry grew tired of him. He was, moreo-
yer, frank and plain-spoken-not so desir-
able thing in slave. He was mostly
sold at auction, and ar0uld have his say
after the auctioneer had enlarged upon his
very apparent merits as chattel servicea-
BILE. He would add: Gentlemen, / will
serve any one faithfully who treats me
well, but l will not serve any man who
strikes me without cause" This was a
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