The weekly Anglo-African., 1860-06-02

men and women, who, though black of
skin and oily bynature-are taught Italian
music before they leaEe their rosewood
cradles, and speak French and German at
the age of twenty-one. Let the miserable
Black Republicans come and look upon
Arcadian scenes and then call slavery "a
curse" if they dare!
Yesterday my host took me to visit
number of plantations, and what l saw will
be indelibly inscribed upon my mind for
ever. Let me describe one of these plan
tations:
1t is situated upon the side of hill sur
rounded by fence of solid gold, and beau
tifully laid out in squares and circles of
tobacco, around which extend borders of
the most brilliant roses and lilies. AS l
gazed toward the top of the hill, | noticed
about a hundred large white marble
buildings one larger than the Nea0
York City Hall, and far more beauti-
full.
"What splendid city is that 7" / asked
my patriarchal companion. He smiled
sweetly as he answered: "'Those are the
negro-quarters of this plantation
the slaves live in winter-during the
summer they reside in country-seats on
the borders of the Chesapeake Bay" AS
he spoke, we wound the hill and had just
reached the door of one of the palatial
buildings l have mentioned, when the
gate of the courtyard was thrown open, a
splendid carriage drawn by two spirited
bays, and containing an elegantly dressed
negro man-drove out. No sooner did
my friend behold the latter, than, with an
exclamation of "DeareSt Sam6o." he
sprang into the carriage and fell weeping
on the bosom of the colored gentleman.
The latter saluted me politely, and then
clasped his arms about my friend, remark
ing: "Ah, mon ami, comment gous
p0rtez-U0uS p
Shall / ever forget that scene2 AS soon
as my friend could control the rapture he
felt at the meeting, he induced the color
ed gentleman to alight with him, anil in
troduced him to me as "Mr. Johnson
one of Mr.. Grey's best feld-hands l
asked who owned the carriage, when Mr..
johnson told me that it was his, but that
the carriages of the other slaves were far
handsomer. He then conducted me into
the handsomely furnished drawing room
of his marble palace, and when admired
the splendid rosewood piano standing open
under niche containing the bust of Verdi
he asked me if l was fond of music, /
replied in the affirmative-whenh he seated
himself before the instrument and played
and sang the superb baritone aria Dt-1ro-
enza a. mar, from the Trawata, with
splendid effect After the music, Mr..
johnson led us into his salon q manager,
where his owners family quickly spread a
table with rich conServes, oranges and cups
of cate-au-laat, and asked the slave if they
might stay in the room--while he dined
with his guests. He kindly consented,
and then we sat down to a feast of the
rarest dainties l ever tasted During the
meal understood that the other slaves of
the plantation had gone to Savannah to be
present at the coming races; but Mr.. John
son staid to watch his master, fearful, lest
some wandering Abolitionist should induce
him to manumit all his slaves, and consign
them to hopeless freedom.
During the afternoon, Mr.. johnson con-
Quoted me through the beautifully adorned
grounds of the quarters" to the residence
of the other slaves, and in all of them l
found the same luxury and profuseness of
decoration. In the residence of Cuffee
Smith were six original paintings by Ra-
phael, two by Titan, and one hundred and
fifty by Church. After wearying of the
magnifcence spread before me on every
hand, 1 turned to Mr. johnson and asked
him if he had ever visited Italy "Ah
cea5." returned he, drawing golden tooth
pick from side pocket of his rich satin
vest-I went there once m,0p, ann, but
found so many vile Abolitionists there that
/ returned home Immediately.
After some further conversation with
the slave, and after refusing the offer of
his carriage to take us home, my friend
and took an affectionate leave of him and
departed.
And such is the Slavery" about which
Horace Greeley, Phillips, Garrison, and
other mad fanatics rave so perpetually !
Every negro in this country is worth at
least 100000, and revels in luxuries the
turbaned Turk never dreamed of. Their
owners fairly worship them, and would no
more think of taking step without their
concurrence than they would think of fly
ing AS to the labor performed by the
slaves, it amounts to nothing: once week
they take seats in the tobacco fields in
splendidly curved arm chairs, and prune
the leaves for an hour or so, with ivory
handled knives. The owners do all the
hard work, and invariably divide their
profits with the slaves. But l have said
enough-to prove the base injustice done
to the South bysuch writers as Mrs Stowe
and Victor Hugo-and will say no more
at present. BUCK.
AMALGAMATIoN.-Wm j. Watkins re-
Gently lectured in Oswego, and in the midst