The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1862-08-05

fu Cd Ern MHaF !. taW ifefa, ana
wasf i shill lay SD ae blessed Lord
bl8w 8c great irumpsi 81 dc etumrrs.
t,au maean. be spirits d oar hrad.
dars haf de I.or,l hab already took io
a.seH alnr beiaaers ! say my
cadgea case cherry oao dat De lord
hab s. ae SEQ fraddtrs 70 sou and 70
uie. rasda Isy M bad Or good, white
or b.s
nn Young chile. who bah gone
way and Is,i hl psrs iader ana mud.
~ SUI rin all abcr visa grief. ic LAB
cone is a. lord. sbov. NJ neber did
no wrong he ailar 'hcyc1 hi. massa,
and lie Deber said ne hard word, nor
found 10 fault, not eben w'n dc cruel
bad aberscer put &c load 50 beaby Oh
him dat il Xiii him. Yes. my brea5cr-
/ III ard sisters. he hab gone O. de Lord ;
gone whar dey don't work ia ia
ssamps, whar de little ehilren don't
tote de biz hingles fra De waier up
Is dar knees No swamps am dar.
no shingle am cul dar; aey don't need
em. case dar bousn haiut builded
vii hands, ior dey'm ali built by dc
Lord, aud eia'n 70 &c good piegers,
ready.made, and For muffin. De Lord
don't say, ike rs oar massa do, 'PoHp,
you 20 to work and build you own
house but mine dat you does you
task all de time, Jess De same But de
Lord de Dressed Lord---he say wen
We goes up dar, Dar, Pomp. dar's de
house DAT Ise been bpildin' for you
cher sence de foundation OBJ De worle
Itm done now, and YOU kin cum in !;
your room am just ready, nnd ole sam
and "a chilreu DAT luk way from
YOU eber 80 long ago, and dat YOU
mourncd obcr rs cf you'd neber see
dem agin, dar ia an, aH an en-, a
rafting for yoa Dey'm been 6xm up
dc house 'spressly for you all desc
long years. and dey'ye got it all nice
and comiible now Vas. my frens,
glory he to him, dats what onr heab-
euly Massa say and who Oh you
wouldn't hab sich a massa as dat a
massa dat don't SET you no hard tasks,
and thai gibs you 'uuii' to eat and time
10 rest aud to sing aud 10 play. A
massa dat doan't keep no Yankee ober.
seer to foller you bout wild dc big
tree-lashed whip; bat dat leads you
hisseii round 10 dc green pastures and
de stIll waters and wen you'm 4
faint and a-tired, and can't 90 no fur
der, dat takes yoa up IN his arms, aud
carries YOU in bis bosom. What pore
darkey am dar dat wudn't hab sich
NASSAU What one Oh us, chen et we
had to work so hard as we does now,
wuln'l tink llisseh de happiest nigger
ia De huh worle, ef lie could hab sich
hous'n 10 lib in as dem dem hous'n
not made wild hands, eternal in de
hcabens
But glory, glory 70 ia Lord my
chil'rcn, wese al got DAT Massa, ef we
only knowed Il, and hem buldin dem
hous'a up Gar. now, for ebery one Oh
Us dat am tryin' 10 be good and 10 lub
one anoder. For ebecg one of as, ]
say, and We kin all git de fine hous'n
Ct we ny.
Recolember, Two, my brndders,
dat our great Massa am rich, berry
rich, and he kin do all he promise,-
Hc won't say, wen wese worked ober
time 70 git some lille ting 10 comfort
dc sick chile, i knows, Pomp, youse
done de work, and4 did gree to aib
you de pay bat de fact am, Pomp,
de frost hab come so sudden dis var,
dat I'se loss dc hull ob de sebenth dip
pia, and Use pore, 50 pore, de ellie
must 60 widout dis time No, 10,
brudders, dc Dressed Lord, lie neber
talk SO. lie neber break case de seb-
enih dip am shel oil, or case de price
Of turpeniine gwo down al de Norl.-
lie neber sell bis niggers down Souf,
ease hc lose bis money on &c hoss-
race. No, my chil'ren, our hcabenly
Massa am rich; rich, say. lie own
all dis worle, and al de order in de
sky. lie own dem all but he tink
more ob one Oh you, more ob one Oh
you--pore, ignorant black folks dat
you am--dan all dem great worries
Who wouldn't belong 70 such a Mas
sa as dat Who wouldn't be his Mig
ger--not his slaye-he don't lab no
slaves, bat his chile; and 'ef bis chile
den his heir, DC heir Oh God, and de
joint heir wid Christ. O, my chil
ren, tink Of dat De heir ob DC Lord
oh all De earth, and all de sky What
white man can be more'n dats
Don't none Of YOU say you'm too
wicked to be his chile, case you ant.
lie lnbs de wicked ones de best, ease
dey need biz lubs dc most. Vas, my
bgudders, chen &c wickelest, cf dcy's
only sorry, and turn rom and leab Of
dar bad ways, he lub dc berry best ob
all, case he'm all lab and pity.
sam, bar, my chi'ren, war wicked,
but don't zee pity him: don't ice tink
he bad hard time, and don't we tink
De bad oberseer, whom lsyin' dar in
de honse Jess READS to gwo and answer
for il-- don't We iink he gabe Sam
berry great pFobiueation z
i)ais s., said dozen Of the audi
Tors.
Den don't you 'spose dat De bless
ea Lord know all dat, aud dat be pity
Sam leo If we pore sinners feel sor-