New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1863-04-28

night, be use ter stan in de mud an de water, till
his bones war sore, bis heart wus weary, his soul
wus faint; how bis massa fog him, case he couldn't
wuck no more, till de blood run down bis back, an
1t wus ridged like de ploughed groun'; how his
wife wus whipped ter death afore his berry eyes;
how bis chill ren-all 'cept oue-wsr sole way from
him; how dat one 'bused him, an logged him, an
tormented him. till he wus jess ready ter de how,
when his hair wus white, his body wus bent, his
strength wus gone, an he wus ole, an lame, an
bin his massa drove bin 'way, an make him snifk
fur himself; how he beg in de roads, how be sleep
in de woods in de cole an de rain, till q good gem
man take him n GID bin bed, tend ter his wants,
en- pray Ober lin when be die He tole EN- all
DAT; but be say dat fru il ALL be hab peace fra IL
all de Lord wus good Or him; fru Il all, no felt HIS
lub u hs heart fru it all de blessed Rsdeemer wus
wild him; fru it all, he knowed dat mercy an saliva
ton am in de heabens. An DEY AN DARl Dey
took him 'way--'way from de arth-'way from his
suff'rin's an his sorrers down yere, ter JOY, an
peace. an rest up dar-up dar, where all great an
good men call him brudder; whar de Lord Jenooan
cali him son an whaT de blessed Savior VIII len
him stan at 6is right ban, foreber an eber; AN
be, nv friends, wus a BRAcK MANI An VINO 40 you
s'pose be wusi Who do you s'pose be wus T.
He paused for moment, as be repeated the qneS'
ton, and then, in slow, impressive manner, con-
tinued
at wus ole Cale-Cunnel Dswsey's Gale; an
dat good gemman dat take him In, an pray ODER
him when be die, WINS my maesa. Vas, bless dc
Lord, it wus BY NASSAU
AS Joe uttered these las. words, Preston bowed
his head his wife sobbed aloud and the black peo-
pie gave out low cry, as sad as the wall when
their own mourners breathe over the dead. flXlog
bis eyes on q TALL stalwart negro ID the audience,
the preacher continued:
can he wus ypu fader Jake You fader, who,
when be wus down yere, you bused, an' persecuted,
au' treated like dog, but who, up dar, am fought
worthy ter stan at de Sayior's right hanl HHo%s
il wus him, fur seed him. talked wild him, an be
gabs me suflin' ter tell you. Stan up now al
yere what he had ter say"
The black mans face assumed logged expression.
He moved uneasily on bis seat, but showed no lnc'
nation to rise. In firm, imperious tone, Joe agaln
called out to him;
'Stan' up, L say Folks like you fader am now,
do Mt talk ter sech you Ia when dey m slttln'
down. Stan up or I'll glib you what Cunnei Daw-
sew neber gabe You in all you life"
The negro reluctantly rose. Every eye was fixed
upon him, as Joe continued:
Z" lie AK NE ter say ter YOU Jake, dat he lub5 you
--lubs Won berry much; dat be fully an freely fur
eibs YOU fur all de wrong you eber done hin-fuT
all de tears an de sorrer you cher cause him. An
be say tor me: Tell Jake dat Use been down dar,
an seed him. Use seed how he shirk his wncki
how he 'buse his wife an chill rem how he hate his
"a.
hard on him, taint no scuse fur dat; how he swar,
an lie, an STEAL an teach all de oder brack folks
ter do de same; how hen no fought OBJ bis soul, no
fought 90 dyin', no fought OBJ whar hem gwine
when De Lords patience am clean done gone wld
him. Tell him, dat ef he gwo on dis way, be ii
neber see his ole fader more; neber see his ole
mudder, an bis little brudders, who am up yere, no
more; neber come ter dis fine country, but be shet
OUT inter outer darkness, wbar am weepin', an
wailln', an knashin' OBJ teeth. Oh tell him dis,
an treat him, by all bis faders keer fur him when
he wus chile; By all bis Tub fur him now; by all
de goodness OBJ dc Lord, who hsb borne wid him fru
all desc long years, ter turn roun'-ter turn
Ioun' now, an sot his face toward dis blessed
country, whar he kin hsb Joy foreber
Tell him, too, dat Of he'll do dis, his ole
fadsr'll leah his happy home, an come down dsr
an holp him--holp him at his wuck; holp him ter
bar ebery load; gb him strength when hem weak
hole up his feet when hem weary watch ober him
day an night all de time till he 10 ready ter come
up here, an lib wild de Savior foreber Tell him
Joe paused, for Wild cry echoed through the
buiidlng and the negro fell IN strong commissions to
the floor.
A scene of indescribable excitement and con-
fusion followed, during which tho black carried
out, and dead than alive, laid upon the ground.
When quiet was some what restored, Preston made
q short and feeling prayer and then, after giving
out hymn, he dismissed the congregation with the
usual benediction.
But our space fails us for any further spsci-
mems of work which every one familiar with
the name of the author will be eager to read
for himself. Mr.. Kirke has written a stngu-
larly impressive and absorbing story, although
he has had In view higher aim than any lit.
erary success. He has wished to stir the
hearts of his cOuntrymen, as with the sound
of bugle, to sense of the Importance of
tho present crisis, and to aid them in the ca
Enlistment of a policy which he deems essen
tia to the welfare of the nation, and even to
liza axihence.