Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1865-03-03
A Wonderful Change.

"The Child's Paper" small foil,
monthly sheet, filed with orthodox re
/ ligious reading for children, has beer
! published for twelve years by the A
merican Tract Society, Nassau street
New York 1t is elegantly printed, anC
each number is illustrated with wood en-
cravings, by the best artists. Its circu'
ation is immense. Not many months
ago, the society was careful TO put in il
no word or picture that could give offence
to Shareholders and their apologists. II
is different now, however. The mos
prominent picture in the number for the
present month is the figure of negro
woman, upon whose face are descending
the rays Of the sun, emblematic Of the
new era oflight and liberty for the colored
race. The picture illustrates the fol-
lowing
! 0AOhI VI n ola 81 -hO 1Ah~hNs
Dinah was slave mother. When her
first baby was born, she did not rejoice
over her darling as other mothers do.
"Ben," she said, "dis child ant ourn
it may be tux from Us and sold any
day."
"Well," said poor Ben, "it may be de
Lords chile, if it amt ourn."
Twelve children we're born to Dinah,
bright, handsome, healthy, frolicksome
babies, dear to Dinah's tender and loving
heart, and they grew up children that
mother might well be proud Of; but she
bad no part or lot in them. Home with
its treasured affections was not for her.
AS they grew up, one boy and one girl
after another were rent from her. Her
mistress was often pressed for money;
and she has two or three hundred dollars
to pay for the education and accomplish
ments of her children, the slave-trader
would call, and laying down six or eight
hundred dollars in gold and bills for
Dinah's Lucy or George or Tom, they
were sold.
"SelIing my chil'en to pay for her
chipen" cried poor Duah in an agony of
spirit.
"What is your gal worth p asked the
trader, eyeing one of Dinah's beautiful
girls of fourteen years.
"Sir," said Dinah, bitterly, she's worth
to me what granddaughter is to you"
But the trader took 20 account of that
A slave mothers heart, slave mothers
tears, slave mothers grief had no entry
in his calculations. Then her husbands
master sold out and moved away. He
had lived on neighboring plantation,
and he took Ben with him, and Dirah
heard of him no more. "Dere don't no
letters 60 tween us" sobbed poor grief
stricken Dinah. "We can't write, and it
is as good as being dead no, no, not so
good" The poor woman hugged her
last little one to her bosom, and looking
up TO the sky, her whole face wore the
look of that agonizing prayer of the
Savior, "My God, why hast Thou for
saken me ?"
Alb, thou poor slave mother, God has
neither forgotten nor forsaken thee or
thy suffering people. Thy wrongs have
come up before him. The blood of the
poor crieth unto him.
"Like as father 'pitieth his children,
so the Lord pitieth them that fear Him.
The mercy of the Lord is from everlast-
ing to everlasting upon them that fear
him, and his righteousness unto children's
children"
Strange as il may seem, this touching
story, beautifully illustrated, is now prin-
ted and sent into thousands of Sunday
schools and tens of thousands of families,
by the very Society which few years
ago, would not print word against
slavery, aud systematically mutilated the
works of English authors by omitting
every anti-slavery line; its managers
declaring that its Constitution
placed them under obligation to pursue
bis coursel The change is alike mar
Tellous and significant, and in view of ii
may well thank God and
axe courage.-Anti- Slavery Standard.
To START A BALKEY HoRsE.-Filll
bis mouth with dirt or gravel from the {
'oad and he'll 60. Now don't laugh at {
his but try it. The plain philosophy of I.
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