The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1865-02-15

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US fur every day we misses, and if we
don't work we'n starve." How much
wood do you have to- cut day ?" the
ladies asked. "Three Cords" was the
reply.
The sons Of Africa labor under very
agreeable delusion when they under
stand by liberty freedom from work.
The Yankee, Of all others, is the very
instructor to free them from this plea
SAINT error. What an ingenious way he
has Of leading his sable disciples along
the flowery path to Freedom! No more
bondage no more right. of one human
being in another. Art thou not man aud
brother take that axe and cut me
three cords day, and at the end Of the
week call up and reap the rewards Of
your labor. Only every day you devote
to freedom, or doing nothing, is de-
ducted-a word of three syllables, the
meaning Of which is explained at the
end of the week, when Cuffee begins to
understand that the Genius of Univer-
sal Emancipation has but one boon to
bestow upon mankind" Root, pig, or
die"
Under the Southern master, two cords
of wood a day would be the work Of
very smart hand indeed, and Easter and
Christmas holidays are the universal
perquisites of the race. Christmas has
always come in their latitudes to rich
and poor, to white and black alike, and
if any have suffered during that time
honored festival it has been the master,
whose servants insist upon their periodi-
cal junkctiDgs, no matter who suffers
But Christmas holds no high place on tbs
Yankee calendar. The Fourth Of July,
when he calls upon the nations to &C
knowledge and admire the superior vir-
tue and intelligence of his character; the
Day Of Thanksgiving, when he gorges
to repletion with turkeys and pumpkin
| pie, and the Landing of the Pilgrims,
who came to America to be at perfect
liberty to deprive everybody else of their
liberties, are his great festival days. But
neither on festival nor fast is there to be
any holiday for the newborn African
sons of Freedom. "Dey charges us
every day we misses, and if we don't
work We'll starve."
This universal law Of nature, "work
or starve," is now, for tho first time,
made plain to African comprehension
1t is the decree of Providence and those
who do not heed it must disappear from
the face of the earth. Under the benefi.
cent system of Southern slavery, the ne
gro was made to bear his part in the pro-
ductive industry Of the world; but his
labor was moderate; it was alleviated by
sympathies unknown to any peasantry
in Europe, and by provisions for infancy
and old age which cannot be expected,
and are not even promised, under any
other system. Freedom will not dandle
upon its august Jap his little ebonies'
nor give him medicine when he is sick,
nor feed and clothe and shelter him
VIXEN he becomes old. Freedom requires
him to pay for these luxuries outof his
own pocket to work as he never worked
before, and charges him every day
when he MISSES" an operation by which,
we are informed, Freedom generally
manages, when payday comes, to bring
the astonished Son of Africa in debt, or
leaves him scarcely cash enough to drink
her health in a glass Of New England
rum.
We are constrained to believe that, of
all the sufferers by this war, the case Of
the emancipated negroes will be the most
miserable and the most hopeless. The
Yankees, if successful. are not going to
lose the profits Of this war by permitting
the African to indulge his constitutional
love Of ease and pleasure. He will realize
for the first time what work is when the
Yankee runs the machine and the prac-
| tical knowledge Of that fact will send his
whole race, before the century is ended,
to their only rcsting-place-the grave.
Admiral Goldsborough is said to be at
Washington, perfecting the organization
of fine feet for Enr0nean waters