The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1877-1885, 1879-04-10

her trouble. But the spirit OF utter
abandonment to all terrestrial things in
which the song was continued, proved
her aspirations were divine.
They were addressed to him, whose
ear is ever open to the cry of his little
ones.
This colored portion Of our popula-
ton are among us in some respects very
much in the same relations that existed
before the war. The law of mutual de-
pendence is the bond which unites
black and white. The complexion of
the ballot box, | think shows more than
military force, fraud, or anything else,
that the negro is returning to his first
love-the protection of his former
master. And well he may. There is
between the master and his former
slave a feeling of sympathy, and for the
whole race, a forbearance. unknown to
the North.
Aninstance that came under my Oh
servations is worth recording here.
Two maiden ladies, snatched from
the spoliation Of the first stages Of free
dom a little ragged negro, a child of
their old nurse, who died during the
war. They raised and educated this
girl-instilled into her, principles OF
right and wrong. No white child had
a brighter mind, or was more scrupu-
lous lin obeying the laws OF truth and
honesty. Through early neglect per-
haps, this girl fell a prey to consump-
ton. She had always slept in her mis-
tress' room-her little bed being carried
out every morning. After this fell dis
ease had rendered her helpless, she
was no more permitted to leave them.
Often, [ We looked in upon this trio of
evening. The invalid girl would be
in the best, and easiest chair in
the house. Her trundle bed tucked
IN one corner. neat and white, and
her two mlstreSses present, beStOwing
upon her, the tenderest care. Love,
bound them together, and the best of
all, they had taught her the way of
Life. 1t was most cheering to see the
sweet smile upon her wan face at the
mention of our Heavenly Father and
Eternal home. Her skin is black, but
her soul is white they said when she
lied, and | know she is at rest. We
will grieve no more for Edith"
Some of the colored people down here
whose habits of industry, and sobriety,
ire commendable, are planting bright
title homes of their own in our midst.
The new cot, little garden, fruit trees
md poultry yard are no dctraction from
ne picturesque by which We are sur
'ounded.
On Saturdays and holidays, the
presented from my window is
fanciful. The road leading to the
'illage is lively with gaily dressed col
red men and wOmen the long line of
is interspersed with vehicles
t every conceivable style, Except the
eautitul) to which are attached mules
/ oxen, some of the latter trottine like
orses, taking into town, shucks, cot
IN or hay. The crowd is boisterous
18th mirth which seems to be universal
nd the looker-on can help thinking
here ignorance is bliss it were follyto be
Use. Among the mass can be spotted
Nv and then one, toned down by a lit
e larning; and very distinguished
hen seen, is the preacher and poll
wild dat government big
,ss. F..
Tins race which has 50 often darkencd ,
II political sky. may be unweildy in t
any respects. but what would the |
'uth do without the negro to work her |
tton fields? The white man has nj vet =
armed, to fill the slaves place. e
immigration to our state is slow. and
~ Is it? If there is anything hostile !
u social, or political status, TO pre- i
mt immigration, it is in fancy OF hear y
y, but not i'll reality. VIII not Col. a
'iks Hand book Of \. c., Of which | q
ar SO much that is good, awaken some !,
crest abroad in our State. that will Il
luce immigration?
broad fields are languishing for 8
Dper cultivation. our rivers and milf- !,
regions await the application of art q
| science, when untold profits would d,
ours. The South needs the emil ~
INT AMI the crowded North nee Is our ~