# THE WEEKLY CONTRIBUTION PLAN.

Money is needed—

To sustain able and efficient lecturers,—To establish libraries in every town and parish,—To print and circulate petitions, newspapers and pamphlets, that this guilty nation may be aroused from her stupor of death, convinced of the sin of American slavery, and the benefits resulting from immediate emancipation, so that by the combined influence of duty and interest, she may be constrained to do justice, and “let the oppressed go free.”

This can be done by THE WEEKLY CONTRIBUTION PLAN, should every friend of liberty contribute weekly “as God hath prospered him.”

## DIRECTIONS.

1. Let this box remain stationary upon the chimney piece or table in the most public room in your dwelling, as it will not only give strangers an opportunity to aid in swelling the bondman's treasury, but it will also remind the contributors of their weekly pledge.

2. The contributors should be punctual, to drop into the box, every Sabbath morning, the amount of their “weekly contribution,”—there to remain until the collectors call for it, which will be on the last Monday of every month. This will habituate them to act in a systematic benevolence.

They should be a treasurer in each town or parish, and one or two collectors to each school district.

The collectors should enter the name of every contributor, with the amount pledged, upon a card which will be furnished gratuitously, and on the last Monday of every month make the collections and pay the amount over to the treasurer. The treasurer should enter the name of every collector in a book furnished gratuitously, with the number of contributors and amount contributed by each, receive their collections, and forward the same to H. G. Chapman, Treasurer of the Mass. A. S. S., 25 Cornhill, Boston.

## DEUTERONOMY.

Thou shall not deliver unto his master the servant which is escaped from his master unto thee. xxiii. 15.

## ISAIAH.

Take counsel, execute judgment, make thy shadow as the night in the midst of the noon-day; hide the outcasts, bewray not him that wandereth. xvi. 3.

## JESUS CHRIST.

Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy. Matt. v. 7.

Therefore all things whatsoever ye would that men should do unto you, do ye even so to them: for this is the law and the prophets. Matt. vii. 12.

Verily I say unto you inasmuch as ye did it not to one of the least of these ye did it not to me. Matt. xxv. 45.

To preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind;—to set at liberty them that are bruised. Luke iv. 18.

## ST. PETER.

Then Peter opened his mouth and said, of a truth I perceive that God is no respecter of persons: but in every nation, he that feareth him, and worketh righteousness, is accepted of him. Acts x. 34, 35.

## ST. PAUL.

And hath made of one blood all nations of men for to dwell on the face of the earth.— Acts xvii. 26.

Where the spirit of the Lord is there is liberty. Acts xii. 17.

For Brethren, ye have been called into liberty. Gal. v. 13.

Remember them that are in Bonds, as bound with them. Heb. xiii. 3.

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THE WEEKLY CONTRIBUTION.
A SABBATH MORNING HYMN.

By Maria W. Chapman.

I Cor. xvi. 2.

The memory of a gracious deed
Of justice and of love,
How many a swelling heart shall heed,
Of differing nation, name and creed!
How many a soul approve!

As fell upon Corinthian ears
The words of holy Paul,
In other tongues, in other spheres—
O'er wastes of waters and of years—
Upon our souls they fall.

As o'er Corinthian fanes of yore,
The Sabbath sun shines fair:
This morn will we lay by in store,
As God hath prospered us before,
Thank-offerings for his care.

Come, Sire!—come, Mother!—bring your gift
To aid the suffering slave!
Let wife and husband's generous thrift
Unite his bleeding form to lift,
And from oppression save.

Come, little children, kneeling by!
Devote what God hath given,
And raise your little hands on high,
Till freedom hath the victory,
And earth becomes like heaven.

In pure religion's conquering name,
Speed on, thou living fire
Of Freedom! till thy beacon flame
From all our hill-ops green, shall shame
The oppressor's low desire.

Nor time nor space absorb the rays;—
The radiance onward streams.
The kindly deed of present days,
Though centuries interpose their haze,
O'er all the future gleams.