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New Series. No. 13.

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Ma. G. T. I-Iasaaan.

Dear Sir; As the Law has pronounced a man past tbreescore incompetent to serve on a Grand Jury, so, for esght ' ' a crime, or misdemeanor, . ‘u some measure, may account for the public press throwing me over- board; but, as there is s ypnng hand at the helm of Old Ga he, pro hly, may indulge an old correqscadent by ineertiq the following. Though pcseesslq no poetic merit. it may awaken the eyes- pathy ofscuie who, like the writer. are nearing that “ bourn, whence no traveller returns;" and can do no harm to the you .

When content sting the past, you meet be aware that it is with a cat desires for your well4>eiag. here and hereafter,

I subscribe myself, Your attached Friend, J. 1..

February. I058.

“T33 GIIID 813131)." (Twenty-third Psalm.)

Or. a Hymn for unrequited Old Age: troubled, at receiving evil for good; yet looking, with some he , beyond the bounds of sin and Satan's domain. to t at blissful region, where there is fnlness of joy and plea- sures for evuniore.

0, what a Good Shepherd have I- A weak, wandering, versatile sheep! IIy wants his large heart doth supply, a guards me from wolves whilst I sleep.

I'll range His rich Pastaree of Love,

And qualf of the life-giving stream; I soul He restores from above. y paths are directed by Him.

Yea, though the dark valley I tread. oath cannot in s irit dismay; The kind Shepherd will still lift my head. ‘ I'Iia rod and his stafbe my stay. Whilst in Heseeh, as yet, I eiefonrn, feemsn, my table e’lI spread; My cl age He'll not save on, Nor His Watchers forsake my sick bed.

Past the bourn of mankind's dwindled age. Snr ‘d surely on scrrcw‘s and sea, Let so mercy my sulfhings ass e-— Or, come quickly, dear bephta, for me. The substance Thy bounty did lend, Like a mock-bird, soon spread out the wing; Bet. the tlercer life's tempssts contend. more sweet and more load will I sing.

Whatever Thy will may ordain, Tho‘ no son on m twelllli hour shine.

Tho‘ the purpluslsd worldling disdain; On thy bosom still bid use recline;

And Th till he the I d , To ch’ee‘r'°i’lilens.e.:i:ear wi|dern‘e:s Can Forever he ever too Ion Salvation, to carol Hie praise;

And gene on Imnienael's sweet face, Altogether meet lovely-sublime;

Restcrer of Adam's stray race, Mighty Shepherd! Enfold me with thine!

'I‘hen ive me a place at thy feet, Wi myriada of poor, to enjo

The Btidegroom’s superb crowning treat! Where nor swindlers nor thieves can annoy.

These, scsth’d by Hesv'n's dire ire, fisth qnenchleee hrs, 8 I false hope expiry’ .. As dying breath. Ye who your souls have sold, To gain or idcl—ooi.o; Csa go your soul uphold Ia frantic death I

uiscnir -rois's CABIN.

‘ WAY. I. The Property is arried cl.-“ Sold South."-

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Mrs. IheIby's visit.—'Ilorn’s departure.——The Ble&wnIth's Shop.—Mestar George.—8uper- fluoul exllorhtions.

TF3 FOIJICI, looked and II ' llllls llllollflh fie widow of Unc e ‘s 1¢I0°k0d 0|! llownrost faces, the images of

mournful home. no little table stood out be- f0|’0 “I0 “P0. oovorod with an ironing-cloth; a coarse, but clean shirt or typo, ffggh {mm the iron, hung on the back of a chair by tho fire and Aunt Chloe had sno r spgdoug bgfope he, on the this. Carefully she rnhboa no 1",“ every fold end every hem, with In no“ go”. Ions exactness, every now and M nigh, r hendtoher face towipecl thetean an were coursing down her cheeks. Tom at by, with hie Testament o knee, and has neither lay all bed. _ Toni, who heart,

_ on his heed leaning upon his and; but . It was gt earl , and the children bgefier dieir ittle rude trundle-

hed to tire full the gentle, domestic ohnowflsh, °w‘op‘f'or thein ! has been a peculiss NIUO un race, t u walked silealy to lack at ohlldregno. P w

" It's the Isettlno," ho gm,

Aunt Chloe did eetanswer, only rubbed away on 8-aoarss shlrt, already as smooth as hands eedd lake it; end dually set-

INI down

“Is her with d irl o. my --1 P""‘l'- '5' ‘It ‘WI '0 6- Isblo. indugli destrliis ll iiifheiii i':t'.'i..I'.iii'i'i..’°.' °i°iii:: lip‘ Ito‘! veieednd we ." r waye—rnesu as dirt lg! gl now ho‘ sJr"j‘ ,"'III" 3 5|‘. 0 Lord? 1 yer flennels for rheumetis In in ash I K‘ "It'll I h'ew d anything whar ycn’s go one , ‘cause there won't nobody make fin“? .“ ,“'_¥d ""° Nil Missls says no more. Then here's yer old fin-3, mg] L", !0.||IIyIflortwo;but, eseyerisnewoues. ltoedofthoeeyarl ° "'*'-N-Hi-irondovu,.ioaiin¢-nuuigictncipumi-ita--ea

thar! They kills ‘am! I've bearu ’em tell how day works ‘cm izpon deni ar plantations."

“ 'I‘here’ll be a same God there, Chloe, that there is here."

“ Well," said Auntchloe, “ a’ dare will; but do Lord lets drefllil things pperi some-

times. I don't seem to trio comfort dat way. “ I'm in the Lord a hands," Did Tom : “ notliiri’ can go no furder then He lets it; and tha’rs one thingl can thank Him for. It's me that's sold and going down, and'uot you nur the ohiI'eu. Here you re safe ; what comes will come only on me; and the Lord, He'll help me —I know He wi I." _ _

Ah, bravo, manly heart, smothering thine own sorrow to comfort thy beloved ones. Tom s ke with a thick utterance, end with a bitter c oking in his threat-—but he spoke breve end strong;

“ t's think on our mercies 2" he added trcmulously, as if he was uite sure, he needed to think on them very bar ind .

“ Marc es !" said Aunt Chloe, " doii’l: see no mercy in‘t! tnu't right! tan't ri ht it should be so! ‘ Mes'r never on ht tor lo it so, that ye could he took for his de la. Ye've aru't him all he is for e, twice over. He owed ye yer free om, an ought tor gin't to yer years ago. Mebbe he can't help himself now, butl feel it's wrong. Nothing can't beat that or out 0' me. Sich a faithful crittur as ye've been, end ellers sot his business 'fore_ yer own every way, end reckoned on him more then or own wife and chil'en' Them as sells heart a love end heart's blood, to get out thar scrapes, do Lcrd'lI be up to ’em '"

“ Chloe! now, if ye love me, ya won't talk so, when perha s ' at the last time we'll ever have to thcr! ii I'll tell 9, Chloe, it as agiu mgeto hear a word agiu iiias’r. Wan t he put in my arms a hub !—it’s nature I should think a heap of him. d he couldn't be 'spectod to think so much of poor Tom. Mss'r is used to having ell these yer things done for ’em, and nat'lI they don't think so much on't. They can't ‘spouted to, no way. Set him ’Iongside of otlher ’inIepl'rs-—:h‘p;s hxd ah?‘ treatment arig the ivin eve a . n a never won have let this yer come on me, if he could have

it aforehand. I know he wouldn't."

“ Wal, any way, thar's wrong about it some- u-Iiar," said Aunt Chloe, in whom a stubborn sense _of justice was a predominant trait; “I ;'::.‘.':.i:‘.:'“.'»:‘.°.‘;::.;r‘:‘.:;fr=- W “'"" “"8

“ Yer ought tor look up to the Lord above; He's above nll—thar don't a sparrow fall with- out 'm."

“ It don't seem to comfort me, but I ’s'pect it orter,” uid Aunt Chloe.

“ But der's no use talkin': I'll jest wet up do .".‘.’.i.‘.‘.?:’§'i.‘3.f..‘..".".‘5':’.f..’.'°,.‘3.'.'.‘3: .'l?.‘3.'Zi.§‘.'.9= '°""°

In order to ap reciate t e sulerings of the §.'i1‘§l’.°.' a'.‘.’.'Z'a..'.'.’.‘i.‘..’ ilr.'.'Z‘.'i.'..i° ..’:'"2fiZ"k"°.i‘Z.'3. ‘iii peculial:-I strong}. Their local ettacliineiat: are vcr s i in . ey are not uatura y ring an 6lll4e5§l'I‘hIn ,but lhoipo-loviugaud afictionl; ate. A to t is, a t e terrors with whic ignorance invests the unknown, and add to this, again, that scllintfilto the south is set before negro from chil ood as the last spverity of

e l’:i'.I’.."'.'.":'.‘a"’,'..'a..,,'r.§'.‘-’ tiliiii '..'l~“i."'il'i?:' a'J".’i° thli-est pf din sept down river. d b e gave our- se ves ear is eeliug cxprcsse y em and seen the unaflbctod horror with which they’wiIl sit in their gossi ing hours, and tell frightful stories of that “ own river" which to thorn is

" That endiscover’d country, from whose bourne No traveller returns.”

A missionary amon the fugitives in Canada told us that many 0 the fugitives confessed themselves to have escaped from comparatively kind masters, and that they were induced to brave the perils of escape, in almost every use, by the desperate horror with which they regard- e being sold south—-a which was haagng either over themselves or their husbands, elr wives or children. This nerves the African, naturally tieut, timid, and unenterprisiri , with heroic courage, and leads him to an r hunger, cold, in, the perils of the wilderness, and the more read penalties of re-ca

The lllllfile morning meal now smo ed on the table, for rs. Shelby had excused Aunt Chloe's attendance at the great house‘ that morning. The poor soul had expended all her little energies on t is farewell feast-had killed and dressed her choicest chicken, and prepared her corn- cake with scrupulous exactness, just to her husband's hate, and brought out certain myste- rious jrs on the inentelpiece, souie preserves that were never produced exeept on extreme occasions.

‘ , Pete,” said Mose, triumphantly, “ ha'n’t we gota buster ofa breakfast. ' at t e seine time catching at a fragrneut of the chicken.

Aunt Chloe gave him a sudden box on the car. “ Thar now! crowing over the last breakfast ye poor daddy's gwine to have to home !"

“ 0 Chloe! said Tom gently.

“ Wal, I can't help it," said Aunt Chloe, hiding her face in her apron.

“ I s so tossed about, it makes me act ugly."

The boys stood quite still, looking flrst at their father and than at their mother, while the baby, climbiri up her clothes, began an impe- rious commsn ing cry.

“ Thar !” said Aunt Chloe, wiping her eyes and hking up the baby:iiow I’s done, I hope —now do eat something. This yer‘s ray nicest

chicken. _'l'ber, boys, ye shall have some, poor crittursl Yer mammy s n cross to r.” T e be needed no second invitation, and

went in w tb tseal for the eahbles; and it VIII W011 tho} so, as otherwise there would have been very little performed to any purpose by the party.

“N0W." said Allat Chloe, bustling about

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mend with. But Ior! who'll "ever mend for ye?" and Aumt Chloe, s in overcome, laid her

eed on the box side, an sobbed. “ To think on't! no crittur to do for ye, sick or weIl!I don't railly think I ought ter be now !"

Th ys, vin eaten eve ing there was on the breakfastrtalrle, began now to take some thought of the case; and seeing their mother crying, and their father lookinguyery sad, be- gan tc whim r and ut their uds to their eyes. Uncle om ha the bah on his knee, and was letting her enjoy hersc f to the utmost extent, scretchin his face and pulling his hair and occasionally rocking out into clainorcus explosions of delight, evidently arising out of

or own internal rollections.

“ Ay, crow away, poor cri ur !" said Aunt Chloe; “ yc’ll have to come to , too ! Ye’ll live to see yer husband sold, or rnebbo be sold yer- sclf;and these yer boys, tlicy‘s to be sold, Is’ so, too, jest like as not, when dey gets fifiosnfor somethin’; au't no use in niggers

vin’ ncthin'!"

Here one of the missis a-comin’ in !'

“She can't do no good; what's she comipg for I" said Aunt Chloe.

Mrs. Shelby entered. Aunt Chloc sets. chair for her in a manner decidedly ufl' and crusty. She did not seem to notice ei er the action or the manner. She looked pale and anxious.

_“ Toi:a” slhe saiéi, “ I came tt:"Tand sto pin su en , an re r in e si ent on , IIIGSQI dcwnln the chi§i‘r, an , covering he‘: so with her handkerchief, began to sob.

“ Lor, now, Missis, don't——dori't !" said Aunt Chloe, bursting out in her turn; and for a few moments they all wept in compan . in those tears they all shed to other, he high and the lowly, melted away at the heart-burnings and anger of the oppressed. Oh, ye who visit the distressed, do ya know that evcrythin your money can buy, given with a cold, averte face, is rapt yvorth one honest tear shed in real sym-

“ y good follow," said Mrs. Shelby, “I can't give you‘anythiug to do {in any good. If I give you money, it will only taken from you. But I tell you solcmnly,aud before God, that I will kce trace of you, and bring you

as soon as can command the money; and, till then, trust in God!"

Here the boys called out, that Mas'r Hale was coming, and than an uiiceremonious kic pushed open the door. Haley ‘stood there in ver ill humour, having ridden hard the night be are, and being not at all pacified by his ill- success in re-ca turing his prey.

“C°!||°," said he, "ye ni r, e‘r ready! 501'"-It. uia'em," mid he, to rig o his bet, as he saw Mrs. 8 cl .

Aunt Chloe shut and corded the box, and, getting up, looked ufly on the trader, her tears seeming sudde y turned to sparks of lire.

om rose up mecklyto follow his new master, and raised up his boa box on his shoulder. His wife took the baby in her arms to go with him tothe wagon, and the children, still crying, trailed on behind.

Mrs. Shelb , walking up to the trader, de- mined him or e fewmomeuts, talkin with him in earnest manner; and while she was thus talking, the family party proceeded to a. wagon that stood ready harnessed at the door. A crowd of all the old and young hands on the place stood tliersd around it, to bid farewell to their 01 associate. Tom had been look up to, th as a head servant and a christian teacher, by all the co, and there was much IIOIIOIC sympathy an grief about him, particu-

r y among the women.

:‘ Why, Chloe, you bar it bettcr'n we do!" said one of the women, who had been wee in freely, noticing the gloomy calmness with w ic Aunt Ioe stood by the we n.

“ I’sc done my tears !" sai she, locking Iy at the trader, who was comin u . “ does not feel to cry 'fore det er old limit, uoliow !"

“ Get in!” said Haley to Tom, as he strode throifib the crowd of servants, who looked at bini th lowering brows.

Toni got in, and Haley, drawing out from under the wagon-seat a heavy pair of shackles, made them fast round each an Is.

A smothered groan ofindignation ran through the whole circle, and Mrs. Shelby spoke from

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“Mr. Haley, I assure you that precaution is entirely unneoessar ."

“ Don't w, me'nm ; I've lost one live hun- drod dollars from this yer place, and I can't afiird to run no more risks.

“ What else could she ‘s ct on him?" said Aunt Chloe, indi nantly; while the two boys, who now seem to comprehend at once their father's destiny, clung to her gown, sobbing and caning vehemeu y.

“ ’m sorry," mid Tom, “ that Mes'r George he period to be ewey." . '

_ rgc had gone to spend two or three days with a com ion on a neighbouring estate, and having epertcd earl in the moruiu ,before Tom's misfortune lied u made pubic, had left without hearing of it.

“ Give my love to Mas’r George," he said

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Haley whipped up the horse, and with a stead , mourn ul loo , fixed tn the last on the old p acc, Tom was whirled away.

Mr. Shelby at this time was not at home. He had sold Toni under the spur of a driving ueoesait , to get out ofthe war of a man whom he d , and his Ire ling, alter the con- summation ofthebes in, had been tlistcf relief.

t his wife's expostulstions awoke s half- sleniberlng regrets; and1l‘om‘s manly disinte- reetednem increased the unplcasantriess of his belings. It was in vain that he said to himself that he had a right to do It, that everybody did it, and that some did it without even the ex- ense of nocsssi ; he could not satisfy his own feelings; and t he might not witness the un-

nt scenes of the consummation, he had

no on a short business tour up the eoentr ,

rig t.h.s‘teg.vlrouId be overhcfore hsretui-nod.

ey settled on along the dusty reed, whirling paet every old familiar spot, antllthe bends ofthe esbte werehirlypar

mdundtheyfoundthensslvssoutoutliecpen

lioys called out, “Thsr's

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Like. Afler they had ridden about a mile,

leg suddenly drew in at the door of a black- emit ‘a shop, when ng out with him a pair of bandcufi, he ate pod into the shop to have a little alteration in Eiem.

“ These yer's a little too small for his build," said Haley, showing the fcttsrs, and pointing out at Torn.

“Lot! now, if that en't Shslby’s Tom. He sn't sold hiui, now 3" said the smith.

“ Yes he has," said Halely. _

“Now, ya don't! Wal , reely," said the smith, a who'd a thou ht it! Why, ye needn't

to fatten’ him up t is yet way. He's the aithfulcst best crittur"—

“Yes, yes," said Haley, “but your good follows are just the critturs to want to ter run hem stupid ones, as doesn't care what they P), and s iftless, drunken ones, as don't care or nothin', they'll stick by, and like as not" be rather pleased to be toted round ; but those yer prime fellows, they hates it like sin. No way but to fetter ‘em; got legs-they'll use ’ein, no niista.ke.’.’ .

“ Well,” said the smith, feeling among his ntatioua down thiir, stranger, an’t jest the a Kcntuck iii r wants to go to; they dies that to ‘able fast, ou't they! "

“ Wal s, tol’able fast, thor dyiu is; what with the cliuiating and one thin an another, they dies so as to keep the mar at up pretty brisk,“ said I-Iale .

“ Wal, now, a fellcr can't help thinkin, it's a. mighty pity to have a nice, quiet, lfiely fellow, as good un as Tom is, go down to be fairly ground up on one of thorn ar sugar plan- tations."

“ Wal, he's got a fair chance. I promised to do well by him. I'll t him in house-servant in some 0 d faiui y, and then, if he stands the fever and ’cIimating, he'll have a berth good as an nigger ought tor ask for."

“ e leaves his wife and chil‘en up here s‘pose! ”

“ Yes; but he'll get another thar. Lord, thar's women enough eve whar,” said Haley.

Tom was sitting vc mournfiilly on the out- side of the sho , whi c this conversation was going on. Sudcfenly he heard the quick, short click of a horse's hoof behind him ; and before he could fairly awake his surprise, yfiuiig

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Master Goo pran into the his arms tumlfiiouafiy round his , and was sobbiii and ding with energy.

“ I , it’s real mean! I don't care

what the my, any of ‘em ! It's a nasty, mean shame! flwaseinari they shouldn't do it —tbey should not, so!" said George, with a kind of subdued howl. ‘

0 ‘r r ! this does me good !” said Tom. " I couI£‘t bar to go cl’ witbcat seein’

c! It does me real good, ye can't tell!” Here

om made some movement of his feet, and Gear ‘s eye fell on the fetters.

“ t a shame !" lie exclaimed, lilting his heplds. “I'll knock that old fellow down—I wi !"

" No you won't, lfsa'r George not talk so loud. It won't help me any to anger im."

“Well, I won't, then, for your sake; but only to think of it—isn‘t it a shame! They never sent for me, nor sent me any word, and if it hadn't been for Tom Lincoln I shouldn't have heard it. I tell you, I blow ‘em up well,all of ‘cm, at home !"

“ That ar was't right, I'm feared, Mas’r

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“ an’t hcl it! I an it's a shame! Look here, Uncle om,” said a turning his back to to the shop, and s ' in a mysterious tone, “ I've brought you mydo .' ”