mined to make the poor slave renounce Christ, or flog him to death!! With horrible cruelty he lashed him till his flesh was torn, and it hung about him in tatters!

With inhuman hardness, the master, while he was thus flogging his excellent slave, tauntingly inquired: "What now does your Jesus do for you?" The boy replied: "He helps me to bear dese strokes, Massa, with patience." And when this heroic martyr, in the act of expiring, was sneeringly asked by his tormentor: "And now what has your Jesus done for you?" he immediately answered, with a faultering voice, "Even dis, Massa, dat me can PRAY for you, and FORGIVE you!"

Here let us pause for a moment, and contrast the situation of these two human beings; each possessed of an immortal soul, equally precious in the eyes of Him who made them. The poor slave just expiring under the barbarous treatment of his master, and looking forward to that rest and joy which is the inheritance of the faithful, could, with his latest breath, like good Stephen, pray for, and forgive his cruel mur. derer. Though his way thither was through severe bodily suffering, his soul is doubtless for ever happy.

. But language would fail, to paint in its true colours the situation of the inhuman master;

and if we have a tear of pity to bestow, let us grant it to him. Avarice and tyranny must have blinded his eyes, and the cruelty of a demon taken possession of his heart. As to his sense of a state of retribution, we must leave it to Him who. sees us as we really are, and from whose Allseeing Eye nothing can be hid.

THE AFRICAN CHIEF.

[From the Statesman.]

Some years ago, the brother of Yaradee, the king of the Solimas, was captured in war, and brought in chains for sale to the Rio-Pongas. His noble figure, awful front, and daring eye, bespoke a mind which could know but one alternative-freedom or ruin. He was exhibited like a beast in the market-place, still adorned with massy rings of gold around his ancles, as in the days of his glory.

The tyrant who bound him, demanded for him an enormous price; and though the warrior offered immense sums for his redemption, refused to listen a moment to his proposals. Distracted by the thought of his degradation, the tear stole from his eye, when he entreated them to cut his hair, that had long been permitted to grow, and was platted with peculiar care

Large wedges of gold were now laid at the feet of his master, to obtain his ransom.

All was in vain. The wretch who held him was inexorable. Supplication might as well be made to the winds, or the cliffs and deserts of his country. Hope was now dead-darkness, deep and interminable, settled upon his soul. His faculties were shattered as by a stroke from on high; he became a maniac-and that robust frame which never trembled at danger, could not sustain the workings of his wounded spirit, but withered and perished under the weight of his chains.

Ye, who under the best governments in the world, range at pleasure, and enjoy all that you can desire, having none to make you afraid, could the miseries produced by the slave-trade be represented to you in their truth-in their immensity, you would not refuse your offerings to remove a curse which has consigned, and is now consigning, ten thousand manly forms to fetters, and ten thousand noble souls to despair. African Repository.

THE AFRICAN BOY.

A gentleman from the East-Indies, who lately. arrived at Exeter, presented a lady with a little

of age,

African boy, about nine or ten years. whom some time since, he humanely preserved from being destroyed by a slave-merchant.

It appears that among many slaves which were offered for sale by the captain of the slave ship, this black infant was one; but not being able to procure a purchaser, he took the child up by the leg and arm, to throw him into the ocean; and when in the very act, the above gentleman interposed, and agreed to give him some consideration for him,

VE TAKER.

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the Commercial Advertiser, of 18 are taken from by a person who attended the death, as related man, who had employed much of his tirbed of a infamous business of taking up slaves, ange in the ing them back to their masters. He says: evening just as I was preparing for bed, a fe One called upon me, and earnestly entreated m male go and see her husband, whom she believed to be near the close of life; adding: 'He has be to long separated from me, and I arrived one yesterday, after a journey of ten days, to witne his distressed situation."

"Taking my trusty servant with me, I fol.

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lowed her, and in a few minutes we were by the bed-side of the dying man, who was worn almost to a skeleton, and was surrounded by the appearances of abject poverty. The weeping wife threw herself on the bed, and taking one of his feeble hands in hers, told him what she had done, and intreated him to open his heart to the friend she had brought to administer consolation: when, turning his languid eyes towards me, in which horror and despair were strongly expressed 'Oh Sir !' said he, 'is there, can there be, any hope for the greatest and the vilest sinner that ever lived ?'

"Being exhausted, he fell asleep for a few minutes; but the spirit that never dies, making another struggle before its departure, he turned his eyes around upon us, and said: This poor suffering woman, whom I have so basely neglected, has forgiven me; but there are those who can never forgive me; those whom I have injured and betrayed, and are out of my reachbeyond any atonement I can offer.' 'God is infinite,' said I, 'in all his attributes, and mercy is among the number.' 'Oh Sir! I know it,' replied he; but there is one base act of trea

n. thery, besides that to my poor wife, which hangs like a millstone about my neck. Having left native state in poverty and distress, brought my n by bad habits, I came to Philadelphia, and