Poetry: The Fugitive

Among the inhabitants of Michigan the fugitive finds much sympathy. Ke 19 received with great cortliaüty into their housés, and the story of bis wronga is listened to witli attention and interest, and it often makes a permanent lodgment n tiie imagination oftlioso who hear it, A friend in Kaíamazoo has sent us the fnllowing unes concerning one of these candidates for liberty, which we hive thought naight interest our readers.Of lato I sanr from bondage fled, A cnao of noble form; Hia fate was hard, wilh tears he said, Oppressed at night and morn. The pnths of Jife were cold and rough, A mother'a care unknown! Altbough toe prate of freedom's wortb, lts lamp on him ne'er abone ! He at bis mastcr's order vent, And labored all the day; His nights ia sleepless grief wero spent, Mid sigha they passed avvay! His tvifa and childrcn whom be Joved, Were by another chained; A father'd car bis hosom moved, His heart was sorelj pained. By fortune'8 hand tbey wero removed! Intense his angutsh grow! His master'slash his grief reproved, And ceascd the cry of woe ! At night be rose from restiess sleep, To visit their abode; To heat hia raoite ihen orphans weep - "Wh o could endure the load? But he amidst their bitter woe, Foond consola tinn de ar! To hear their youthfal prottle flow, And mark the filial tear! Long ere the day began to dawn, His labor uras commenced! But spon he met his master's fvonv, Wboee anger was intense! With hottest rage and passion wild, This monster breathcd his curse i He theo assumed a baughty smile- - His servant's hopes were crushd! The master naught bnt vengeance knew ! The lash hia only aid.' Tby days," said he, "are sad and few - Thy youthfu! blooai shall fado!' He by his master then was sent Uoío a dictan t place. To bear the scourge - the hellish vent Of that oppressive race .But soon resolved to sink or a .viro, A dave he'd live no more! Tfaough death vvith all ita horrors grim Sbould meet him at the door.' He sought thedark andgloomy valo To escape his master's aight- He heard in dreams the Jisiant wail Of cbüdreu and of wife 1 How could he leave his dearest fricada, And bury frotn bis sight, Thoeo on whom bis joys depend. And tbus his prospecta blight ! He rose to meet his furnily dear- Deep anguish filled his breast; He told his troubles and bis fears, Hja misery and distress. His wife embraced ood hade him fleel Hia cbiloren cried aloud! "How can I part," he erica, flvrith thee, My wife, my dear, my spouse !" "Your mastcr 6ays that you sháll diel HÍ3 vengeance he'll pursueï Escape for life," hia childrsn ery, "Before be eeeks for you. ' I leave you then, my children dear, And you, my yoiithful bridef No more your criea shall greet my ear, My chÜdren and my pndo ! Your littlo hands must labor hard, Your backs endure the lash; Your sweat no raa6ter w'ül regard, 'Twill gain him gold- vile trash!" He left this land of equal righta, Where freedom's banners wave. And sought with kinga and titled koights. His liberty to save. _ H. A. E. A boy named Harvey, saya the VVe_ tumpkn (Ala.) Times, was flned five hundred dolinrs, and sentenced (o m'x mnnths rniprisonmenl, at the Circuit Court of that coynty, for shooting liis father! After sen tence he contrived lo escape from the offi eer, and has not since been heard of. I Such a fellow cannot Jong escape the punishmeot he deserves from the hands of Bome one. 'Tis ooly characteristic of Southern üfe.