Poetry

Passing, lalcly, by a mansión ofopulencc. where the lordlings of ihe Souili riot in luxury, at the expense of the "black mnn's toil," mi nttention vas"arrrsted by the plniniive trains ol on Africnn slnve in anndjoinins field, on whose ehoek the tear mingled with lus sweat. My eai caught the lollüwing fragment of the poor nogro's song: Sad anrl hungry - all fnrl'im, Negro woik from early mom; TJrnr the tlny nnd the niiiïit, Negru's woes find no respite. If I toil, 1 nothiti gain, Jny ne'er comes to pny for pain; Mnster v hip me vhen he like; Kill me if I dare to strike, I love Dinnii - she Iive me! We had little cbildren three; Dinih'gsnld - and we must part, O. it breaka poor Samho's heart! White man talk of liberiy! Vnï OT NEGRO TOO BE 1 RKK? The laeh of the driver forcedn pcrentn ofan gtiish ihat moment from Sarnbo, aniLI heurd no more.