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vidence, I may venture to tell the name of this person, Mr. Hedgman, who was a Christian Slave in the State of Kentucky; he, for a trivial fault, was sold from a Christian wife. He did, as Slaves generally do in such cases, humbly, but unwillingly, submit to his fate, and put his trust in God; praying and waiting. Too true, many of them pass from the busy scenes of this life without, in the least degree, realizing their expectation, to the world of peace. Here is a Christian brother, for a fault not amounting to a crime, bound in cold iron chains, with the lash cracking over his innocent head. In this brother may be seen the image of God; his soul no doubt, has been redeemed by the precious blood of Jesus. He is now to go to the Cotton Plantation or the Sugar Field. Sorrowfully he casts a wishful look at his dear wife, the tears standing in his manly eyes; again he looks away, his mind is occupied with past recollections and fearful anticipations. Though reduced to this degradation and misery, he was calm and collected; notwithstanding he would occasionally, with a sigh, give vent to the deep heaving of his heart, at the thought of separating, having no hope of seeing his wife again in this life. Press, dear reader, (if married), thy partner to thy heart, and thank God you were both born free. His wife shared his grief,—his mutual burden bore, female like,—a woman's reign is that of love,—she wept aloud! At
