155] slave’s friend.- 15 And we took in our cargo there, Three hundred negro slaves; And we sailed onward merrily, Over the ocean waves. One Woman,- sulkier than tire rest. Would still refuse her food— Hark! hark! e’en now I hear her cries!- I see her in her bloodI They flung her overboard—poor wretch, She rested from her pain ; But when, O when ! O blessed God, Shall I have rest again ? From the Juvenile Poems for the. use of Free American Children, of every complexion. By W. L. G. NEW BOOK. Just published, a beautiful little book, entitled “ The Fountain, for every day in the year.” Against each day there is a text of scripture, and an anti-slavery sentiment. It is ornamented, with a handsome engraving,—a kneeling slave, done by Patrick Reason, a colored young man of the City of New- York. Children! Ask your fathers to go to
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