me of most weighty and solemn character. And
you will see that the circumstances from which this thought arises are
of equal moment to yourself. Can the pride of leaving your children
possessed of long slave states, or the policy of sustaining in the state
the institution of slavery, justify you in overlooking a point of moment
to your future happiness?

What excuse could you offer at the bar of God, favoured as you have been
with the benefits of a refined education, and through a long life with
the gospel of love, should you, when arraigned there, find that you
have, all your life long, laboured under a great mistake in regard to
slavery, and that in this mistake you had died, and only lifted up your
eyes in the light of eternity to be corrected, when it was too late to
be corrected in any other way.

_I could wish to address you_ (being bred, born, and raised in your
family) _as a father in Israel, or as an elder brother in Christ, but I
cannot; mockery is a sin._ I can only say then, dear sir, farewell, till
I meet you at the bar of God, where Jesus, who died for us, will judge
between us. Now his blood can wash out our stain, break down the middle
wall of partition, and reconcile us not only to God but to each other,
then the word of his mouth, the sentence will set us at one. As for
myself, I am quite ready to meet you face to face at the bar of God. I
have done you no wrong; I have nothing to fear when we both fall into
the hands of the just God.

I beseech you, dear sir, to look well and consider this matter soundly.
In yonder world you can have no slaves--you can be no man's master--you
can neither sell, buy, or whip, or drive. Are you then, by sustaining
the relation of a slaveholder, forming a character to dwell with God in
peace?

With kind regards,

I am, sir, yours respectfully,

J.W.C. PENNINGTON.

LIBERTY'S CHAMPION.

BY A FRIEND OF THE AUTHOR'S.

On the wings of the wind he comes, he comes!
With the rolling billow's speed;
On his breast are the signs of peace and love,
And his soul is nerved with strength from above:
While his eyes flash fire,
He burns with desire
To achieve the noble deed.

To the shores of the free he goes, he goes!
And smiles as he passes on;
He hears the glad notes of Liberty's song,
And bids the brave sons of freedom be strong.
While