, pray for me. I mean to turn about, if I live."

"Dats jest what I've sought de Lord for, massa, dis six months coming
New Year. Let's go up into de loft; it's whar I've wrastled for you in
prayer."

He leads the way. The floor of the loft is covered with cotton-seed. A
wheelbarrow is in the middle of the floor. Jacob takes off his jacket,
and with it brushes the cotton-seed away from one side of the
wheelbarrow, lays the jacket down for his master to kneel upon, and goes
to the other side. Like Jacob at Peniel, he has power over the angel,
and prevails; he weeps and makes supplication unto him. The master
breaks out in prayer. He rises and says,--

"Jacob, forgive me if I've been unkind to you; I've seen that you are a
Christian; now if you want to leave me for anybody else, say so."

"Thank you, massa; only sarve de Lord with gladness for all de good
things he has done for you, and I'll sarve you de same. Please go home
and tell missis; she told me to pray for you; 'twill finish up her joy."

This is better than running away and going to Canada. Those Christians
who send the Gospel to the South by missionaries and religious tracts,
to promote such scenes as this, do a better work than though they
withheld missionaries and tracts from one half of the nation, and called
it "Standing up for Jesus."

I am sometimes inclined to put down all that I see and hear, good and
bad, and publish a book to satisfy my truly candid but mistaken friends
at the North as to the real truth on this subject. But I have in mind
the way in which similar works have already been received and treated by
an unreasoning, passionate North. I have amused myself sometimes in
imagining what certain writers would say to some of the incidents which
I have related in this letter. Let me attempt to show you the spirit and
manner of our Northern reviewers when one ventures to state favorable
things relating to slavery. I will take some of the incidents already
related in this letter and let these men review them. I am perfectly
familiar with their style, from having been employed in helping your
uncle prepare the notices of new publications for the "---- Review."
Here, then, I will give you first a supposed notice of my little book,
should I make one, from a Northern religious newspaper, quoting, in all
cases, the identical expressions from articles which I have read:--

"'The authoress, it seems, is yet in her Paradise of slavery.' Her
'opulent fr