immense, malignant, and all-pervading influence of slavery,'
abhorred of Heaven and all good men, does violence to all sound
principles of reasoning, and is at war with 'the manifest rules of
Providence.'

"And as to the three girls 'we are prepared to say' that the author 'did
not look deep enough' into the philosophy of human motives under the
controlling power of slavery. For slavery makes men improvident, and
their children also; (see 'Judge Jay,' 'Weld on Slavery,' etc.) These
white girls, therefore, probably had no money in their pockets; it was
the time of recess; they were hungry; the black child we presume had
money in her pocket, for by the authoress's own showing (in the story of
a slave changing a gold piece for the landlord), slaves may have money
of their own. Had our authoress followed her trio down to the
confectioner's, there she might have seen these white children cajoling
the poor black, and making her treat them; in preparation for which they
affected to put their arms around her; but, in the true diabolical
spirit of slavery, it was only to devour.

"We have no space to enter philosophically into the instruction afforded
us by the old negro and the schoolboys; but there is deep meaning in it,
which the true friends of the slave, who may read it, will do well to
ponder. The old negro is the prophetic representation of his
down-trodden race, crying with bewildered accents, he heeds not where,
'Go to school! boys; go to school!' Let a united North echo back his
words, suiting their political action to them, and saying to the colored
children, with an authority which shall shake the very pillars of the
Union, 'Go to school, boys! go to school!'

"Nor can we, for the tears which dim our sight, speak as we would of
the wretched master and his amiable slave in the cars. The sketch
reminded us of the best in 'Uncle Tom.' We need books filled with such
pictures, to electrify the slumbering sensibilities of the North. Wanton
candor in speaking of slavery, is the most unpardonable of sins. There
is a time to tell the whole truth; but the wise man says. There is 'a
time to keep silence.'"

I did not pretend, Gentlemen Reviewers, that my little, pleasing
incidents were arguments in favor of slavery; you should not have been
so alarmed; you are really rude; I almost feel disposed to say to you,
for each of my tales, as the Rosemary said to the Wild Boar,--

"Sus, apage! haud tibi spiro;"

which, not hav