sts do not help their cause by misrepresentation. It will do well
enough, in a book of romance, to describe infants torn from the arms of
their shrieking mothers, and sold for five and ten dollars. It tells well,
for the mass of readers are fond of horrors; but it is not true. It is on a
par with the fact stated, that masters advertise their slaves, and offer
rewards for them, dead or alive. How did the snows of New England ever give
birth to such brilliant imaginations!

Family relations are generally respected; and when they are not, it is one
of the evils attendant on an institution which God has permitted in all
ages, for his inscrutable purposes, and which he may in his good time do
away with.

The Jews ever turn their eyes and affections toward Jerusalem, as their
home; so should the free colored people in America regard Liberia. Africa,
once their mother country, should, in its turn, be the country of their
adoption.

As regards the standard of talent among negroes, I fancy it has been
exaggerated; though no one can, at present, form a just conclusion. Slavery
has, for ages, pressed like a band of iron round the intellect of the
colored man. Time must do its work to show what he is, without a like
hindrance.

The instance mentioned in "Uncle Tom's Cabin," of a young mulatto, George
Harris, inventing a machine, is _very solitary_. The negroes, like a good
many of their owners, are opposed to innovations. They like the good old
way. The hot sun under which they were born, and the hotter one that
lighted the paths of their ancestors, prejudices them against any new
effort. I think, _when they do get in Congress_, they will vote for
agricultural against manufacturing interests. I am sure they would rather
pick cotton than be confined to the din and dust of a factory. An old negro
prefers to put his meal bags in a covered wagon, and drive them to market
at his leisure, with his pocket full of the tobacco he helped to raise, and
the whole country for a spit-box, to being whirled away bodily in a
railroad car, in terror of his life, deaf with the whistling and the
puffing of the engine. When Liberia or Africa does become a great nation,
(Heaven grant it may soon,) they will require many other buildings there,
before a patent office is called for.

George Harris is a _natural_ Abolitionist, with a dark complexion. He is a
remarkable youth in other respects, though I should first consider the
enormous fact of George'