are poisoned, that the
fact should be kept as secret as possible." This was brought very
powerfully to my mind one day on passing through King Street, in
Charleston, and seeing for a painted sign over an apothecary's shop, a
tall, benevolent-looking negro, in his shirt sleeves, behind a golden
mortar, with the pestle in his hands, as though at work.
Now, I thought with myself, as I stood and enjoyed the sight, what a
palpable and eloquent, though undesigned and silent, refutation that is,
of all such Northern chimeras. If poisons are mixed with articles of
food or medicine by the negroes with any noticeable frequency, the sign
of a negro compounding medicines for public sale would surely be, to
customers, the most detersive sign which an apothecary could erect over
his premises. That little incident, and things like it, which are
meeting you at every turn, show the state of things here to be in
pleasing contrast to the horrors with which the imaginations of many of
us Northerners are peopled. I find, in the "Charleston Mercury," a good
cut of this "negro and golden mortar," and I send it to you as an
appropriate answer to much of your letter.
Our landlord, driving us about the country the other day, and needing
silver change, came to a gang of slaves in a field, and cried out,
"Boys, got any silver for a five dollar gold piece?" Several hands went
into as many pockets, at once, and a lively fellow among them getting
the start, jumped over the fence, and changed the money. I had been here
a month when I received your letter, and when I read it I at first
laughed as heartily, I suspect, as "the pro-slavery Senior" did. Then I
pitied you, and I pitied myself for my own former ignorance, and I
pitied very many of our Northern people, and, not the least, such
persons as poor "Isaiah," who I know are honest, but are grievously
misled. The word slavery is, to us, an awful word. Very much of our
anti-slavery feeling is a perfectly natural instinct. You cannot see
Java sparrows in a cage,
Notka biograficzna
Reverend Nehemiah Adams (born February 19, 1806; died October 6, 1878) was an American clergyman and writer. He was born in Salem, Massachusetts, in 1806 to Nehemiah Adams and Mehitabel Torrey Adams. He graduated from Harvard University in 1826, and from Andover Theological Seminary in 1829. He was ordained as co-pastor of First Congregational Church in Cambridge, Massachusetts, that same year. In 1832, he married Martha Hooper.
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Joanna Baillie (September 11, 1762February 23, 1851) was a Scottish poet and dramatist. Baillie was very well-known during her lifetime and, though a woman, intended her plays not for the closet but for the stage. Admired both for her literary powers and her sweetness of disposition, her cottage at Hampstead was the centre of a brilliant literary society. Baillie died at the age of 88, her faculties remaining unimpaired to the last.