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!