...beareth— By the bruised reed He spareth — Oh, may He, to whom alone All their cruel wrongs are kpown, Still their hope and refuge prove, With a more than mother's love.— Gone, if-c. WHAT MEANS THAT SAD AND DISMAL LOOK1! Words by Geo. Russell. Arranged from " Near the Lake,"...

...— By the bruised reed He spareth — Oh, may He, to whom alone All their cruel wrongs are known, Still their hope and refuge prove, With a more than...hills and waters. — Woe is me, my stolen daughters ! WE HAVE BEEN FRIENDS TOGETHER. BY CAROLINE ES SORTON. We have been friends together, In sunshine...

...the rice- swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's hills and waters,— Woe is me, my stolen daughters ! Gone, gone — sold and gone. To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From the tree whose shadow lay On their childhood's place of play — From the cool spring where they drank-^Rock,...

...These, and a thousand griefs minute as these, Corrode our comfort and destroy our ease. HANNAH MORE. THE MORAL WARFARE. WHEN Freedom, on her natal day,...war-rocked cradle lay, An iron race around her stood, Baptised her infant brow in blood ; And through the storm which round her swept, Their constant ward...

...the rice-swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's hills and waters — Woe is me, my stolen daughters ! Gone, gone — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From the tree whose shadow lay On their childhood's place of play — From the cool spring where they drank...

...strews Poison with the falling dews, Where the sickly sunbeams glare Through the hot and misty air, — Gone, gone, — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank...hills and waters, — Woe is me, my stolen daughters ! Gone, gone, — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone. There no mother's eye is near them,...

...bcareth, By the bruised reed He spareth, 0, may He, to whom alone All their cruel wrongs are known. Still their hope and refuge prove, With a more than mother's love ! Gone, gone, &c. JOHN G. WHITTIEB. The following extract from a letter of Dr. Bailey, in the Era, 1847, presents...

...drank, Rock, and hill, and rivulet bank, From the solemn house of prayer, And the holy counsels there. Gone, gone, sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's bills and waters, Woe is me, my stolen daughters ! Gone, gone, sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank...

...To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's hills and waters, Woe is me, my stolen daughters ! Gone, gone, sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From the tree whose shadow lay On their childhood's place of play, From the cool spring where they drank,...

...institutions we leave to them are beset by any conspiracy or betrayed and sold by ambitious and faithless men. When Freedom, on her natal day, Within her war-rocked...her stood, •% Baptized her infant brow in blood, J And through the storm that round her swept Their constant ward and watching kept. So be it ours,...