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HER MAJESTY THE QUEEN 
 
 (jniciou.sly accepted a copy of 
 
 "UNCLE TOM'S" STORY OF HIS LIFE. 
 
 Preface by Ml'.H. If. r)i;r,rnKR Sntwi.:, j^nviiit^^ jiis Forty-two Y.t.i's' Slave Life, 
 an I liis Kscape into Caiiaila, eaiTyiii,Lf on liis l)aek Two of liis (.'liiMreu (!0(» miles 
 through the Woods ; liCj^ree, who maimed Josiah IJt'iison Jor life ; Geor.ire Ikrris, 
 liis frieml, who is still liviu^' ; Kli/a, who eio.ssed the lee with her Child ; Eva, 
 who was saved I'roni Drowiiiiiu liy .Fosiah ilenson, Ac. 
 
 By JOHN LOBB, F.R.G.S., 
 
 Manaffing Editor of tlie "Christian A<;c." With the aec nint of their 
 
 VISIT TO THE QUEEN AT WINDSOR CASTLE. 
 
 This popular work has heen translated into the French, Italian, Dutch, 
 Swedish, and Welsh languages. The English Edilit)n, revised and enlarged, is 
 now in its 
 
 EIGHTIETH THOUSAND. 
 
 "UNCLE TOM'S" NEW BOOK FOR YOUNG PEOPLE. 
 
 By JOHN LOBB, F.R.G.S., 
 
 Managing Editor of the "(Christian Age." AVith 
 
 RIGHT HON. THE EARL OF SHAFTESBURY'S PREFACE, 
 *' Uncle Tom's" Address to the Young People of Great Britain, 
 
 AMI 
 
 Illustrations of "Uncle Tom's" Story of his Life. 
 
 With Group Portraits of Mr. Lohb and " Uncle Tom." 
 
 In Editions at 2s. 6d. and Is. 6d. Order of any Bookseller. 
 
 OPINIONS OF THE PRESS. 
 Reu. C. H. Spurgeon, in the "Sword and Trowel," says — 
 
 "IMr. Lobb renders good service to his fellow-men by editing the Christian 
 Age, which gives us light from beyond the seas in the, form of sermons by 
 American divines. Vh; also performed a really ])liilantiiropii' act when he became 
 the pilot of Mr. Henson, alias ('nele Tom {''or him lie worked with iiide|;i,ti- 
 gable zeal, and when he shaivd with him the hononr of a visit to royalty, it was 
 only lifting that it should be so. Tinde Tom's life has sold to the miniber of 
 seventy-hve thousand, ami the Young People's lllustr.ite I Edition will, no doubt, 
 have a large circulation ahso. Mr. llenson's life has enough of lively interest in 
 it to keep his memoir up to the mark in interest, and the author has woi'ked 
 these into a story which in tone and spirit are all that we could desire." 
 
 The " Glasgow Christian News " says — 
 
 "A most delightful volume to put into the hands of those for whom it is 
 intended. • It is beautifully got up, is full of illustrations, and is eveiy way 
 suited for the young. Uncle Tom writes an address to tlie young people of 
 
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OriNIONS OF THE PRESS. 
 
 Great Britain which is earnest ami attractive. Tht^ narrative of the black 
 brother's lile is thrilliuj^ly interostin;^. It is stratii^fr far than fiction, and is 
 more instrmUive. No cliiM of six, or boy of twelve or fourteen, could lay it 
 down till the cud is n-acht'il. Even those more adviUioed in life will become 
 children in this matter, and will bjlh hwj;\i and cry over the contents of the 
 'story.' We may add that this vohunc^ is not an abrid^jinent of the larj^fer 
 work, but is, to a ;^re it extent, a n(!W book, which contains notices of slave-life, 
 and incidents and anecdotes of Mr. Heuson's personal history, received from 
 himself, which have never before been ])ublisheil. Mr. Lobb has done his part 
 well, and for this and other works of faith and labours of love connected with 
 Mr. Henson he deserves special thanks. Let fathers and mothers take a note of 
 this volume for their }'oun<,' people." 
 
 The "Bristol Mercury " says— 
 
 "This is a well-got- up little work, in which Mr. Lobb gives a succinct and 
 interesting account of the main facts in the evcnttul lifeof Josiah Henson, the 
 veritable original of the ' LTncle Tom ' whose delineation by Mrs. Beecher Stowo 
 has made his name * a household word ' among us, and regarding whom fresh 
 interest has been awakened by his visit to this country, and reception by the 
 Queen. The story of his career, beginning so far back as 1789. is, indeed, 
 without any aid from the colouring of romance, a most striking one ; and we 
 have no doubt that this little, work, which, besides mmy illustrations, has the 
 benefit of a preface by Lord Shaftesbury, is destined to become and to remain 
 very popular." 
 
 The "Christian World " says — 
 
 "Mr. Lobb has done well in oll'ering to the public two books about Uncle 
 Tom — nr, to give him his real name, tlie K.ev. Josiah Henson. The venerable 
 preacher has largely dictated the first book, 'Uncle Tom's Story of his Life,' 
 and we must congratulate Mr. Lobb on having so caretu'dy retained much of 
 the charm ol Father Heuson's simple talk whili^. pruning and condensing into 
 literary form the iutensely interesting details of his slavery and freedom. So 
 many thousmds in this country have recently made Uncle Tom's acquaintance 
 that this work is sure of a deserved popularity. The Young People's Illustrated 
 Edition of Uncle Tom's Life is got up in handsomer style and contains a variety 
 of illustrations. The text also ditfers from its companion voluni'^ in narrating 
 chiefly such portions of the life as are likely to please the young folks. Prefatory 
 chapters by Lord Shaftesbury, Mrs. H. B. Stowe, George Sturge, and S. Morley, 
 Esq., M. P., add to the interest of these two volumes of pleasant and profitable 
 reading." 
 
 The "Sheffield Post" says- 
 
 "Never was a work put before the public under more favourable auspices than 
 that now under review. The hero himself was travelling amongst us, telling 
 his simple but yet touching talc of sutfering to thousands upon thousands of 
 eager listeners, whose acquaintance with him through Mrs. Sdowe's thrilling 
 novel and the dramatised version thereof seemed personal in its interest. 
 Patronised by the first lady in the land, and ' Uncle Tom ' himself subsequently 
 summoned to her royal prest^nce, the popular desire to peruse the unvarnished 
 record of the privations endured by the man who had been raised by Providence 
 to be a leading witness to the oppression of his race, and to prove so valua*>le an 
 instrument in elfecting the release of his brethren, seemed to know no bounds. 
 A bondsman himself for forty-two years, his career affords an encouraging 
 examjde of indomitable perseverance in agitating for the abolition of .slavery — 
 a cause dear to the heart of every Englishman. The story of his life is deeply 
 interesting, and has attained a circulation nearly as large as * Uncle Tom's 
 
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 OPINIONS OF THE PRESS. 
 
 Cabin ' — a work second only to the Bible for tlie number of languages into 
 which it has been translated. Handsomely bound in cloth gilt, with a preface 
 by Mrs. Stowe, an introductory note by Mr. Gcoige Stuige and Mr. S. Morley, 
 M.P., and edited by the exi)erienced conductor of the C/nistian Ayr, the volume 
 is a credit to all concerned." 
 
 The "Christian Globe " says — 
 
 *' It will be remembered that the author of this liandsnme and intensely 
 interesting volume was the editor of 'Uncle Toms' Aut(jbio(;ra]ihy, a work 
 whieh had an enormous side. In a ]irefiitory note to the ' Young People's 
 Edition ' he states his rea!=on for produ ing it, nHmcly. that owing to tlie interest 
 excited by the hero's visit to this < ountiy, many persons had 'expressed a wish 
 to liave the main fiicts of his strange, eventful life jtreseuted in a form which 
 could be more su'*nble to the young, and, at the same time, more directly 
 cideulated to impress its lessons of religion and morality on their minds,' The 
 suggestion was m ju»iieinus one, and ^Ir. Lobb is deserving of thanks foi- acceding 
 to it, and also for the pains he has bestowed f)n its y>roduction. It should be 
 understood that it is not a mere abiiilgment of the autobiography, but is to a 
 great extent a new book. Air. Lobb has done his work admirably, and provided 
 a book ior the young which we are sure they will read with as much delight and 
 interest as they woidd Eobiuson Crusoe, a.id that is giving it a good meed of 
 praise. It is beautifully endiellished, and contains some cayiital illustrations, 
 besides a poi trait of Uncle Tom and the author. We have not space for 
 extracts, but give the book our hearty commendation." 
 
 ''Hand and Heart" says — 
 
 " We are glad to see Mr. 1 obi) has edited a Young Pcojile's Illustrated Edition 
 of 'Uncle Tom's Story of his life.' Uncle Tom has contrilmted an address to 
 his young friends, and n(\v ineideuts antl anecdotes of his remaikable career are 
 intiodueed. The extiaordinary sale of seventy thousand copies of 'Uncle Tom's 
 Autobiograjdiy ' in the short sjiaee of six months is a significant token that 
 Mrs. Stowe's thrilling tale is not forgotten ; ai d also goes lar to show that, alter 
 all, the narrative of absolute truth is oiten as interesting to the reader as the 
 most tntrancii g fiition. Lord Shaftesbury's prei'ace is admiralile — as Mr. Lobb 
 says, 'Just like him,' We quote a sentence: — 'This humble, picturesque, 
 well-written, and truthful life proves what may be done by one man, and that 
 man jioor, uneducated, and even a slave. It may stimulate some to action — it 
 certainly ought to put many to shame.' " 
 
 The "Herts Advertiser and St. Albans Times" says — 
 
 ** 'Uncle Tom's Story of his Life from 1789 to 1877 ' has just been issued in a 
 Young People's Edition, illustrated with j.umenms cuts, i'hose who have read 
 the touching account given of Uncle Tom by Mrs. Beecher Stowe must feel a 
 deep interest in anything relating to the Eev, Josiah Henson, who has just left 
 England at a very advanced age, and who has supjdied to Mr. John Lobb, 
 F.R.G. S. , the materials .for furnishing the jmblic witli this account of his 
 remarkable career. To the edition now Ix fore ns Lord Shaftesbury writes a 
 
 Ereface, and Uncle Tom an address to the young ]ieoj)le of England, supplying 
 is autograph, which, as may be expected, is not remarkable for its clearnes.s. 
 The book is got up in a l)eautiful style, and is written in a manner calculated to 
 deeply interest those for whom this edition has been pieparcd." 
 
 The "Greenock Herald" says — 
 
 " This is a little volume on the life of Josiah Henson, better known as ' Unele 
 Tom,' and whose recent visit to this country has revived interest in Mrs. Stowe's 
 
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 novel. Tlii^ v.nik is vciy t.istcfully ptt np in Mue Jiml j.;c)lil, nml will bo very 
 .siiiliililt' lor ]in'S('iitiitioii to Subhath-scliool childii'ii as nnvanl.s of merit. It is 
 cilitctl by Mr. .lohii Lol)b, who Iuih Ih-cu Mr. Mciihoh's coinpiuiion diirirf^ his 
 tour in this coinitry. The old ni'^rro jtroaehcr's lite is .skrtclu'd with a tender 
 hand, and reads vei'y well, eoiiiduilin.u with an aetonnt of the presentation to 
 her Majesty at Windsor Cistle. which tluj writer evidently thinks is tho crowning 
 ])oint in the old man's career. " 
 
 The "Tun bridge Free Press" says — 
 
 "The \isit of the veritiible Tncle Tom (the K'ev. -b)si;ih Ifenson) to this 
 country ^'ave biith to ihe liook bearini,^ the above title, and it has been received 
 ■with interest and read ^\ith excitenient evt'rywhere. Tlu! seventy-lifth thousand 
 is just aiMiounced, though the work has been lieforo the public only a few 
 months ; and we have also at hand a luindsoniely-bound and well-illustrated 
 edition specially for young people. This edition wc can honestly recominend as 
 just the thing for the yonng. The thrilling incidents of Uncle Tom's life are 
 cast into a form that tlie young folks will fully a])preheud and appreciate ; while 
 Un(de Tom's address to tlicm will be sure to interest and very likely to bonelit 
 all who road it.'' 
 
 The "Methodist " says — 
 
 "The Voung People's Illustrated Edition of this work, of which we have 
 received an advance copy, is now to be obtained at the Christian A(/r. Office, at 
 tho oasy ]irice of "is. Ud. It contains not merely an abridgment of the original 
 work, but a re-written story, suited to the capacities of the young pet)plc, and 
 so inters])ersed with goodly advice and sage wisdom as to make a beneficial 
 imnressio)! on tin; mind of those who jieruse it. The volunu' is embellished 
 with a number of illuslration.s, executed under the supervision of ' Uncle Tom,' 
 and therefore correct." 
 
 The "Pictorial World " says — 
 
 "The interest excited by the life-story of the Rev. Josiah TIenson, the origin 
 of Mrs. Stowe's Uncle Toin, is not to 1)e wondered at ; and, with a view to meet 
 the reiiuin'incnts of ;dl classes of readers, an illustrate 1 edition of the narrative, 
 specially designed for the young, has been brought out. It is attractively 
 hounil, and the various incidents are well told." 
 
 The "Nottingham Daily Guardian" says — 
 
 "Mr. Lobl/s Young People's Edition of 'Uncle Tom's Story of his Life' is 
 eminently suited for ihc perusal of young persons. The work has been very 
 beautifully got u|>, ami one could hardly imagine a nicer gift to i)ut into the 
 hands of children than the true story of the life of the lu;ro of Mrs, Harriet 
 Beeeher Stowe's celebrated fiction. The career of the llev. Josiah Henson is 
 one of unusual interest, and may be read with advantage by parents as well as 
 children. The preface is by the kind-hearted and generous karl of Shaftesbury, 
 and we fail to conceive a ha[>pier commendation of the book than it contains. 
 Says the noble earl," etc. 
 
 The "Christian" says — 
 
 "The interest excited by ]\lr. llenson's visit to this country has induced 
 Mr. Lobb to prepare a special edition of ' Uncle Tom ' for young people. It is 
 not a condensation of the former work, which has reached a circulation of 
 70,000 in .six months, but to a large extent a new one. The interest is well 
 ke[>t up, and the narrative generally is thorouj^hly fresh and healthy. The book 
 is well illustrated, and the binding gorgeous with j^ilding." 
 
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 The "Hackney and Kings/and Gazette " says— 
 
 "This is a now edition of tlu; woiulcrfully jjopular story of tlio Ri'V. JoHiah 
 HpMson, biouglit down to the prescnit nionii-nt, wriltcn in a form suitable to 
 youMi^ people. Indeed, we may say that it is a new book, as it contains 
 inei'lents and anecdotes not before pnl>b.sli<'(l, with rellections tliat cannot lait 
 be prolitable to the reaiU'r. It is aceompiinied V»y a jircfaee written by Lord 
 Sjiaftesltury, is nicely illustrated with subjects executed under ^Ir. llenson's 
 own supervision, and is well got up." 
 
 T/ie ' ' Glasgow News " says — 
 
 " The Young Peo]de's Edition of the Life of Uncle Tom is not only illustrated 
 — the illustrations including {)ortraits both of ^Ir. Ilen.son nnd Mr. Lo'ib — but 
 it is prefaced by addresses from the subject of the work and from Lord 
 Shaftesbury, which will be read with inteiest by very many. The story itself 
 appears to be founded on the larger woik ])ublished by Mr. Lobi), with new 
 matter introdu(!ed to such an extent as almost to give it the character of a fresh 
 production. The young people will no doubt show tlieniselves appreciative of 
 the gift." 
 
 The 'Sunday School Times" says— 
 
 " ' Uncle Tom ' (Rev. Jcsiah llenson) (piite recently left our shores, and 
 many young peopli! may \w glad to [)osscss a sketch of the slave-life and 
 subse()uent escape of the hero of ' Uncle Tom's ('al)in.' Karl Shaftesbury has 
 supplied a preface, and while the general i.'onteuts of the Itook differs little from 
 the addresses of Mr. Henson while in England, the editor has endeavoured to 
 point a moral as well as adorn a tale." 
 
 The "Earthen Vessel" says— 
 
 "We have lately seen and conversed with this noble and very venerable 
 gentleman. They call him 'the Rev. Josiah Henson.' His life, 'edited by 
 John Lobb,' is an extraordinary narrative. We wish to make an excursion 
 through its })ages ; and give a brief comment thereon. During the eighty- 
 seven years of his pilgrimage he has ])assed through such tunnels, over such 
 mountains ; has been in and out of such horrible jiits and (|Uiigmires, as, when 
 honestly related, throw far into the shade most of the autobiographies we have 
 ever seen." 
 
 The "Juvenile Templar" says— 
 
 "Who has not heard of 'Uncle Tom,' the hero of Mrs. H. B. Stowe's 
 wonderful book, 'Uncle Tom's Cabin'? The original of Uncle Tom, from 
 whom Mrs. Stowe drew her picture in the story, is still living, and has lately 
 visited this country for the third time. His name is Josiah Henson, and 
 Mr. HcLSon's real life-history has been published. Mr. Lobb, the author and 
 publisher of ' Uncle Tom's Story of his Life,' has brought out a beautiful illus- 
 trated edition of the book for young people. We hope all the young people of 
 England will read the book. It is pleasantly written, charmingly got up, and 
 full of interest. " 
 
 The "Primitive Methodist" says— 
 
 " The persons are few and far between who have not read Mrs. Stowe's ' Uncle 
 Tom.' And though the institution which led that gifted lady to write that 
 remarkable book has passed away, yet the narrative, graphic and realistic, full 
 of touching incidents, thrilling adventures, and sad experiences, will not 
 speedily die, but will continue, as some of Dickens's great works will continue, 
 a record of customs and phases of life that once were, and to the overthrow of 
 
 
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 wliioh it in no stnuli (U-jfree contributed. There seems no reason wliatever for 
 (loul)tin^' that Josiah Ilenson is the veritable Unele 'J'oni. Mrs. Stowe availed 
 licrsclf (if the n()Vl'li^t's piivih'^^'e to rt'iidtT the narrative as effective fur its 
 pni)M)se as possil>le, hence Tom's sad death at the hands of the bixital Lefjree ; 
 a kind of ncc'riencf' not iit all uncommon in the old slave days. Ilenson, 
 liowcver, lives, a Inilc, hearty old man, still endeavouring; to do what he can for 
 till' gocd of his race. There are several well-markKl ]>eriods in Ilenson's eventful 
 life, and each period is full of interest. There is first his term of slavery, 
 extending over forty-two years, during which time his exjieriences were varied, 
 oppressive, and m;iny of them sad. lie was hd to the auction-mart when but a 
 mere child, torn froni his mother, and consigned to as hopele.-s a set of circum- 
 stances rs ever surrounded child life. Events, however, favoured his restoration 
 to liis mother, and he grew up to be a strong and active lad, and a vi>;orous and 
 jtowerlul niiin. lie was well-nigh flogged to death for attem])tiiig to learn to 
 re;id, and never afterwiuds, till he cscajted from slavery, did he venture to 
 meildle with books. Henson saw and experienced ])lenty of the cruelty and 
 abomination of slavery. He became ndigious when (luite yonns, and with a 
 marv(d ous fidelity and conscientiousness .sought to serve the scoundrels who had 
 deprived him of the dearest right of manhood. The intercourse he had with the 
 outside world— being employed bj' his masters in positions of trust — and the fact 
 that his children were growing up slaves, determined him ultimately to strike 
 for freedom. His escape was a tremendous tax upon humm endurance, though 
 in many respects favoured. He tramped for days with his two youngest children 
 .slung upon his back, liis wife and the others following as best they could, for 
 with a grand manliness Henson resolved, not only to free himself, or die in the 
 effort, but he resolved to emancipate his family. Worn and weary, and faint 
 with hunger, thirst, and travel, skulking in the deep forest shades by day, and 
 hurrying on under the darkness of night, it .seemed sometimes as though death 
 liad to end the eflbrt. But patient endurance overcame all, and with his wife 
 and children he .stood on British soil free. Delivered himself from the curse 
 and cruelty of slavc'iy, then came efforts to rescue others. Again and again did 
 he penetrate into tlie old land of the iron heel to lead out the captives to 
 freedom. There are few periods of fienson's life upon which w>- linger with more 
 pleasure than this. Free himself, he was willing to risk liberty and. life for 
 others. Quickened in his own life, and gaining knowleilge and culture with 
 broadening experience, Henson gave liimself to labour witli a view to improve 
 the condition of his countrymen who had escaped to Canada. Plis toils and 
 struggles in this philanthropic work are unusually interesting. He foimd 
 willing helpers un both sides of the Atlantic, and though hampered and hindered 
 at times he has been able to do much for the good of his race. In this work 
 he is still engaged, though verging upon ninety years of age. His recent visit 
 to this country was with reference to the removal of financial difficulties that 
 were to s-ome extent crippling his efforts. These difficulties are now removed, 
 and the aged labourer may finish his toils peacefully. The autobiography is 
 written in a simple and pleasing style. It is a profoundly interesting narrative 
 of a truly great life. And the Young People's Illustrated Edition, unless we are 
 much mistaken, will become a general favourite." 
 
 The " Weekly Review " says— 
 
 "Mr. Lobb has very successfully conveyed in this little book the principal 
 and most striking events in the life of the Kev. Josiah Henson, the prototype of 
 Mrs. Stowe's • Unele Tom.' Full of adventure and incident, bravery and 
 courage, it is just the sort of book that will enlist the sympathy and attract the 
 imagination of young peoi)le. The Right Hon. the Earl of Shaftesbury intro- 
 duces the work in a preface written in his characteristic earnest style : and some 
 
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 appropriate woodcuts scattered throughout the book give an additional interest 
 to the story of Uncle Tom." 
 
 The ' ' North Wilts Herald " says— 
 
 " These two liandsonu'ly-liound, f:filt-edfieil books ])ossi'ss more than a ])assinf? 
 interest, and Air. Lobb has done a good work in coUiHting, so to speak, ini|tortant 
 facts relating to a state of society which must evt-ntually Iu-comic h-ss tlistim-t in 
 the i)ul)lic recollection. The first volume consists of an autol)iogra]thy of the 
 Rev. Josiah Henson, with a preface from tlu^ jn-n of Mrs. Harriet licecher 
 Stowe, and an introductory note by Mr. George 8turge and Mr. S. Morh-y, 
 M.P. Those of our readers wiio have reached middle age can remember the 
 excitement caused by the publication of Mrs. Stowe's ' Uncle Tom's Cabin,' 
 which, in the guise of fiction, and relieved by humorous and pathetic digressions, 
 told the painful t'Uth as to slave life. Those interested did not fail to question 
 the truth of Mrs. Stowe's story, and described it as exaggerated fiction. We 
 have lived long enough to find that truth is stranger than tiction, and the news- 
 papers from day to day record incidents which would be d«'i'mcd inciedihle if 
 penned by the novelist. Tiie Rev. Jo.niah Henson — once a slavt;, now a venerablo 
 minister of the Gos[)el in Canada — was the original of 'Uncle Tom,' and his 
 autobiogra[»hy establishes the substance, if not literally the details, of all 
 Mrs. Stowe ever wrote. Mr. Henson is undoubtedly a. man of great natural 
 power, and the coloured race should be proud of such a champion. Now that 
 slavery has been abolished in America, and is disappearing even in remote 
 regions in the face of the Christian religion, it sejms almost increilible that 
 such enormities could have been perpetrated in a country like the United States, 
 and slavery be regarded as an 'institution.' So it was, however, and the book 
 before us will hand down details and established facts for future generations to 
 ponder over with astonishment. The second volume — ' Undo Tom's New Book 
 for Young People ' — is a narration of the leading facts in the life of Mr. Henson, 
 and a dt^scription of incidents connected with sUve life. Mr. Lobb has executed 
 his task with considerable ability. He writes with case and vigour, while his 
 style is similarly adapted to interest young folks. Earl Shaftesbury has testified 
 his appreciation of the work by contribut;ing a preface. Both works are taste- 
 luUy illustrated and elegantly bound, and we are not surprised to hear that very 
 many thousands hive been sold. As gift-books, school prizes, etc., these volumes 
 are most acceptable." 
 
 The "Stirling Journal and Advertiser " says — 
 
 . ** In a prefatory note, Mr. Lobb states that this work has been published with 
 a twofold object — to present the main facts of 'Uncle Tom's' (Rev. Josiah 
 Henson) strange eventful life in a manner suitable to the young, and to impress 
 its lessons of i-eligion and morality on their minds. In both of these objects 
 the author has succeeded admirably. The trials and hariships endurecl by 
 • Uncle Tom ' whilst a slave, and the perils and dangers which surrounded his 
 successful attempt to escape, are narrated in a necessarily brief, but interestii. 4; 
 and readable style. The War of Secession happily put an end to all these 
 horrors, and rendered a similar chronicle impossible in the future. The book 
 closes with an account of the crovvidng glory of the old man's life, his gracious 
 reception by her Majesty at Wintlsor Castle on the 5th of March, this year. 
 Every one is familiar with the details of this reception. It is to be hoped that 
 this gracious and kindly act on the part of tlieir Queen will help in si>me measure 
 to remove the foolish and ridiculous prejudice which her subjects in Canada, in 
 coramwn with their Yankee brethien, entertain against people of colour ; a 
 prejudice to which ' Uncle Tom ' alludes in his Address to the Young People of 
 Great Britain, at the beginning of the book. Lord Shaftesbury has, with his 
 usual kindness, contributed the Preface. The typography and binding are all 
 
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 its f.(»iit<'iits, ' I' rifle Tom's ►Story ul' his Life' i.s cxcecdiii;^!)' suilulilo us u I'rize 
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 "Church and Home " says— 
 
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 To nici'l, 11 jf(iicrally-t'X|»i'<*'<scd wish, Mr. l^ohh lias isMicd 
 edition (('S[HHially suilctl to the yoniij,';, and a very tasty 
 I'leasiutly written, and very elleetively houiiil, it oui^ht 
 larg«^ sale." 
 
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 "Night and Day " says — 
 
 "In this handsonn^ voluiiic we have a •graphic life story of Mrs. Stowc's well- 
 known hero — a biii{.,'i!iphy inlt r('stin<,' cnoUi^h in itself, hut so narrated as to 
 becDUie doubly so. Tlie Karl of Shaltesbuiy has kindly written a characteristic 
 l)rel'ace." 
 
 The "Baptist" says— 
 
 "Mr. Henson tells his story well, and Mr. Lobh has seen that it has heen 
 attratrtivt'ly placed before the iinblic. We are glad to observe that edition after 
 edition has been called for, and that the success has induced Mr. Lobb to issue 
 also a juvenile 'Life,' in which the story is re-told for tlie special benefit of 
 younger readers. This too is having an enormous sale." 
 
 The " Fountain " says — 
 
 "A book with which our young friends will be delighted. It is handsomely 
 printed, illustrated, and bound. We have ]ilaced a copy of the boi)k in our 
 Sunday-school library, an example which our iViends will do well to imitate." 
 
 The "Nonconformist" says — 
 
 "The life of Josiah Henson, the original ' Uncle Tom,' is now pretty familiar 
 to most of our readers, hut even these, both young and old, will be glad to have 
 this Young I'euple's Edition of the Life. Mr. Lobb has introduced new matter, 
 ami, in fact, made a substantially new book. The anecdotes are very interesting, 
 the pictures good and characteristic. " 
 
 The "Graphic" says— 
 
 "The interest felt in the original 'Uncle Tom ' during ]\Ir. Henson's recent 
 visit to England has not yet died away, and ]\Ir. ,J. Lobb has accordingly brought 
 out a 'Young IVople's Illustrated Edition of Uncle Tom's Story of his Life,' 
 containing the principal features of the larger work, ' Uncle Tom's Life,' with 
 additional matter. The biography will be read with interest." 
 
 The "Good Templar's Watchword" says— 
 
 " Beautifully illustrated, excellently printed, and handsomely bound, this 
 work is well adapted for a prize-book for youth of all stations." 
 
 The " People's Journal " (Dundee) says — 
 
 "It will be appreciated by the young folks, for whose special benefit it has 
 been written." 
 
 The "Glasgow Herald" says— 
 
 "The book contains a remarkably interesting life-history, more interesting 
 by far than, many a novel. The volume is neatly got up, and will make an 
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 AS the interest excited by " Uncle Tom's " visit 
 to this country has extended to all sections 
 of the community, from Her Majesty the Queen 
 to the humblest of her subjects, many persons have 
 expressed a wish to have the main facts of his 
 strange eventful life presented in a form which 
 would be more suitable to the young, and at the 
 same time more directly calculated to impress its 
 lessons of religion and morality on the mind. 
 Hence I have prepared this " Young People's 
 Edition," and in doing so have endeavoured to 
 keep in view the twofold object stated. It will be 
 seen that the book is not merely an abridgment, 
 or a condensation of the larger work, but is, to a 
 great extent, a neiv book. For in addition to the 
 Preface by Lord Shaftesbury, and the Address by 
 " Uncle Tom," it contains notices of slave life, and 
 incidents and anecdotes of Mr. Henson's personal 
 history, received from himself, which have never 
 before been published ; and as the illustrations 
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 interesting and profitable to the class for whom it 
 is intended, and to readers generally. 
 
 I hardly know how to express my gratitude 
 to Lord Shaftesbury for his great kindness to 
 Mr, Henson and myself, and more particularly 
 for the thoughtful and beautiful Preface which 
 he has written to this book. I feel sure the 
 many friond^ of " Uncle Tom " (and we have 
 addressed more than half a million of people, not 
 to Lpeak of the thousands who have read his Life), 
 and of the negro race in every part of the world, 
 will agree with me as to the great obligations 
 all are under to his lordship. But perhaps the 
 most suitable thing I can say is, t/ial it is just like 
 him, I have also to thank the Press for the many 
 favourable notices of " Uncle Tom's Autobio- 
 graphy," which has reached seventy thousand in 
 the short spdce of six months, and the public for 
 the kind and generous sympathy manifested by all 
 classes. I humbly commend this "Young People's 
 Edition " to the blessing of Him whose Fatherly 
 Providence and loving care are so wonderfully 
 apparent in the life which it records. 
 
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PREFACE 
 
 BY THE RT. HON. THE EARL OF SHAFTESBURY, K.G. 
 
 WHEN the Jubilee Singers, fresh from eman- 
 cipation, came to this country a very few 
 years ago, they stirred universal sympathy by 
 the narration of their sufferings ; and excited 
 universal amazement, that such talents, force of 
 character, and depth of piety should have been 
 so long degraded under the tortures and insults 
 of what their oppressors, seeking to avoid the 
 odious term of slavery, designated as *' involun- 
 tary servitude." 
 
 Perhaps, of all their songs, no one had a meaning 
 more intense, or a feeling more in harmony with 
 their sensitive nature, than that of which the burden 
 was, " Keep us from sinking down." They felt that, 
 low as were the negro people, there was still a lower 
 depth into which they might be plunged. And their 
 prayer to Almighty God was not only heard to the 
 extent of their request, but much further ; in that 
 He has raised them to a higher level, and has 
 placed them in a capacity to serve Him, and 
 their fellows, in the full and free exercise of all 
 their physical and moral energies. 
 
 And now Josiah Henson, the prototype of Mrs. 
 Stowe's " Uncle Tom," has given his Biography to 
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 qualities of the coloured race : warmth of heart ; 
 great development of the social, and, where they 
 were permitted, of the domestic affections ; cheer- 
 fulness and elasticity of temperament, with won- 
 derful powers of mental and bodily endurance. 
 
 In the darkest night of their degradation they 
 cherished generous sentiments, and indulged in 
 noble hopes. The light of the Gospel, which 
 many of their masters vainly endeavoured to keep 
 from them, has often saved those masters from 
 plunder and assassination ; and now that liberty 
 has come to their aid, it breaks forth with clearer 
 power; and exhibits a down-trodden people arising 
 at once to the dignity of thinking men, and 
 Christian citizens. 
 
 It is not for England to vaunt herself in this 
 matter, and censure her American brethren — nor 
 is the book written in any such spirit. We share 
 the sin of slavery with the United States. We 
 compelled them, while they were under British 
 rule, to receive the foul system within their pro- 
 vinces ; and they only carried into effect what we, 
 in our wickedness and folly, had forced upon 
 them. 
 
 But all such abominations are, by the blessing of 
 God, now effaced from that part of the earth ; and 
 these, and other narratives, will remain of value, to 
 show from what we have been delivered ; and how 
 we may go forward together in a repentant career. 
 
 This humble, picturesque, well-written, and 
 truthful life, proves what may be done by one 
 man, and that man poor, uneducated, and even a 
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 tainly ought to put many to shame. Let no one, 
 however lowly, after reading this narrative, sit 
 down and say, "I can do nothing." If such a 
 thought had overpowered the heart of '• Uncle 
 Tom," he nLver would have become the Rev. Josiah 
 Henson, an accepted champion of the coloured 
 race ; an example to be quoted by the advocates 
 of his cause ; and a living proof of what may be 
 found under the dusky, and depressed, exterior of 
 a despised and afflicted people. 
 
 But, mainly, this Life is valuable as exhibiting 
 the power of the pure Gospel of Christ. Let it be 
 seen, in these days of " trouble, of rebuke, and of 
 blasphemy," that it is the one thing needful. It 
 will go deeper than Science, the modern demi- 
 god, into the abyss of ignorance, filth, and misery. 
 It will raise men higher than Science, as far as 
 heaven is higher than earth. Science, great and 
 useful in hours of ease, is amazingly at fault in 
 the midst of perturbation and sorrow. And judg- 
 ments upon men, made here below, will, in 
 another state of things, be stupendously reversed ; 
 for many a "nigger," too vile, when alive, to be 
 deemed worthy of a word, or of a thought, may be 
 found to have taken a place among " angels and 
 archangels, and all the company of heaven." 
 
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 YOUNG PEOPLE OF GREAT BRITAIN. 
 
 My Dear Young Friends,— 
 
 Some of you I have had the pleasure of 
 meeting, but most of you I have not seen, and 
 never shall see in this world. There is a better 
 world, however, where those who have loved the 
 Lord shall meet as one family, and where black 
 and white, and every other distinction of colour 
 and race, shall be unknown for ever, and I hope 
 to meet you all there. Meanwhile I am much 
 interested in your welfare here, for it is in this 
 world you are to be prepared for heaven, and 
 therefore I pray for you, and send my best love 
 to you all, earnestly beseeching God to bless 
 you, and all dear to you, and to fit you and 
 them for His heavenly kingdom and glory. 
 
 Many of your fathers and mothers and other 
 relatives have read Mrs. Stowe's *' Uncle Tom's 
 Cabin," and have, I doubt not, shed tears over 
 the sufferings and death of poor Tom ; and some 
 
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 oi you, very likely, have also read the book and 
 wept and burned with indignation by turns. You 
 could not understand how men bearing the 
 Christian name could be so cruel to their 
 fellow-creatures, whose only offence was that our 
 Heavenly Father • had made us with a black 
 skin, and had given us woolly locks on our 
 heads instead of common hair. You must not 
 think that the Holy Bible or the Christian 
 Religion justifies slaveholding, although many 
 people, who ought to have known better, have 
 said they did. Our Blessed Lord has laid down 
 the law which should govern us all, called the 
 Golden Rule — " To do unto others as we would 
 have them do to us." And surely none of those 
 people would have liked such treatment as they 
 inflicted on us. Always keep in mind and 
 believe that if people obeyed the teaching of 
 the Bible and the words and example of our 
 dear Lord and Master Jesus Christ, God's only- 
 begotten Son, they would never do anything 
 unjust or unkind to any one. And never allow 
 yourselves to be tempted by what you may 
 read, or see, or hear, to think that the Christian 
 Religion sanctions anything but that which is 
 right and pure and good. God punished the 
 slaveholders and punished America for maintain- 
 ing such a wicked trade. It is said that a million 
 of men perished in the dreadful war in which 
 slavery was put down. So God will ever, in 
 the end, punish wrong-doing, however long or 
 patiently He may wait for men's repentance. 
 
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 When Mrs. Stowe wrote her book the wicked 
 slave-trade was still powerful in America, and 
 had she given real names it might have cost 
 her her life, so violent and cruel was the spirit 
 of many of the slaveholders and traders. Hence 
 she wrote her book in the manner of what is 
 called a novel, giving imaginary names to most 
 of her characters, though everything she wrote 
 was based on facts — that is, on things that had 
 really occurred and were then still occurring. 
 And as many a slave had been beaten to 
 death, she describes how the wicked master 
 Legree killed her " Uncle Tom." But, thank 
 God, here I am in your dear country for the 
 third time, wonderfully preserved alive, and in 
 my 88th year. Just think of that, and think 
 how good the Lord has been to me. " Call upon 
 Me in the day of trouble, and I will deliver thee, 
 and thou shalt glorify Me." Remember that, 
 dear children, and learn that God hears and 
 answers prayer. Oh ! He can save when none 
 else can. All who have seen me can bear witness 
 that I have been most barbarously flogged and 
 beaten, and so dreadfully maimed that for many 
 many years I have not been able to lift my 
 hands up to my head. Yet He who saved Daniel 
 from the lions, and brought the three Hebrew 
 youths safely out of the burning fiery furnace, 
 has saved and kept me to this hour to testify 
 to you that there is a God in heaven who is 
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 Ah ! dear young friends, what cause have you 
 to sing — 
 
 *' I thank the goodness and the grace 
 That on my birth have smiled, 
 And made me in these Christian days 
 A happy English child." 
 
 You have never known what a bitter thing it is 
 to be born in slavery; to be torn from all your 
 relatives, and to be sold away from even your 
 father and mother into the hands of cruel 
 masters who would use you worse than a dog. 
 Oh ! how much you have to be thankful for, 
 even on the ground of your colour! 
 
 You will hardly believe it, but even in Canada, 
 my home, which is a part of the British empire, 
 and under the mild rule of our good and beloved 
 Queen Victoria, black children — my own grand- 
 children amongst the number — are scorned and 
 despised, and otherwise treated unkindly, simply 
 because God has made them black. Dear children 
 and young people, you have many privileges. 
 Oh ! be grateful for them, and use them for 
 your own welfare and that of others, and for the 
 glory of the Giver. Love and read your Bibles, 
 and offer your hearts now, in the freshness and 
 tenderness of your youth, to the Blessed Re- 
 deemer, who loves you far better than father or 
 mother could love you ; for the purest and best 
 human love is but a faint and poor image of 
 His great love. And as He loved you so much 
 as to die for you, show your gratitude and love 
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 Pray for the poor negroes. Many of them are 
 in darkness, and many in bondage still ; some 
 to cruel human masters, and others to the 
 powers of sin and death. 
 
 Your noble country has done much for the 
 African race, but much remains yet to be done. 
 Ask God to send them His salvation, and when 
 you grow up to be men and women (should God 
 spare you till then) do all you can to provide 
 them with Bibles and ministers and teachers. 
 
 And now, my dear young friends, Good-bye. 
 With this address a short account of my life is 
 given, that you may know something more of 
 me ; but I hope you will all read the Story of 
 my Life, which has been edited and published by 
 my good and faithful friend, Mr. John Lobb. 
 
 Before this reaches you I shall probably have 
 left England, never to see it again. I am deeply 
 grateful for all the kindness I have received in 
 this happy land; and to my latest breath I will 
 pray God bless Great Britain and Ireland. God 
 bless our gracious Queen, and long may she 
 reign ; God bless all the Royal Family ; God 
 bless all your churches, ministtrs, preachers, and 
 teachers, and all your Sunday and Day Schools. 
 God bless all ranks and classes, evermore. Amen. 
 
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 CHAPTER I. 
 WHY CALLED " UNCLE TOM." 
 
 AS Uncle Tom's name is Josiah Henson, many 
 persons ask how he came to be callad 
 " Uncle Tom." The explanation is this. When 
 slavery existed in the United States, slaves were not 
 allowed to be called by Christian or surnames like 
 white people, nor were they suffered to bear the 
 names of family relationship, such as father or 
 mother, brother or sister. Everything was done 
 that could be thought of to break down and destroy 
 all sense of family life, such as we enjoy and prize 
 so greatly. The slaves were so much property, as 
 sheep or cattle, and were treated as such. At 
 any moment they might be torn away from all 
 dearest to them and sold, never perhaps to meet 
 again or hear of each other in this world. A hus- 
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 recognized by law) might come home to his cabin 
 and find that in the few hours which had elapsed 
 since he left for work his wife or children had 
 been sold off and lost to him for ever. Hence a 
 father was often called " uncle," and a mother 
 "aunt," while the children bore such names as 
 Ceesar, Poiripey, Quimbo, Sambo, &c. Sometimes 
 slaves were called by the name of their master. 
 In 1849 Mr. Henson, then residing in Canada, 
 published an account of his forty-two years' slave- 
 life in the States, and this book having come under 
 the notice of Mrs. Harriet Beecher Stowe, she 
 invited Mr. Henson to her house, and received 
 from him such information about slave-life, and 
 such confirmation of the account given in his book, 
 as supplied her with the chief materials for her 
 celebrated story of " Uncle Tom's Cabin." And 
 as " Uncle Tom " is Mr. Henson himself, he has 
 borne that name ever since. Some persons find it 
 dif^cult to believe that he can be the real " Uncle 
 Tom," seeing Mrs. Stowe gives an account of the 
 death of her hero ; but this was done to show to 
 what dreadful results slave-life sometimes led. 
 And Mrs. Stowe was quite justified in what she 
 wrote, for hundreds of unhappy slaves had been, 
 as was well known, flogged and beaten to death. 
 Perhaps nothing contributed so mightily to the 
 overthrow of slavery in America as Mrs. Stowe's 
 book, though the slave-holders fought hard to the 
 last, and caused a war which, while it abolished 
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 JOSIAH Henson was born June 15th, 1789, in 
 Charles county, Maryland, on a farm belonging to 
 a Mr. Francis Newman. His mother was a slave 
 of Dr. Josiah McPherson, hired to Mr. Newman, to 
 whom his father belonged. Both parents were of 
 an African tribe of negroes, celebrated for great 
 bodily strength and long life — features of race which 
 are very manifest in Mr. Henson and his family. 
 He tells us that the only incident he remembers 
 while his mother was on Mr. Newman's farm was 
 the appearance of his father one day bruised and 
 bleeding from cruel blows inflicted because he had 
 attempted to rescue his wife (Mr. Henson's mother) 
 from foul violence at the hands of a wicked man. 
 British children who feel indignant at the mention 
 of such horrors must be told that slavery was 
 formerly sanctioned and practised by our own 
 country, and for a long time scarcely any one 
 appeared to have thought it wrong. John New- 
 ton, afterwards a pious and devoted clergyman of 
 the Church of England, was, in his younger days, a 
 slave-trader. It is hard to believe that tlie man 
 who wrote those beautiful hymns, some of which 
 we sing in public worship, the friend and pastor 
 of the gentle poet Cowper, could ever have been 
 connected with a traffic so vile and hateful ; yet 
 so it was. The grace which changed the per- 
 secuting Saul of Tarsus into the patient and 
 loving Apostle Paul changed John Newton, and 
 can change any heart, for it is the grace of Al- 
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 settle there were persons from this land, and as they 
 carried with them the institutions of the mother 
 country, and became colonies under the rule of Great 
 Britain, slavery was introduced, and became the 
 law and custom there. Afterwards Great Britain, 
 to her everlasting honour, set all her slaves at 
 liberty at a cost of twenty millions sterling. But 
 this only took place when the labours of Wilber- 
 force, Clarkson, Brougham, and others had opened 
 the eyes of the people to the wickedness of the 
 slave-trade, and it required many years of self- 
 sacrifice and toil to bring this about, so difficult is 
 it to overcome selfishness and avarice. We boast 
 of our victories by land and by sea, though war is 
 a dreadful evil, but no victory ever obtained by 
 any nation was half so glorious as the emancipa- 
 tion of our slaves ; but we must not be boastful 
 against the American people, for they derived the 
 abominable traffic from us. 
 
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CHAPTER II. 
 DR. MACPHERSON AND HIS PET. 
 
 MR. HENSON'S father, having given mortal 
 offence to his master, was at once sold 
 off and sent to Alabama, and what became of 
 him neither his wife nor any of his children ever 
 heard. After this Dr. McPherson would no longer 
 allow Mr. Henson's mother to remain at Newman's, 
 but brought her home to his own estate. He was a 
 kind-hearted man, and sought to make his slaves 
 as happy as possible. Young Henson was the 
 first negro child born on his property, and the boy', 
 being full of fun and frolic, became quite a pet. 
 Josiah was Dr. McPherson's own name, and hence 
 he named the lad, and with that gave him the 
 name of Henson, after an uncle who was an officer 
 in the war in which the Colonies won their inde- 
 pendence from Great Britain. Our forefathers 
 looked upon that war as rebellion ; but the hand of 
 God was evidently overruling in all, and now no 
 Englishman looks upon the great United States 
 with envy, or regrets the formation of the mighty 
 republic of the western world. They are of our 
 own race and language and religion, and we hope 
 that as years roll on the union of the two nations 
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 them will be for ever impossible. Unhappily, the 
 kind-hearted Dr. McPherson was addicted to in- 
 dulgences which injured him, and one of which in 
 the end cost him his life. He was a great tobacco- 
 smoker, andi drank freely of intoxicating liquors. 
 He liked to have young Henson near him, and 
 would give him' a long iron fork, to go and fetch, 
 on the end of it,, a piece of burning wood to light 
 his pipe, and as the lad was nimble and sprightly 
 the amiable doctor was accustomed to pat him on 
 the head and praise him, and prophesy that he 
 would be " a great man some day." Alas ! one 
 morning the doctor was found lying dead in the 
 middle of a narrow stream not a foot in depth. 
 He had been out the night before at a social party, 
 and in returning home had fallen from his horse, 
 and being, as was supposed, too drunk to stagger 
 through the water, had fallen on his face and was 
 drowned. How sad that such should have been 
 the end of a kind-hearted, generous man ! Let all 
 lads and young men avoid smoking, for it is not 
 only useless^ but positively pernicious, and is filthy 
 and expensive into the bargain, and often leads to 
 the habit of drinking. 
 
 •' Surely," said a quaint-speaking minister, " if 
 God had intended us to smoke. He would have 
 put a chimney in our heads somewhere ; or if He 
 had intended us to take snuff. He would have 
 turned our noses upside down." Science, that 
 great revealer and teacher of God and His laws, 
 assures us that these indulgences are injurious to 
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 please or satisfy. But the feeling of pleasure is 
 a delusion, and the effect is to leave those that 
 use them weaker both in mind and body, and less 
 able to resist temptations. Moreover the law of 
 habit comes powerfully into operation, and the 
 poor victim finds himself at last in a helpless state, 
 as one bound hand and foot by iron chains. It 
 can be proved that such indulgences do no good, 
 and no evidence is required to show that they 
 have ruined, and are ruining, tens of thousands. 
 Men who might have occupied high positions in 
 the Church and in the State — yea,, men that did 
 •occupy such positions — have been, cast down and 
 destroyed by drink. The road of life is strewn 
 all over by the wrecks of miserable ruined drunk- 
 ards — ruined in mind, body, and estate. Never 
 begin to smoke or drink, and you cam never be placed 
 in peril. Young Henson was blessed with a. pious 
 mother — one of the greatest blessings God can, 
 give a child — and hence she was anxious, above 
 all things, to touch the hearts of her children with 
 a sense of religion. He says he cannot think how 
 or where she obtained her knowledge of God, or 
 her acquaintance with the Lord's Prayer, which 
 she would often repeat. But the recollection of 
 her on her knees, and the remembrance of her 
 prayers, abide in his heart to this hour. 
 
 And is it not so with many besides .? Will not 
 " fond memory " carry back some wno read this 
 little book to times when a pious father or mother, 
 now perhaps numbered with the dead, prayed for 
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 did for him } And will not such be disposed to 
 cry out with Tennyson, " O for the touch of a 
 vanished hand, and the sound of a voice that is 
 still!" Ah! never shall you touch that hand 
 or hear that voice again in this world ; but shall 
 those prayers lodged before the throne remain 
 unanswered .'* The writer owes his conversion to 
 God early in life to the prayers and influence of 
 a pious mother now in heaven. Only a few weeks 
 since his father also fell asleep in Jesus. 
 
 Will any of our young readers turn away 
 from the hope of meeting a father or mother in 
 the realms of light ? Young Henson's mother 
 had far more to do with the formation of his 
 character and the determination of his future 
 life than he was aware of at the time, and with 
 what joy will she welcome her son into the man- 
 sions of heavenly rest when God is pleased to call 
 him home ! If angels rejoice over the repentance 
 of a sinner, how much more those of our own kith 
 and kin who have joined the " great cloud of wit- 
 nesses." Young people, give your hearts to the 
 Lord, and you will increase the joy of the beloved 
 ones now behind the veil, as well as the joy of 
 those still on earth. '*Be of your mother's re- 
 ligion," said the dying atheist to his children. 
 When Henson's mother was on her death-bed she 
 sent this message to her " Sie," as he was called, 
 " Bid him me n ; , hv iven." We have heard him 
 tell, with m.Mif >^m. jon, of his first visit to his 
 mother's grave in iS^-c^, when still a slave. She 
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 of waste ground, for no slave, however faithful to 
 God or man, was considered worthy to lie in a 
 graveyard or cemetery amongst the white dead. 
 But a fellow-slave, named Rachel, who knew her 
 well and received her dying message to her son, 
 guided him to the place. It was a Christmas Eve, 
 and under the pale moonlight he made his way 
 over the hard frosty ground, amongst weeds and 
 heaps of soil, to the spot. And there he lay down 
 and wept and prayed. Often, both before and 
 after his conversion, he had accompanied her' for 
 eight miles, over fields and marshes, sometimes 
 carrying her on his back, to a place where the 
 slaves could safely meet for prayer, and there she 
 and others would cry mightily to God for the 
 deliverance of their people. Those prayers have 
 been answered and the cause of the oppressed 
 avenged ; but what a chapter is that in American 
 history which records it ! Like the prophet's roll, 
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 AFTER Dr. McPherson's death, the estate and 
 the slaves were sold — a case similar to that 
 which occurred on the death of Mr. St. Clare, as 
 described in Mrs. Stowe's " Uncle Tom's Cabin." 
 Family ties were set at nought, and parents and 
 children torn from each other and separated on 
 earth for ever. 
 
 "Young as I was then," says Mr. Henson, "the 
 iron entered into my soul. The breaking up of 
 McPherson's estate is photographed in all its 
 details on my mind : the auction block, the crowd 
 collected round ; the huddling group of negroes ; 
 the valuation ; the examination of muscle and 
 teeth ; the look of the auctioneer ; the tears of m)" 
 brothers and sisters; the agony of my mother. 
 That scene I shall never forget. My brothers and 
 sisters were bid off first, and one by one, while my 
 mother, paralyzed by grief, held me by the hand. 
 Her turn came, and she was bought by a white 
 man, Isaac Riley. Then I was put upon the 
 block while the auctioneer was telling the crowd 
 that I was a smart little fellow, &c., and the 
 bidding for me was going on. My mother, half 
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 all her children, pushed through the crowd, and 
 fell on her knees where Riley was standing, and 
 said, ' O, master, just buy my baby, all the rest are 
 gone, and I will go anywhere, and do anything for 
 you.' " 
 
 It harrows the soul to read of the distress of 
 the poor woman when those she so much loved 
 were cruelly taken away, and when brutal blows 
 were inflicted because she besought that licr baby — 
 little Josiah — then between five and six years 
 old, might not be wrenched from her. As she 
 crawled out from the presence of the hard-hearted 
 trader the boy heard her sob out, " Oh, Lord 
 Jesus, how long; how long shall I suffer this 
 way .''" How many such cries will the Day of 
 Judgment answer and explain ! Young Henson 
 was bought by a stranger named Robb, a man 
 who cared nothing whatever for the welfare 
 of his slaves, and hence their state was dread- 
 ful indeed. He tells us that he could only com- 
 pare his condition to that of a little pig amongst 
 a lot of overgrown hogs. No one cared for 
 him : no one showed the least pity or com- 
 passion for another. He soon fell ill, and grew 
 so weak that he could not crawl across the 
 cabin to get a drop of water. All day long he 
 was left to lie on a heap of filthy rags, crying for 
 his mother. Ah ! how strong is that instinct in 
 the human soul ; and doubtless the heart of the 
 mother was yearning towards her lost son. How 
 beautifully does our Lord bring out the feeling 
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30 MRS. H. BEECIIER STOWE'S '" UNCLE TOM." 
 
 Son — the Pearl of Parables, as it has been called. 
 " I will arise and go to my father," cries the 
 wretched, starving youth. " When he was a great 
 way off his father saw him, and ran and fell on 
 his neck and kissed him," is the response. Prodi- 
 gal though he was, he felt he had a father, and 
 the deep love of the fatherly heart answered in- 
 stantly to his cry. 
 
 And is not this a picture of our Heavenly Father's 
 love, when any of us, His children, lost by our sins, 
 purpose to return in humble penitence and prayer. 
 Poor young Henson could not help being torn 
 away from his mother, but we wilfully forsake our 
 God. Yet saith the Lord, " I will comfort you as 
 one whom his mother comforts." 
 
 The cruel master, thinking poor little " Sie " 
 would die, sold him to the man who had bought 
 his mother. One day he heard the old cabin 
 door rattle, and who should walk in but his 
 dear mother. Mr. Henson says, no language 
 can describe their joy. They had been parted 
 for eighteen months, and had given up all hope 
 of ever seeing each other in this world again. Now 
 he was once more with his best friend on earth, 
 and under such loving care as she could bestow 
 upon him. And with what joy does a soul that 
 has sought rest and peace in the bosom of Jesus, 
 as on the heart of a fond mother, repose ; and how 
 happy and blessed that soul's return and union with 
 the Lord ! " Come unto Me, all ye that are weary 
 and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest." " Can 
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 Young Henson soon recovered. lie served Riley, 
 who was a coarse and hard man, for many years. 
 
 The following is his description of their mode 
 of life. " In ordinary times we had two regular 
 meals in a day — breakfast at twelve o'clock, after 
 labouring from daylight, and supper when the 
 work of the remainder of the day was over. In 
 harvest season we had three. Our yearly clothing 
 consisted of two coarse linen shirts, one pair 
 of linen pantaloons like the shirts, one jacket, 
 one pair of trousers for winter, made of coarse 
 negro cloth, or a gown, according to the sex. 
 Besides these, in winter a round jacket or 
 overcoat, a wool hat once in two or three 
 years, for the males, and a pair of coarse shoes. 
 The children unable to work in the field had 
 neither shoes, stockings, jackets, nor trousers 
 given them : their clothing consisted of two coarse 
 linen shirts per year. Wlien these failed them, 
 they went naked until the next allowance day. 
 Children from seven to ten years old^of both sexes, 
 almost naked, might be seen at all seasons of the 
 year. We lodged in log huts, and on the bare 
 ground. Wooden floors were an unknown luxury. 
 In a single room were huddled, like cattle, ten 
 or a dozen persons, men, women, and children. 
 All ideas of refinement and decency were, of 
 course, out of the question. We had neither 
 bedsteads nor furniture of any description. Our 
 beds were collections of straw and old rags 
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 favourite way of sleeping was on a plank, our heads 
 raised on an old jacket and our feet toasting before 
 the smouldering fire. The wind whistled and the 
 rain and snow blew in through the cracks, and the 
 damp earth soaked in the moisture till the floor 
 was miry as a pigsty. Such were our cabins. In 
 these wretched hovels were we penned by night 
 and fed by day ; here were the children born and 
 the sick — neglected." Such was slave-life at Riley's, 
 and we have felt it right to give it word for word 
 as a reply to those strangely-minded persons who 
 have said that the slaves /lad not a bad time of it. 
 Yet young Henson grew, despite all, to be a robust 
 and powerful lad. At fifteen years of age few could 
 compete with him in work or sport. He was as 
 lively as a young buck, and running over with 
 animal spirits. He could run faster, wrestle better, 
 and leap higher than any one about him ; and at 
 the dances in which sometimes the negroes engaged 
 in some kitchen or barn, he quite surpassed all 
 comers by the activity of his movements. Am- 
 bition, which is to be found in all classes, fired his 
 mind to outstrip all the youths of the neighbour- 
 hood ; and a most ludicrous scene which occurred 
 just about this time will amuse our young readers, 
 and give them a lesson on the folly of that vanity 
 of personal appearance which is a fault of too many 
 in all ranks and conditions of life. This incident, 
 which is not recorded in his " Life," Mr. Henson 
 entitles, " The First and Last Time I wore Boots 
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 told US by himself as follows. "As every hour 
 of daylight belonged to our masters, and was filled 
 in by continuous toil, we \yere obliged to put q# 
 our indulgences till evening, or even midnii^t^ 
 when we could meet in the woods, or in a barn, so 
 far from our masters' dwellings that the noise of our 
 merriment might not reach their ears. I mingled 
 only with the most aristocratic slaves in our neigh- 
 bourhood — that is, with the slaves of the wealthy 
 and intelligent white gentlemen who associated 
 with my master. It may seem strange, but the 
 slaves of a rich white master looked down with 
 contempt upon the slaves of a poor white master. 
 Our set was therefore very select. One night I was 
 to go to a dance, and expected to have for my 
 partner a black-eyed beauty, a slave-girl, who 
 seemed to me to possess every desirable quality. 
 I wished to make a fine appearance in her eyes, so 
 when I was cleaning my master's boots that night, 
 the thought occurred to me that if I only wore a 
 nice pair of boots I should be the envy of all the 
 young fellows present, and an object of admiration 
 to her whose favourable opinion I was so anxious 
 to win. So I selected the smallest pair, and w^th 
 difficulty put them on my feet, which were large 
 even at that early age. I went to the party and 
 displayed my boots, the first I ever had on, and 
 danced with the pretty slave-girl till nearly daylight. 
 Then I hurried back to my mother's cabin, for it 
 was my duty to blow the horn, even at so early 
 an hour, to waken up the slaves to their daily toils. 
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 things, I believe, he ever attempted. He tried 
 one foot, and pulled and pulled till I feared he 
 would pull my foot and leg ofif. When he had 
 at last succeeded in the great effort of getting 
 off one, I heard the overseer's shrill voice, ' Sie, 
 Sie, where are you, and why don't you blow 
 your horn ? Up with you, or I'll make you in 
 a way you'll remember.' I was terrified, and 
 cried to the boy, * Pull, pull, even if you tear 
 my foot off with it.' I knew that if I appeared 
 in the fields with one of my master's boots on, 
 I should be flogged within an inch of my life, 
 and I also felt I deserved to be punished for 
 my folly and wrong-doing. The boy pulled, and 
 four other boys came to his help, while I, to 
 facilitate operations, lay down on the floor, 
 three of the boys pulling at the boot and 
 pulling me round and round the room, the others 
 trying to hold me back as well as they could, 
 and the overseer shouting out dreadful threats 
 at my delay. At last a tremendous jerk 
 brought the unlucky boot off, and I rose 
 limping with pain. My feet had become so 
 swollen I could not put on my thin cheap shoes, 
 so I ran out barefooted on the frozen ground 
 and blew my horn with spirit enough, as I 
 thought at the time, to waken the seven 
 sleepers, whoever they were. This was the last 
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 age and out of slavery." Negro lads are not the 
 only folk in the world who make themselves 
 ridiculous by trying to appear different from what 
 they are as to age and circumstances. Every 
 one, young and old, should endeavour to be real 
 and true, and should avoid and abhor all sham 
 and pretence. There are few things more offen- 
 sive to good taste than to see young folk trying 
 to be men and women before the time, or trying 
 to make an appearance different from the manner 
 of life in which God has placed them. There is 
 nothing disgraceful in poor common clothes if 
 they are the best that can be obtained, nor in 
 any kind of work if it is honest and right. 
 Filth is disgraceful, and idleness is disgraceful ; 
 cleanliness of person and clothes, and cleanliness 
 of life, are fair sights before both God and man. 
 He who works bravely in the position in which 
 Heaven has cast his lot, and does his work in 
 the best way possible to him, is worthy of 
 honour, and will have the confidence and esteem 
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 FIRST ATTEMPT AT SPELLING. 
 
 OUR young readers will be curious to hear of 
 young Henson's " education/' and will 
 hardly believe that it was ^ breach of law, ex- 
 posing the " culprit " to a severe ; ;. rilty, to teach 
 a slave to read. Yet so it was. 
 
 *' I shall never forget," lu- says, " my first 
 attempts to learn to spell. I was about tl'rteen 
 years of age, when I nearly lost my life because 
 I made an effort to gain this kind of knowledge. 
 The schools for the white children were generally 
 four or five miles apart, and a negro boy was 
 accustomed to drive his master's children in a 
 waggon to school in the morning, and to go for 
 them in the afternoon. A negro boy, William, 
 belonging to Lewis Bell, was a bright, clever 
 lad. He learned to read and to spell by hear- 
 ing his master's boys talk about their lessons 
 while they were riding to and from school. I 
 was so pleased to hear William read, that he 
 told me if I would buy a Webster's spelling- 
 book in the store at Washington he would soon 
 teach me. I had already made some ink out of 
 charcoal, and had cut a goose-quill so that it 
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 make scratches on odd bits of paper I had picked 
 up iri the market. I had noticed that all the 
 butter I sold was stamped with two letters, * I. R.,* 
 and after awhile I learned that those letters stood 
 for my master, Isaac Riley, and I tried and tried 
 to imitate those marks,, and they were really the 
 first letters I ever wrote. 
 
 " It seemed to me if I took some of the apples 
 that fell from the trees in the orchard and sold 
 them I should be able to get the money for the 
 spelling-book. I did this. Early the next morn- 
 ing I was about to harness the horse for my 
 master ; the horse was frisky and ran, and I ran 
 to catch him, when my hat fell off and the book 
 in it dropped on to the ground. After I had 
 harnessed the horse my master exclaimed, ' What's 
 that ? ' ' A spelling-book.' ' Whose is it .? ' ' Mine.' 
 * Where did you get it .'" * Bought it, sir, when I 
 went to market' ' How much was it .-* ' * Eleven 
 cents.' 'Where did you get the money ?' 'I. sold 
 some apples out of our orchard.' * Our orchard ! ' 
 he exclaimed, in a passion. * I'll teach you to get 
 apples from our orchard for such a vile purpose, so 
 you'll remember it. Give me that book.' I stooped 
 to pick it up, and as I saw his big cane coming 
 down I dodged. * Pick up that book,' he cried, 
 using an awful word. At last I was obliged to do 
 it, when he beat me across the head and back till 
 my eyes were swollen and I became unconscious. 
 My poor mother found me in this state, and it was 
 some time before I was able to be about my work 
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 he said, sneeringly, * So you want to be a fine 
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 book again I'll knock your brains out.' , The 
 wonder to me is, why I have any brains left. I 
 shall carry to my grave a scar my master made 
 that day on my head. I did not open a book 
 again till after I was forty-two years of age and 
 out of the land of slavery." 
 
 This might well be called " a pursuit of know- 
 ledge under difficulties" indeed. We can well 
 understand how it was the slave-owners and traders 
 hated education, and dreaded to hear of a slave 
 learning to read. " Knowledge is power," said 
 Lord Bacon, and a wonderful power it is. It is 
 like the leaven which, entering into the dough, 
 leavens the whole mass. Once people can read and 
 begin to think, the death-knell of slavery is sounded, 
 be the time long or short. Hence all tyrants of every 
 class, political, social, spiritual, fear knowledge, and 
 labour hard to keep their thralls in ignorance. 
 The way to keep up the true sense of liberty in a 
 country is to give people a good education, and 
 those who have the opportunity of receiving it 
 should gladly avail themselves of it. Young folks 
 sometimes complain of school drudgery, and think 
 it very hard to have to grind at lessons when the 
 sky is clear and the day fine, and they are longing 
 to be out enjoying themselves ; but the day will 
 come, should they live to be men and women, 
 when they will be thankful for the early training 
 they disliked, or thought so little of perhaps, in 
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 regret over time mis-spent or lost if it should un- 
 happily be otherwise. We must not judge young 
 Henson too severely in the matter of the apples, 
 or in other things of a similar sort which happened 
 during his slave-life. The poor lad thought little 
 of a few apples taken from his master when he 
 felt how he and his people had been stolen and 
 sold into bondage. Moreover, by the law which 
 then existed, a slave could not be accused of 
 stealing from his master ; but we have often heard 
 him refer to these things, privately and publicly, 
 with grief at the degrading and demoralizing effect 
 of slavery. His mother had taught him ever to 
 speak the truth, no matter what came of it ; and 
 instead of openly denying that he had taken the 
 apples, as some white children would have done, 
 or trying to conceal the act by evasions, as many 
 do, he at once confessed how he got the money 
 to obtain the book. We admire this trait in 
 his character — a trait which has distinguished 
 him all his life long, and earnestly urge our young 
 friends to follow his example in this point. There 
 is nothing nobler in human character than to speak 
 the truth, while the contrary is universally con- 
 demned as mean and base ; besides, it renders a 
 person unworthy of confidence and robs the life of 
 all respect. Nothing grows so fast upon the 
 youthful mind as the habit of speaking untruly. 
 Peter, having denied the Lord once, must do it three 
 times. Thus one lie leads to another, and no one 
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 ofif" a hated master. On one occasion an accident 
 had happened to the well ; there was something 
 the matter, and '* massa " decided to go down in the 
 bucket and see after it, two stout " boys " holding 
 the handle of the windlass and letting him down 
 cautiously. When he had descended near the 
 water the " boys " suddenly let go, and down went 
 "massa," with what Mr. Carlyle calls "a prodigious 
 splash." " Oh, massa, massa," shouted the" boys," 
 "de handle slipped out of dese yer hands; fear 
 massa is drefful wet ; we's so sorry;" and with a 
 great show of haste and contrition they began to 
 wind up, massa spluttering and blowing, and the 
 water streaming out from hair and clothes. As the 
 bucket approached the top they heard him utter- 
 ing terrible threats as to what he would do to 
 their •* black hides " the moment he got out. 
 Whereupon they stopped, and vowed " de handle 
 was just a-going agin unless massa promised not 
 to touch them." Massa was compelled to promise, 
 although declaring he would have it "out of them" 
 another day, and went off looking like a " drowned 
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 BECOMES A CHRISTIAN. . 
 
 BUT now young Henson was about to be 
 brought under the influence of the Gospel, 
 and to become a devoted Christian, and the way 
 was this. There was one John McKenny, who 
 lived at Georgetown, a few miles only from Riley's 
 plantation. •* His business was that of a baker, 
 and his character," says Mr. Henson, " was that 
 of an upright, good man. He was noted for his 
 hatred to slavery, and his resolute avoidance of 
 the employment of slave-labour in his busi- 
 ness." Mr. McKenny occasionally preached, 
 regular ministers of the Gospel being rare at 
 that time in many districts. Mrs. Stowe tells 
 us how fond the negroes are of a " meetin," 
 as they call it, and of their joyous excitement 
 when any chance occurs of having such a treat. 
 In the old slavery times such " meetins " were 
 doubly precious. There was the gathering together 
 of those who were not only united by the ties of 
 race and blood, but by the common bond of 
 oppression and misery. There was the proclama- 
 tion of a Divine Father in heaven, their Father 
 and Father of all, and of the Divine Son who, in 
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 perfectly holy, had become the Brother, Friend, 
 and Saviour of them and all men. There was the 
 hope of a day of judgment, when the wrongs of 
 the world would be redressed, and God's rule over 
 men vindicated and justified. There were the 
 glorious visions of heaven as set forth in the Book 
 of Revelation, the imagery of which is so cap- 
 tivating to the negro mind. There were the hymns 
 and prayers in which all cculd join in their own 
 homely, noisy, and excitable manner. Hence 
 when it became known one Sunday that Mr. 
 McKenny was to preach at a place a few miles 
 distant, young Henson's mother strongly urged 
 him to go to " meetin." He informs us that 
 his mother was at the time engaged in the 
 somewhat arduous labour of combing out his 
 hair ; for as that operation was performed only 
 once a week, on a Sunday, it may easily be 
 guessed that it was not a very pleasant ordeal 
 either to his mother or himself. What wonder- 
 ful power God has endowed a mother's hand 
 with ! How the recollection of that touch thrills 
 the heart even to our old age. John Newton, 
 when leading a wild kind of life, could never 
 think of his mother's hand, as it often rested 
 upon his head when a lad, without deep feeling. 
 We believe it is Dr. Chalmers who has somewhere 
 said that no man, however hardened in crime, is 
 wholly lost who has any loving recollection or 
 grateful thought of his mother ; and he mentions 
 the instance of a culprit, under sentence of death, 
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 repentance, but who quite broke down and wept 
 bitter tears of sorrow when reminded of his 
 mother's love and care in the days of his youth. 
 Even to the present — and Mr. Henson is now in 
 his eighty-eighth year — he cannot mention his 
 mr*-^'»r's name without quivering face and tearful 
 ey , and the remembrance of his act of disobedi- 
 ence on the occasion referred to — for he refused to 
 ask his master for leave to go to the " meetin " 
 — visibly affects him still. 
 
 As we have heard Mr. Henson speak of it, we 
 have thought of Dr. Johnson, who, visiting the 
 town of Uttoxeter, when at the height of his 
 literary fame, stood bareheaded, under a heavy 
 rain, to punish himself for having, when a lad, 
 vexed his father. Ah! young people, if you 
 V 'd keep your dying pillow free from sharp 
 iiiv as, revere and love your parents, and, above 
 all, be tender and good to her whose love is so 
 like God's love, so patient and ready to forgive, 
 so unchanging and abiding. 
 
 The following is Mr. Henson's account of what 
 took place. " I had so often been beaten for 
 making such a request (to be allowed to attend 
 preaching) that I now refused to make it. I said 
 to my mother, * I do not want to go ; I am afraid 
 he will beat me.' She said, ' Go and ask him.' 
 I turned round, like many other boys, and said I 
 would not go. She dropped her head down and 
 shed a tear. I looked at her, and was touched at 
 her sorrow. I said, ' I will go, mother.' She said, 
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 before I got to the door, master saw my shadow. 
 He turned round and asked what I wanted. I 
 said, ' I want to ask you if I can go to the 
 meeting.' 'Where.!*' 'Down at Newport Mill.* 
 'Who is going to preach?' 'Mr. McKenny.' 
 ' What do you want to hear him preach for ? ' 
 Here I was in a difficulty ; I did not know what I 
 wanted to go for, and I told him so. ' What good 
 will it do for you .? ' Here I was at another point. 
 ' Who put that into your head ? ' There was 
 another thing ; I did not want to get my poor old 
 mother into trouble. But she had always told me 
 to tell the truth. So I answered : ' My mother.' 
 'Ah,' r-^id he, 'I thought it was your mother. I 
 suppv :. she wants to have you spoilt. When will 
 you come back }' * As soon as meeting is over.' 
 Well, I went to the meeting, I heard the preacher, 
 but I could not see him. They would not let 
 negroes go into the meeting. T went all round the 
 house ; I could hear him, and at last I got in front 
 of the door. I saw him with his hands raised, 
 looking up to heaven, and he said, with emphasis : 
 'Jesus Christ, the Son of God, tasted death for 
 every man ; for the high, for the low, for the rich, 
 for the poor, the bond, the free, the negro in his 
 chains, the man in gold and diamonds.' His heart 
 was filled with the love of Christ, and by the power 
 of the Spirit of God he preached a universal salva- 
 tion through Jesus Christ. I stood and heard it. 
 It touched my heart, and I cried out : ' I wonder if 
 Jesus Christ died for me.' And then I wondered 
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 was then eighteen years old, I had never heard a 
 sermon, nor any conversation whatever, upon reli- 
 gious topics, except what I had heard from my 
 mother, on the responsibility of all to a Supreme 
 Being. This was Heb. ii. 9, the first text of the 
 Bible to which I had ever listened, knowing it to 
 be such. I have never forgotten it, and scarcely a 
 day has passed since, in which I have not recalled 
 it, and the sermon that was preached from it. 
 
 ** The divine character of Jesus Christ, His tender 
 love for mankind. His forgiving spirit. His com- 
 passion for the outcast and despised. His cruel 
 crucifixion and glorious ascension, were all de- 
 picted, and some of the points were dwelt on with 
 great power ; great, at least, to me, who then heard 
 of these things for the first time in my life. Again 
 and] again did the preacher reiterate the words 
 'for every nian.^ These glad tidings, this salvation, 
 were not for the benefit of a select few only. They 
 were for the slave as well as the master, the poor 
 as well as the rich, for the persecuted, the dis- 
 tressed, the heavy-laden, the captive ; even for me, 
 among the rest, a poor, despised, abused creature, 
 deemed by others fit for nothing but unrequited 
 toil — but mental and bodily degradation. Oh, the 
 blessedness and sweetness of feeling that I was 
 LOVED ! I would have died that moment with 
 joy, and I kept repeating to myself, 'The com- 
 passionate Saviour about whom I have heard loves 
 me. He looks down in compassion from heaven on 
 me. He died to save my soul, and He'll welcome 
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 joy. I seemed to see a glorious being, in a cloud 
 of splendour, smiling down from on high. In 
 sharp contrast with the experience I had felt of 
 the curxtempt and brutality of my earthly master, 
 I basked, as it were, in the benign smiles of this 
 Heavenly Being. I thought, ' He'll be my dear 
 refuge — He'll wipe away all tears from my eyes.' 
 * Now I can bear all things ; nothing will seem 
 hard after this.' I felt sure that if * Massa Riley ' 
 only knew Him, he would not live such a coarse, 
 wicked, cruel life. Swallowed up in the beauty 
 of the divine love, I ' loved my enemies, and' 
 prayed for them that did dcspitefully use and' 
 entreat me.' 
 
 *' Then it was that my mother's prayers and tears 
 flashed before my mind, and I said to myself, I 
 guess this is what mother has been praying about 
 these many years. Many a time she has taken me 
 aside in a corner of the old cabin, kneeling down, 
 holding my hands, and saying, * Lord, all the 
 rest are gone I know not where, bless this one, 
 save him, make Sie a good boy,' then repeating 
 the Lord's Prayer, would wet my face with her 
 tears, blessing me as only a praying mother can. 
 
 " Revolving the things which I had heard in my 
 mind as I went home, I became so excited that I 
 turned aside from the road into the woods, and 
 prayed to God for light and for aid with an 
 earnestness which, however unenlightened, was at 
 least sincere and heartfelt ; and which the sub- 
 sequent course of my life has led me to imagine 
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 all events, I date my conversion, and my awaken- 
 ing to a new life — a consciousness of power and a 
 destiny superior to anything I had before con- 
 ceived of — from that day, so memorable to me. I 
 used every means and opportunity of inquiry into 
 religious matters ; and so deep was my conviction 
 of their superior importance to everything else, 
 so clear my perception of my own faults, and so 
 undoubting my observation of the darkness and 
 sin that surrounded me, that I could not help 
 talking much on these subjects with those about 
 me ; and it was not long before I began to pray 
 with them, exhort them, and impart to the poor 
 slaves those little glimmerings of light from 
 another world, which had reached my own eye. 
 In a few years I became quite an esteemed 
 preacher among them, and I believe that, through 
 the grace of God, I was useful to many." 
 
 We have thought it right to give Mr. Henson's 
 account of his conversion in his own words, written 
 many years after it had occurred, when he had 
 had much experience of Christian life, and had 
 seen it in many others. It was, indeed, a £reaS 
 cJiange — a change of heart — producing a change ii^ 
 his whole character and future history, the effept 
 of which, in himself and thousands to whom he 
 has since preached the Gospel, will be seen jn 
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 MRS. STOWE says : " To the great Christian 
 doctrine of forgiveness of enemies and the 
 returning of good for evil, Mr. Henson was, by God's 
 grace, made a faithful witness, under circumstances 
 that try men's souls and make us all who read it 
 say, * Lead us not into temptation.' " 
 
 Perhaps there is no precept of our Lord so hard 
 to human nature as that in which He calls upon 
 us to forgive our enemies^ and even to bless them 
 who evil use and entreat us. " Revenge is sweet '* 
 is an old heathen motto upon which many who 
 bear the Christian name act. Nothing but divine 
 grace can take away this feeling, and give instead 
 such a sweet, forgiving, loving spirit as our Lord 
 speaks of; therefore, in possessing such a spirit 
 and acting from its impulse, Mr. Henson has given 
 satisfactory evidence that when he believed God 
 pardoned him and gave him peace while praying 
 alone in the woods, he was not labouring under 
 any delusion, but that it was a real work of the 
 Saviour of sinners in his soul. From that hour he 
 became a new man ; new thoughts of God, new 
 desires, new aims, new principles of action, Jiew 
 joys, new hopes, new fears filled his mind. Hence- 
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 and working to do good among his fellow-creatures, 
 was the great object and rule of his life. Surely 
 such a change, so unexpected, so extensive and 
 abiding in its effects, and those so blessed in them- 
 selves and so fruitful of good to others, could only 
 have been produced by the Holy Spirit of God. 
 Of course, it may be said that this is a very singu- 
 lar case, and cannot be regarded as a rule for 
 others to judge by. We admit this. We readily 
 allow that there is a great difference between the 
 poor neglected slave-boy and young persons, the 
 children of Christian parents, surrounded by every 
 good and gracious influence which pious example 
 and church privileges can supply, and we gladly 
 recognise that in the case of such, a different 
 religious experience is to be looked for. There 
 was Lydia, of whom we read that the Lord opened 
 her heart, just as the bud opens to the dew, and 
 rain, and sunbeams ; and we know that many 
 young persons are similarly brought into the light 
 and love of the kingdom of God. But what we 
 wish to impress on our readers is the great truth 
 that regeneration by the Holy Spirit is necessary 
 in every case. " Except a man be born again 
 (born from above, which is more correct) he cannot 
 see the kingdom of God," said our Lord to Nico- 
 demus. By an earthly birth we enter upon this 
 earthly life and become acquainted with the 
 beauties and glories of the natural world ; and by 
 a heavenly birth, a birth from above, we enter 
 upon spiritual life and become acquainted with 
 the beauties and glories of the spiritual world. 
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 sight. He did not know /low it was done, but he 
 knew it had been done. Conversion may be a 
 sudden mighty work, such as we have read of in 
 the case of young Henson, or it may be a gentle 
 gradual work in the soul, like that of Lydia, but 
 in all cases it is the work of the Spirit and pro- 
 duces fruits like Him it proceeds from. It brings 
 light and love, longings after purity, penitence and 
 faith, a cleaving to the Lord amid all chances and 
 changes of this mortal life, hope of heaven, desire 
 to bless and save others, self-sacrifice for Christ 
 and His cause on earth. 
 
 And who can say anything against such a life ? 
 This world has nothing half so beautiful or good. 
 Unhappily, professing Christians have been so 
 much occupied with controversies about points of 
 doctrine, or ceremonies, or church government, 
 that the great vital fact of a 7iew birth into God's 
 kingdom by God's Spirit, has either been put aside 
 or darkened so that men have not heard of or seen 
 that which constitutes the glory of Christianity. 
 Our young readers may test our teaching for 
 themselves. Let them pray to God, who giveth 
 His Holy Spirit to them that ask Him — pray in the 
 name of Jesus, earnestly pray, continue to pray, 
 hope and believe as well as pray, and the heavenly 
 light will arise and shine upon the soul. It may 
 come as the morning light, which gradually steals 
 in upon the world chasing away the gloom of 
 night. But whether it comes as a flash, or comes 
 as the breaking of the day, it will come, and reveal 
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 may cause pain and grief, for it shows the darkness 
 of the heart, and the errors of the hfe ; but it will 
 reveal Him who suffered and died to take away 
 our sins, and peace and rest and life eternal will be 
 found at His dear cross. 
 
 Little Eva, of " Uncle Tom's Cabin," is a beauti- 
 ful instance of youthful piety. Eva softening and 
 subduing Topsy, the wild negro child, by tender- 
 ness, patience, and love, is a touching and power- 
 fully drawn picture of what the Spirit of Jesus, 
 though in so young a person, can accomplish, even 
 when the case seems one of hardened indifference. 
 It greatly adds to our interest in Eva to learn from 
 Mr. Henson that such a child is not the creation of 
 Mrs. Stowe's fancy, but did really live, and was 
 actually rescued from drowning by Mr. Henson 
 (Uncle Tom). Topsy, too, whose real name was 
 Dinah, was no imaginary character. " She was 
 clear-witted, as sharp and cunning as a fox, but 
 she purposely acted like a fool or idiot, in order to 
 take advantage of her mistress. When the latter 
 said, ' Dinah, go and do your work,' she would 
 reply, with a laugh, * Yes, yes ; when I get ready ; ' 
 or, * Go, do it yourself Sometimes she would 
 scream out, * I won't ; that's a lie — catch me if you 
 can ;' and then she would take to her heels and 
 run away. She was so queer and funny in her 
 ways, that she was constantly doing all kinds of 
 odd things, but escaped the whipping that other 
 slaves, who did not behave half so badly, had 
 ^received daily, because her mistress thought she 
 was an idiot" (Story of Uncle Tom's Life, page 
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 AFTER young Henson's conversion his faith 
 and patience were soon called into sharp 
 exercise, no uncommon thing in Christian life^ 
 as every one of experience knows. It was im- 
 mediately after our Blessed Lord's baptism, and 
 the descent of the Spirit upon Him in the 
 form of a dove, and the voice from heaven 
 proclaiming Him to be the Son of God, that 
 He was led into the wilderness to be tempted 
 of the evil one. Young persons ought to keep 
 this in mind. As long as they are thoughtless, 
 and prayerless, things may go easily enough with 
 them ; but as soon as ever they decide for Christ 
 and His service, the foe will assail them, and 
 will stir up all the opposition and malice he can 
 arouse against them. Young Henson's master, 
 Riley, was addicted to drink ; and, as is too often 
 seen or read of in our own land, this led him into 
 brawls and quarrels with men drunken like himself. 
 Henson was obliged to go after him to help him 
 home at night, and to protect him as far as 
 possible from the abuse and violence to which 
 he often exposed himself. On one of these 
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 supposed to be the Legree of" Uncle Tom's Cabin," 
 was knocked down, as he imagined, by Henson, 
 and he vowed vengeance against him the first 
 opportunity. This soon presented itself, and the 
 wicked Litton did not fail to carry out his threat, 
 the efifects of which Uncle Tom will carry to his 
 grave, although he has long since forgiven the 
 wretch. Riding down a lane, returning from posting 
 his master's letters, Litton, who had been lying in 
 wait, fell on Henson with a whip first, and after- 
 wards with a heavy stick, and so beat and bruised 
 him, assisted by some negroes — who, being his. 
 slaves, were obliged to obey his orders — that it is 
 wonderful they did not murder him outright. As 
 it was, his shoulder-blades were broken, and the 
 bones of his arms ; and as no surgeon or physician 
 was ever employed to attend to injured or sick slaves 
 on that farm, the poor fellow was left to the " tender 
 mercies" of his master's sister, called Patty, a 
 powerful woman, who used " to draw niggers' teeth 
 and set bones," and who knew nothing of pity or 
 womanly tenderness. She splintered his arm and 
 bound up his back in Jicr way ; but, alas ! from that 
 time he has been maimed and mutilated so as to 
 be unable to lift his hands to his head. Hence he 
 is obliged to hav^c the assistance of some friend in 
 dressing, &c., services which often fell to our lot 
 during his late visit to England. 
 
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 mended him to his master, who, though a cruel, 
 worthless man, saw his worth, and soon turtied it 
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 his farm, and for many years was served by him 
 faithfully, the disposal of everything raised on the 
 farm being confided to him. Thus it often happens 
 that men who are not religious themselves are 
 compelled to honour those who are, and though 
 they mock and hate, they are forced to acknow- 
 ledge the superiority of character which true reli- 
 gion always inspires. Nor can any one tell the 
 good effect which such an example may yet pro- 
 duce upon those around, even although no influence 
 for good is apparent at the time. Long afterwards 
 the remembrance may be the means of awakening 
 conviction and leading to conversion. Let those, 
 then, whose present position is one of cross-bearing 
 amongst the ungodly, be encouraged. They are 
 glorifying God, of that there can be no doubt ; and 
 perhaps are silently affecting for their eternal 
 Vv-elfare those who now seem, if not despisers or 
 scorners, unbelieving and indifferent. When Henson 
 was about twenty-two years of age he married. 
 His wife was a slave like himself She belonged 
 to a neighbouring family, reputed to be pious and 
 kind. He first met her at the religious meetings 
 which he attended, and he informed us that it was 
 **lier beautiful singing of spiritual songs" that 
 first won his heart. She became the mother of 
 twelve children, some of whom still survive. She 
 was a good woman, a good wife and mother, and 
 famed for her skill in cookery, particularly in 
 puddings, pies, cakes, jams, &c., which Mrs. Stowe 
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 of *' Uncle Tom's Cabin " — her real name was 
 Charlotte. Mr. Henson was happy in his marriage, 
 and this is saying a great deal. No greater bless- 
 ing to a young man than a good wife. No greater 
 blessing to a young woman than a good husband. 
 If young folk would only lay this to heart, how 
 well it would be for the future of manv, and how 
 much misery might be averted. No relation in 
 this world so close, tender, and lasting, and yet 
 thousands form connections and enter upon mar- 
 riage without forethought or prayer or an\' regard 
 to those elements of character so necessary for the 
 best and highest interests of both parties. " Aunt 
 Chloe" is dead. Mr. Henson was called to suffer 
 that painful loss — the loss of the wife of his youth, 
 the mother of his children, who had battled bravely 
 against many difficulties, and passed through 
 many trials with him. But we will speak of 
 her death farther on. Shortly after Henson had 
 taken " Chloe " to v/ife, his master followed his 
 example, and married, at the age of forty-five, a 
 young woman of eighteen. She had a little pro- 
 perty, but was what some folk call " ncay " — indeed 
 very ''near,'' for in her economy .she reduced the 
 table supply so low that her youngest brother, to 
 ^viiom "^liley, her husband, was appointed guardian, 
 a- debted to Henson for food sufficient to suppl}- 
 TS r jetite, and which Henson generously gave him 
 mt of what he had provided for his own famil}-. 
 But her husband's spending and folly were more 
 than a match for her saving, and a lawsuit with 
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 brought him into distressing difficulties. And now 
 the harsh and tyrannical master found a kind and 
 faithful friend in the poor slave. He would often 
 go to Henson's cabin for sympathy. Dejected 
 and unhappy as he was, he had confidence in the 
 fidelity and judgment of the slave, and the divine 
 spirit ot love, received by the knowledge of Jesus, 
 taught the slave to pity the master. One night at 
 a late hour Riley came into Henson's cabin, and 
 with tears and groans besought him to promise to 
 do what he was about to ask. This was that he 
 should run away to Kentucky to a brother of 
 Riley's, called Amos, and take all, the slaves with 
 him. He said that only by this step could his ruin 
 be averted, and that if this were not done at once 
 all would be seized and sold, and the slaves sent, 
 probably, to Georgia or Louisiana — a threat so 
 full of terror that at last Henson consented. The 
 scheme was no easy one. Besides his wife and two 
 children, he was required to transport eighteen 
 negroes nearly a thousand miles in mid-winter — for 
 it was February, 1825 — and, worst of all, through a 
 country of which he knew nothing. Happily his 
 courage and shrewdness helped him well. But in 
 passing along the Ohio shore an unexpected 
 trouble assailed him, for he and his party learned 
 that they, were now no longer slaves, but free men 
 if they chose to be so. Freedom was a thought 
 that fired his soul, though he had never dreamt of 
 running away, and it was with much difficulty he 
 persuaded himself and the people to go on to their 
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 his promise to his master, and, in addition, he was 
 anxious to gain praise by :ompleting the under- 
 taking he had entered upon. Years afterwards, in 
 reviewing this event, he bitterly condemned the 
 part he had taken, and mourned with sore anguish 
 at the remembrance that he had been instrumental 
 in consigning to cruel bondage so many of his 
 fellow-creatures. Often and often did he cry to 
 God for forgiveness after he had tasted the sweets 
 of liberty, though at the time he acted according to 
 his light, believing that what he did was best ; but 
 those were his days of ignorance and degradation, 
 and he had not yet seen that the title-d«-ed of the 
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 IN the month of April, 1825, Hcnson arrived at 
 Davis county, Kentucky, and delivered him- 
 self and party to Mr. Amos Riley, brother cf 
 his owner. He had a large plantation, and 
 kept nearly one hundred negroes. His house 
 was situated about five miles south of the Ohio 
 River, and fifteen miles above the Yellow Banks, 
 on Big Blackford's Creek — the spot where Hen- 
 son rescued the dear little girl " Eva " from 
 drowning. On this plantation slaves were better 
 fed and kept than on the one he had left, and 
 as he was made superintendent he had some ad- 
 vantages which he highly prized. He had more 
 frequent opportunities of attending preachings and 
 camp-meetings — a religious service almost peculiar 
 to America, and which Mrs. Stowe has graphically 
 described in " Dred." Here he began to preach. 
 Perhaps our young readers will smile as they hear 
 of this — a man so ignorant that he knew not the 
 letters of the alphabet, commencing to teach others. 
 But Henson's "preaching" was not just the kind 
 of thing we are accustomed to. The good news 
 from heaven that Jesus Christ came into the world 
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 and that all might be made happy in a Saviour's- 
 love, and gain eternal glory, filled his soul, and out 
 of the abundance of the heart the mouth spoke. 
 This was t/ie preaching the poor slaves heard so 
 gladly, and this was all they were capable of. But 
 who can tell how much of heaven's sunshine it 
 brought into their souls, how much comfort it gave, 
 how much it helped them to bear the heavy burden 
 of oppression, how many a death-bed it made 
 glorious with immortal hope ! God blessed it, and 
 that was the seal of its authority. 
 
 We are reminded of a story we once heard of 
 one of the early Irish Methodist preachers. He 
 was a man of considerable ability and high Chris- 
 tian attainment, but of humble oHgIn, and had no 
 special JLiiman training for the work of the ministry; 
 in fact, he had passed from the shoemaker's bench 
 to the pulpit. He was appointed to a cathedral 
 town in the south of Ireland, the Dean of which 
 was far better known in the hunting train, or at the 
 races, than in the duties of his sacred office ; yet 
 withal very proud of his office and very contemp- 
 tuous towards "swaddling preachers" — the name 
 given in derision to ministers of the Methodist per- 
 suasion. On one occasion, when the preacher had 
 made a call at the house of a lady who, though a 
 member of the Episcopal Church, was accustomed 
 to attend the " preaching house " of a Sunday 
 evening, who should walk in but the Dean. 
 He drew himself up, stared haughtily at the 
 preacher, and, resolving to expose him to ridicule, 
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 College, Mr. Dean," was the reply. " Grace Col- 
 lege ! Grace College ! I never heard of it before." 
 '* Probably not." " Oh, it must be di foreign college, 
 Mr. Preacher." " Very likely it is, to you, Mr. Dean, 
 but I thank God it is quite a home college to me." 
 The Dean looked confused. " Do you know the 
 learned languages } " was the next query. " Oh 
 dear, yes, I speak them freely and frequently," was 
 the answer. " Speak them ! Speak them ! I didn't 
 know Methodist preachers were so well educated ; 
 and off the Dean walked. As soon as he had retired, 
 the lady, who knew the preacher's humble origin, 
 
 exclaimed, " Oh, Mr. , what could you mean } " 
 
 " I meant what I said, madam. He asked me what 
 college I graduated at, and I said * Grace College * 
 — that is, I owe all my ministerial training to the 
 grace of God, that is my teacher. And he inquired 
 if I knew the learned languages, and I answered 
 that I speak them freely and frequently. When I 
 meet with a sinner I have a language for him, and 
 when I meet with a penitent I have a language for 
 him, and when I meet with a saint I have a lan- 
 guage for him, and when I ^meet with a backslider 
 I have a language for him ; and I think, madam, 
 these will pass as learned languages in the kingdom 
 of God." 
 
 Shortly after this occurrence the preacher had 
 his " revenge!' Riding along a country road he 
 suddenly heard the cry of a hunt, and almost im- 
 mediately a poor^'exhausted hare attempted to cross 
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 came up, the Dean accompanying them, and in a 
 few moments puss was torn to pieces. The Dean 
 looked a little " put out " on seeing the preacher, 
 who was on his way to visit a small hamlet not far 
 off, and to preach there, and politely said " Good 
 •morning." The preacher returned the salutation. 
 *' You were fortunate to be in at the death," said 
 the Dean. ''Yes, Mr. Dean," said the preacher, 
 "and glad to see that puss made a good Christian 
 end." " ' Christian end ! ' what do you mean ? " *'0h, 
 that she must have derived great comfort at the 
 presence of a dignitary of the Church in her last 
 moments, a privilege which few of your parishioners 
 have been favoured with, if I am rightly informed. 
 Good morning, Mr. Dean." We are sincerely 
 thankful to say that we live in better times, and 
 that hunting deans and parsons are nearly as rare 
 as black swans. 
 
 Between 1825 and 1828 Henson so improved in 
 spiritual knowledge and experience that he was 
 admitted as a preacher by a Quarterly Conference 
 of the Methodist Episcopal Church, the largest 
 religious body in America. It differs from the 
 Wesleyan body at home, in that it has bishops, 
 ministers of age, learning, and experience, who 
 travel up and down the country, superintending 
 the affairs of the numerous churches. 
 
 That Henson was not allowed to preach without 
 opposition the following extract from the *' Story 
 of his Life," page 194, will show : — " After I began 
 to preach, I just escaped receiving thirty-nine 
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 near Washington, simply for asking the Mayor to 
 give me permission to comply with a request to 
 preach there. He indignantly ordered me to be 
 taken to prison on the Saturday, and to receive 
 the whipping on the Monday or to pay a fine of 
 25 dollars. I had no money, and I prayed to 
 God to show me what to do. At last I found 
 some one to send to my master's young brother. 
 He came to sec me in gaol, and by giving him my 
 watch, worth 45 dollars, he paid the fine and I 
 was released. Before we left the city, however 
 the blacks collected around me, and the Lord 
 opened my mouth, and I had the moral courage 
 to give them such a sermon as they had not heard 
 for a long time. As soon as I had finished my 
 sermon, my young master, who was ready with 
 his waggon, hurried me into it, and we rode out 
 of the city in great haste, for, as he told me, the 
 law would not allow me to preach openly to a 
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 ADVISED TO BUY HIMSELF! 
 
 IN the spring of 1828 Riley, Hensons master, 
 sent an agent to Kentucky empowering him 
 to sell all his slaves on his brother's estate, except 
 Henson and his family, whom he intended should 
 return to Maryland. The scenes of misery, in the 
 separation of parents and children, brothers and. 
 sisters, which this sale caused, left an impressioir 
 on Henson's mind which never was effaced. We 
 have seen him, in his eighty-eighth year, spring off 
 his chair and rush about the room, in the excite-^ 
 ment of his feelings, as he referred to this and 
 kindred sights which his eyes had witnessed. 
 
 In the summer of 1828 a Methodist preacher 
 who visited the neighbourhood strongly urged 
 Henson to seek his liberty and offered to put 
 him in the way of buying himself ! ! He obtained 
 leave from Mr. Amos to go and see his old master, 
 of course saying nothing about his intention to- 
 buy hhnselfy and by the kindness of Christian 
 friends when in Cincinnati, he received substantial 
 help in money, by which he was able to buy " a 
 decent suit of clothes " and a horse. On arriving 
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 he also soon found, by the sneers with which his 
 improved appearance was greeted, there was no 
 hope of liberty. So after a scries of shameful 
 frauds and wrongs he was sent back again to Mr. 
 Amos, who also received him with bitter mockery, 
 calling him "a regular black gentleman," and 
 jeering over the robbery and deceit which had 
 been practised upon him. But, notwithstanding all 
 the crushing disappointment he had suffered, he 
 went about his work with as quiet a mind as 
 possible, under the circumstances, resolved to trust 
 in God and never despair. 
 
 And here we must just stop to say a word ta 
 those whose faith, like that of poor Henson, is 
 sorely tried, and who are tempted to think God 
 has forsaken them or forgotten His promises to 
 His people. It is, indeed, a sore trial which God 
 often calls His children to pass through, but it is 
 no new thing. As Uncle Tom says, in Mrs. 
 Stowe's book, " Didn't they all suffer ? the Lord 
 and all His .^" But the Lord has not yet spoken 
 His last ivord. When that takes place no one will 
 doubt that the Lord is faithful, and that in " very 
 faithfulness " He afflicts and tries His children ; 
 yea, that love, unchanging and eternal love, is the 
 beginning, the measure, and the end of all our 
 afflictions. Let us have faith and wait, and be true 
 to present duty, and at "evening time it shall be 
 light." The harder and sourer the fruit, the more 
 luscious and precious when the ripening comes. 
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 been shut up awhile in a darkened cage. " Though 
 He slay me," exclaimed the heart-broken patri- 
 arch, "yet will I trust in Him;" and "the end of 
 the Lord," in Job's case, will be the same in all ; 
 it showed "the Lord to be very pitiful and of 
 tender mercy." 
 
 I^ut a worse trial was to come — a trial which 
 would shake his soul to the very foundation of his 
 being. All God's billows had not yet gone over 
 him, but the time was at hand when deep should 
 call unto deep at the noise of His waterspouts. 
 
 One day, about a year after Henson's return, 
 Mr. Amos informed him that he must accompany 
 his son Amos down the river to New Orleans with 
 farm produce ; but he well knew that this meant 
 selling him away from home and all dear to him. 
 This dreadful prospect induced misery bordering 
 on despair; but in all the heartrending grief of 
 separation the trembling spirit as yet clung to the 
 Eternal Rock. Strangely did God work. The 
 captain was attacked by a disease of the eye, 
 which rendered him totally bUnd, and as Henson 
 was the person who could best take his place, 
 though all the others were whites, he was master 
 of the boat from that time till their arrival at New 
 Orleans. He had learned the art of managing the 
 boat far better than the rest ; could shoot by a 
 *' sawyer," land on a bank, shun a snag, or steam- 
 boat, in the rapid current of the Mississippi, as 
 well as the captain. On the way down the Hver 
 they stopped at Vicksburg, and Henson obtained 
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 the town, where some of his old companions, whom 
 he had brought from Kentucky, were living. It 
 was a sad sight. Four years in an unhealthy 
 climate, and under a hard master, had done the 
 work of twenty years. Some of them cried at 
 seeing him ; they said they looked forward to 
 death as their only deliverance. We will not 
 shock our readers with details of the wretched- 
 ness of those poor creatures, but so dreadful was 
 their lot that when Henson thought his would soon 
 be like theirs, his faith utterly gave way. For the 
 time^^he could no longer pray or trust. He thought 
 God had forsaken him and cast him off for ever. 
 Hejno longer cried to Him for help. A kind of 
 dumb;despair took possession of him. With what 
 power has Mrs. Stowe described this, the most 
 fearfulj trial in the life of Uncle Tom — the most 
 fearful trial in the life of any Christian. To em- 
 ploy the imagery of Bunyan, it is passing through 
 *' the valley of the shadow of death." 
 
 Perhaps this is hardly suitable to young people, 
 and but few, as we hope, of our youthful readers will 
 ever know anything of such an " hour and power 
 of darkness." But if in after times a similar trial 
 should happen to any, let them remember that our 
 Blessed Lord was for a short time forsaken by His 
 Father, that He might know by experience the 
 keenest pang the heart can suffer, and therefore 
 that in this, as in all other temptations, we have a 
 merciful and faithful High Priest, who knows our 
 infirmities, who pities us and sympathizes with us, 
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 come unto God by Him. It was in this moment 
 of darkness and unbelief, when the face of God was 
 hidden by the black cloud of despair, that the 
 tempter suggested revenge! But the stroke that 
 would have deprived another of life and left the 
 burning sting of remorse in the soul for ever, was 
 averted, in a way which we do not hesitate to affirm 
 was a merciful interposition of God. " Oppression 
 drives a wise man mad," says Solomon ; and we 
 doubt not Henson's reason was for the moment quite 
 overturned. Let it be a warning, however ; for had 
 he not cast away his confidence in God, and sur- 
 rendered himself to the gloomy power of unbelief, 
 the tempter never would have ventured such a 
 horrid suggestion, so unlike all the man's antece- 
 dents, and so opposed to his life and character. 
 But God's opportunity is ever the hour of man's 
 extremity. It was " the same night " when Herod 
 would have brought St. Peter forth for execution 
 that the angel of deliverance arrived. All Henson's 
 cries and prayers to be spared were all in vain, and 
 he was to be sold the next day^ and Master Amos 
 was to set off on his return in a steamboat at six 
 o'clock in the afternoon. A sleepless night did the 
 poor slave pass. But just as day was breaking 
 Amos was heard to call — he had become sick. 
 How much was bound up in those words ! Ah, 
 yes ! the hand of God had touched the relentless 
 master, and Henson was now to have a " revenge'' 
 becoming a follower of Him who, with His dying 
 breath, prayed for His murderers. Amos became 
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 tratc. The tables were turned, and oh, how sud- 
 denly and unexpectedly ! No longer looked upon 
 as a brute beast to be bought and sold, no longer 
 property, Henson was his only friend in the midst 
 of strangers. The master was now the suppliant, 
 a poor terrified object, afraid of death, and writhing 
 with pain. His cry was " Stick to me, Sie ! Stick 
 to me. Sic ! Don't leave me, don't leave me ! I'm 
 sorry I was going to sell you." Next day, at his 
 earnest request, he was carried on board one of the 
 steamers, and by noon they were returning — fleeing,, 
 as Henson felt, from the land of bondage and 
 death, from misery and despair. We live in times 
 when many persons, unhappily for themselves and 
 others, seem to have lost faith in the Bible doc- 
 trines of the Fatherhood of God and His loving 
 Providential care over His people. But is not this 
 which we have just narrated a striking illustration 
 of both } Did not the Heavenly Father arrest, by 
 conscience, the arm of His maddened servant when 
 ab«ut to commit a terrible crime ? And did He 
 not interfere, by means of sickness, to preserve him 
 from the evil which he dreaded, worse than death, 
 when all human hope had vanished } Constantly 
 and faithfully did Henson nurse his master, and 
 thus saved his life. This was returning good for 
 evil. This was to be Christ- like, and there is 
 nothing so noble on earth. They reached home 
 by the loth of July. To do Amos justice, he mani- 
 fested strong gratitude after his recovery ; but as 
 to the rest, it soon became evident that selfishness 
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 tion ; and feeling certain that another attempt would 
 soon be made to dispose of him, Henson resolved 
 to devote his energies to making his escape. While 
 in Cincinnati he had heard much of the course 
 pursued by fugitives from slavery, and had become 
 acquainted with a number of kind, charitable per- 
 sons engaged in helping them on their way. Canada 
 was often spoken of as the only sure refuge from 
 pursuit. That was the Land of Canaan towards 
 which all longings and hopes were directed. Let 
 us be thankful that it is so, and that the British 
 flag is the well-known symbol of freedom and pro- 
 tection. May it always be so ! Henson knew the 
 north star, and thanked God for setting it in the 
 heavens. Of old it helped to guide the mariner 
 over the pathless deep, and in these later times it 
 has helped to guide thousands of fugitives to liberty 
 and life. Henson felt assured that, could he only 
 follow it through forest, stream, and field, it would 
 lead him to the desired haven. But innumerable 
 hardships and dangers lay between him and the 
 land of hope, enough to daunt the stoutest heart. 
 For himself he had but little fear. But how was 
 he to carry with him and provide for a wife and 
 four small children } Leave them behind he would 
 not — no, not even for the blessed boon of freedom. 
 The heart of the husband and father was loyal and 
 faithful, though white professing Christians, and 
 even ministers, had denied to him and his the name 
 and rights of family life. After much anxious 
 thought he devised a plan of escape, and made it 
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 cabin ; mean as it was, it was her home. She knew 
 nothing of the great world beyond, and the thought 
 of it filled her with dismay and dread. She ex- 
 claimed, "Oh, we shaUdie in the wilderness, or lose 
 the way and be hunted down with bloodhounds ; 
 we shall be brc aght back and flogged to death ! " 
 With many tears she besought her husband not to 
 make the attempt. But after some time, finding 
 he was resolute and firm, she consented to go with 
 him, though most reluctantly, for she had heard 
 something of the perils and privations to be en- 
 countered, and had both seen and heard the dread- 
 ful punishments inflicted upon those who had been 
 overtaken in their flight and fetched back to their 
 enraged masters. No wonder the poor creature 
 contemplated the attempt to travel over five hun- 
 dred miles and more, under such circumstances, 
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 markable escape of himself and family in his own 
 language. 
 
 *' Our cabin, at this time, was near the landing. 
 The plantation itself extended the whole five miles 
 from the house to the river. There were several 
 distinct farms, all of which I was overseeing, and 
 therefore I was riding about from one to another 
 ■every day. Our oldest boy was at the house with 
 Master Amos ; the rest of the children were with 
 rny wife. 
 
 " The chief practical difficulty that had weighed 
 upon my mind, was connected with the youngest 
 two of the children. Thf / were of three and two 
 years respectively, and of course would have to be 
 -carried. Both stout and healthy, they were a 
 heavy burden, and my wife had declared that I 
 should break down under it before I had got five 
 miles from home. Sometime previously I had 
 directed her to make me a large knapsack of tow- 
 cloth, large enough to hold them both, and arranged 
 with strong straps to go round my shoulders. This 
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 both to test my own strength and accustom them 
 to submit to it. To them it was fine fun, and to 
 my great joy I found I could manage them success- 
 fully. My wife's consent was given on Thursday 
 morning, and I resolved to start on the night of the 
 following Saturday. Sunday was a holiday ; on 
 Monday and Tuesday T was to be away on farms 
 distant from the house ; thus several days would 
 elapse before I should be missed, and by that time 
 I should have got a good start. 
 
 •* At length the eventful night arrived. All things 
 were ready, with the single exception that I had 
 not yet obtained my mastcx s permission for little 
 Tom to visit his mother. About sundown I went 
 up to the great house to report my work, and after 
 talking for a time, started off, as usual, for home ; 
 when, suddenly appearing to recollect something I 
 had forgetten, I turned carelessly back, and said, 
 ' Oh, Master Amos, I most forgot. Tom's mother 
 wants to know if you won't let him come down 
 a few days ; she wants to mend his clothes and fix 
 him up a little.' ' Yes, boy, yes ; he can go.' 
 ' Thankee, Master Amos ; good night, good night. 
 The Lord bless you ! ' In spite of myself I threw a 
 good deal of emphasis into my farewell. The coast 
 was all clear now, and, as I trudged along home, I 
 took an affectionate look at the well-known objects 
 on my way. Strange to say, sorrow mingled with 
 my joy ; but no man can live long anywhere with- 
 out feeling some attachment to the soil on which 
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 nine o'clock all was ready. It was a dark, moon- 
 less night, when we got into the little skiff, in 
 which I had induced a fellow-slave to set us across 
 the river. It was an anxious moment. We sat 
 still as death. In the middle of the stream the 
 good fellow said to me, ' It will be the end of me if 
 this is ever found out ; but you won't be brought 
 back alive, Sie, will you ? ' * Not if I can help it,' I 
 replied ; and I thought of the pistols and knife 
 I had bought some time before of a poor white. 
 ' And if they're too many for you, and you get 
 seized, you'll never tell my part in this business ? ' 
 • Not if I'm shot through like a sieve.' * That's all,' 
 said he, ' and God help you.' Heaven reward him. 
 He, too, has since followed in my steps ; and many 
 a time in a land of freedom have we talked over 
 that dark night on the river. 
 
 "In due time we landed on the Indiana shore. A 
 hearty, grateful farewell was spoken, such as none 
 but companions in danger can utter, and I heard 
 the oars of the skiff propelling him home. There I 
 stood in the darkne >s, my dear ones with me, and 
 the dim unknown future before is. But there was 
 little time for reflection. Before dr-ylight should 
 come on, we must put as many miles behind us as 
 possible, and be safely hidden in the woods. Wc 
 had no friends to look to for assistance, for the 
 population in that section of the country was then 
 bitterly hostile to the fugitive. If discovered, we 
 should be seized anti lodged in jail. In God was 
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 boys would allow. To her, indeed, I was com- 
 pelled to talk sternly ; she trembled like a leaf, and 
 even then implored me to return. 
 
 " For a fortnight we pressed steadily on, keeping 
 to the road during the night, hiding whenever a 
 chance vehicle or horseman was heard, and during 
 the day burying ourselves in the woods. Our 
 provisions were rapidly giving out. Two days 
 before reaching Cincinnati they were utterly ex- 
 hausted. All night long the children cried with 
 hunger, and my poor wife loaded me with re- 
 proaches for bringing them into such misery. It 
 Avas a bitter thing to hear them cry, for I needed 
 encouragement myself. My limbs were weary, 
 and my back and shoulders raw with the burden I 
 carried. A fearful dread of detection ever pursued 
 me, and I would start out of my sleep in terror, my 
 heart beating against my ribs, expecting to find 
 the dogs and slave-hunters after me. Had I been 
 alone, I would have borne starvation, even to ex- 
 haustion, before I would have ventured in sight of 
 a house in quest of food. But now something 
 must be done ; it was necessary to run the risk of 
 exposure by daylight upon the road. 
 
 " The only way to proceed was to adopt a bold 
 course. Accordingly, I left our hiding-place, took 
 to the road, and turned towards the south, to lull 
 any suspicion that might be aroused were I to be 
 seen going the other way. Before lo$ig I came to-^ 
 house. A furious dog rushed out at me, and his 
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 sell me a little bread and meat. He was a surly 
 fellow. * No, I have nothing for niggers ! ' At the 
 next, I succeeded no better, at first. The man of 
 the house met me in the same style ; but his wife, 
 hearing our conversation, said to her husband, 
 * How can you treat any human being so ? If a 
 dog was hungry I would give him something to 
 eat.' She then added, ' We have children, and 
 who knows but they may some day need the help 
 of a friend.' The man laughed and told her that if 
 she took care of niggers, he wouldn't. She asked 
 me to come in, loaded a plate with venison and 
 bread, and, when I laid it into my handkerchief, 
 and put a quarter of a dollar on the table, she 
 quietly took it up and put it in my handkerchief, 
 with an additional quantity of venison. I felt the 
 hot tears roll down my cheeks as she said, * God 
 bless you ; ' and I hurried away to bless my starving 
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 ** A LITTLE while after eating the venison, 
 l\. which was quite salt, the children became 
 very thirsty, and groaned and sighed so that I went 
 off stealthily, breaking the bushes to keep my path, 
 to find water. I found a little rill, and drank a large 
 draught. Then I tried to carry some in my hat ; 
 but, alas ! it leaked. Finally, I took off both shoes, 
 which luckily had no holes in them, rinsed them 
 out, filled them with water, and carried it to my 
 family. They drank it with great delight. I have 
 since then sat at splendidly-furnished tables in 
 Canada, the United States, and England ; but 
 never did I see any human beings relish anything 
 more than my poor famishing little ones did that 
 refreshing draught out of their father's shoes. 
 That night we made a long run, and two days 
 afterwards we reached Cincinnati. 
 
 " I now felt comparatively at home. Before 
 entering the town I hid my wife and children in the 
 woods, and then walked on alone in search of my 
 friends. They welcomed me warmly, and just 
 after dusk my wife and children were brought in, 
 and we found ourselves hospitably ciieered and 
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 fatigue, anxiety, rain, and chill, make it indescrib- 
 ably sweet to enjoy once more the comfort of rest 
 and shelter. 
 
 " I have sometimes heard harsh and bitter words 
 spoken of those devoted men who were banded 
 together to succour and bid God-speed to the 
 hunted fugitive ; men who, through pity for the 
 suffering, voluntarily exposed themselves to hatred, 
 fines, and imprisonment. If there be a God who 
 will have mercy on the merciful, great will be their 
 reward. In the great day when men shall stand in 
 judgment before the Divine Master, crowds of the 
 outcast and forsaken of earth will c^ather around 
 them, and in joyful tones bear witness, ' We were 
 hungry and ye gave us meat, thirsty and ye gave 
 us drink, naked and ye clothed us, sick and ye 
 visited us.' And He who has declared that, ' In- 
 asmuch as ye have done it unto the least of these 
 My brethren, ye have done it unto Me,' will accept 
 the attestation, and hail them with Plis welcome, 
 * Come, ye blessed of My Father.' Their glory 
 shall yet be proclaimed from the house-tops, and 
 may that * peace of God which the world can 
 neither give nor take away ' dwell richly in their 
 hearts ! 
 
 "Among such as those — good Samaritans, of 
 whom the Lord says, * Go ye and do likewise,' — 
 «our lot was now cast. Carefully they provided 
 for our welfare until our strength was recruited, 
 and then they set us thirty miles on our way by 
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 ling by night and resting by day — till we arrived 
 at the Scioto, where we had been told we should 
 strike the military road of General Hull, made 
 in the last war with Great Britain, and might 
 then safely travel by day. We found the road, 
 accordingly, by the large sycamore and elms which 
 marked its beginning, and entered upon it with 
 fresh spirits early in the day. Nobody had told 
 us that it was cut through the wilderness, and I 
 had neglected to provide any food, thinking we 
 should soon come to some habitation, where we 
 could be supplied. But we travelled on all day 
 without seeing one, and lay down at night, 
 hungry and weary enough. The wolves were 
 howling around us, and though too cowardly to 
 approach, their noise terrified my poor wife and 
 children. Nothing remained to us in the morning 
 but a little piece of dried beef, too little, indeed, 
 to satisfy our cravings, but enough to afflict us 
 with intolerable thirst. I divided most of this 
 amongst us, and then we started for a second 
 day's tramp in the wilderness. A painful day it 
 was to us. The road was rough, the underbrush 
 tore our clothes and exhausted our strength ; 
 trees that had been blown down, blocked tiie 
 way; we were faint with hunger, and no prospect 
 of relief opened up before us. We spoke little, but 
 steadily struggled along ; I with my babes on 
 my back, my wife aiding the two other children 
 to climb over the fallen trunks and force them- 
 selves through the briers. Suddenly, as I was 
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 boys, I heard them call me, and turning round saw 
 my wife prostrate on the ground. 'Mother 's dying,' 
 cried Tom ; and when I reached her, it seemed 
 really so. From sheer exhaustion she had fallen 
 in surmounting a log. Distracted with anxiety, I 
 feared she was gone. For some minutes no sign 
 of life was manifest ; but after a time she opened 
 her eyes, and finally recovering enough to take a 
 few mouthfuls of the beef, her strength returned, 
 and we once more went bravely on our way. I 
 cheered the sad group with hopes I was far from 
 sharing myself For the first time I was nearly 
 ready to abandon myself to despair. Starvation 
 in the wilderness was the doom that stared me and 
 mine in the face. But again, * man's extremity 
 was God's opportunity.' 
 
 "We had not gone far, and I suppose it was 
 about three o'clock in the afternoon, when we dis- 
 cerned some persons approaching us at no great 
 distance. We were instantly on the alert, as we 
 could hardly expect them to be friends. The 
 advance of a few paces showed me they were 
 Indians, with packs on their shoulders; and they 
 were so near that if they were hostile it would be 
 useless to try to escape. So I walked along boldly, 
 till we came close upon them. They were bent 
 down with their burdens, and had not raised their 
 eyes till now ; and when they did so, and saw me 
 coming towards them, they looked at me in a 
 frightened sort of a way for a moment, and then, 
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 them, and what they were afraid of I could not 
 imagine. There was no doubt they were frightened, 
 and we heard their wild and prolonged howl, 
 as they ran, for a mile or more. My wife was 
 alarmed, too, and thought they were merely 
 running back to collect more of a party, and 
 then would come and murder us ; and she 
 wanted to turn back. I told her they were 
 numerous enough to do that, if they wanted 
 to, without help ; and that as for turning back, I 
 had had quite too much of the road behind us, 
 and that it would be a ridiculous thing that both 
 parties should run away. If they were disposed 
 to run, I would follow. We did follow, and the 
 noise soon ceased. As we advanced, we could dis- 
 cover Indians peeping at us from behind the trees, 
 and dodging out of sight if they thought we were 
 looking at them. Presently we came Mpon their 
 wigwams, and saw a fine-looking, stately Indian, 
 with his arms folded, waiting for us to approach. 
 He was, apparently, the chief; and, saluting us 
 civilly, he soon discovered we were human beings, 
 and spoke to his young men, who were scattered 
 about, and made them come in and give. up their 
 foolish fears. And now curiosity seemed to prevail. 
 Each one wanted to touch the children, who were 
 as shy as partridges with their long life in the 
 woods ; and as they shrunk away, and uttered a 
 little cry of alarm, the Indian would jump back 
 too, as if he thought they would bite him. How- 
 ever, a little while sufficed to make them under- 
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 and then they supplied our wants, fed us bounti- 
 fully, and gave us a comfortable wigwam for our 
 night's rest. The next day we resumed our march, 
 having ascertained from the Indians that we were 
 only about twenty-five miles from the lake. They 
 sent some of their young men to point out the 
 place where we were to turn off, and parted from 
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 " T N passing over the part of Ohio near the lake, 
 A where such an extensive plain is found, we 
 came to a spot overflowed by a stream, across which 
 the road passed. I fcJrded it first, with the help of a 
 sounding-pole, and then taking the children on my 
 back, first the two little ones, and then the others, 
 one at a time, and, lastly, my wife, I succeeded in 
 getting them safely across. At this time the skin 
 was worn from my back to an extent almost equal 
 to the size of the knapsack. 
 
 " One night more was passed in the woods, and 
 in the course of the next forenoon, we came out 
 upon the wide, treeless plain which lies south 
 and west of Sandusky city. The houses of the 
 village were in plain sight. About a mile from the 
 lake I hid my wife and children in the bushes, and 
 pushed forward. I was attracted by a house on the 
 left, between which and a small coasting vessel, 
 a number of men were passing and repassing with 
 great activity. Promptly deciding to approach 
 them, I drew near, and scarcely had I come within 
 distance, when the captain of the schooner cried 
 out, ' Hollo there, man ! you want to work ? * ' Yes, 
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 give you a shilling an hour. Must get off with this 
 wind.' As I came near, he said, *Oh, you can't 
 work ; you're crippled.' ' Can't I } ' said I ; and in 
 a minute I had hold of a bag of corn, and followed 
 the gang in emptying it into the hold. I took my 
 place in the line of labourers next to a coloured 
 man, and soon got into conversation with him. 
 
 * How far is to Canada .<* ' He gave me a peculiar 
 look, and in a minute I saw he knew all. ' Want to 
 go to Canada ? Come along with us, then. Our 
 captain 's a fine fellow. We're going to Buffalo.* 
 
 * Buffalo ; how far is that from Canada ? ' * Don't 
 you know, man ? Just across the river.' I now 
 opened my mind frankly to him, and told him 
 about my w^ife and children. * I'll speak to the 
 captain,' said he. He did so, and in a moment the 
 captain took me aside, and said, * The Doctor says 
 you want to go to Buffalo with your family.' ' Yes, 
 sir.' * Well, why not go with me ! ' was his frank 
 reply. ' Doctor says youVe got a family.' ' Yes, 
 sir.' * Where do you stop } '' * About a mile back.' 
 
 * How long have you been here .-* ' * No time,' I 
 answered, after a moment's hesitation. ' Come, my 
 good fellow, tell us all about it. You're running 
 away, ain't you } ' I saw he was a friend, and 
 opened my heart to him. ' How long will it take 
 you to get ready V * Be here in half an hour, sir.' 
 
 * Well, go along and get them.' Off I started ; but, 
 before I had run fifty feet, he called me back. 
 ' Stop,' said he ; ' you go on getting the grain in. 
 When we get off, I'll lay to over opposite that 
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 regular nigger-catchers in the town below, and they 
 might suspect if you brought your party out of the 
 bush by daylight.' I worked away with a will. 
 Soon the two or three hundred bushels of corn 
 were aboard, the hatches fastened down, the anchor 
 raised, and the sails hoisted. 
 
 " I watched the vessel with intense interest as she 
 left her moorings. Away she went before the free 
 breeze. Already she seemed beyond the spot at 
 which the captain agreed to lay to, and still she 
 flew along. My heart sank within me ; so near 
 deliverance, and again to have my hopes blasted, 
 again to be cast on my own resources ! I felt that 
 they had been making sport of my misery. The 
 sun had sunk to rest, and the purple and gold 
 of the west were fading away into grey. Suddenly, 
 however, as I gazed with a weary heart, the vessel 
 swung round into the wind, the sails flapped, and 
 she stood motionless. A moment more, and a boat 
 was lowered from her stern, and with a steady 
 stroke made for the point at which I stood. I felt 
 that my hour of release had come. On she came, 
 and in ten minutes she rode up handsomely on to 
 the beach. 
 
 " My black friend and two sailors jumped out, 
 and we started off at once for my wife and children. 
 To my horror, they were gone from the place 
 where I left them. Overpowered with fear, I sup- 
 posed they had been found and carried off. There 
 was no time to lose, and the men told me I would 
 have to go alone. Just at the point of despair, 
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 wife, it seemed, alarmed at my long absence, had 
 given up all for lost, and supposed I had fallen into 
 the hands of the enemy. When she heard my 
 voice, mingled with those of the others, she thought 
 my captors were leading me back to make me dis- 
 cover my family, and in the extremity of her terror 
 she had tried to hide herself. I had hard work to 
 satisfy her. Our long habits of concealment and 
 anxiety had rendered her suspicious of every one ; 
 and her agitation was so great that for a time she 
 was incapable of understanding what I said, and 
 went on in a sort of paroxysm of distress and fear. 
 This, however, was soon over, and the kindness of 
 my companions did much to facilitate the matter. 
 
 " And now we were off for the boat. It required 
 little time to embark our luggage — one convenience, 
 at least, of having nothing. The men bent their 
 backs with a will, and headed steadily for a light 
 hung from the vessel's mast. I was praising God 
 in my soul. Three hearty cheers welcomed us as 
 we reached the schooner, and never till my dying 
 day shall I forgot the shout of the captain — he was 
 a Scotchman — * Coom up on deck, and clop your 
 wings and craw like a rooster ; you're a free nigger 
 as sure as you're a live mon.* Round went the 
 vessel, the wind plunged into her sails as though 
 inoculated with the common feeling — the water 
 seethed and hissed past her sides. Man and 
 nature, and, more than all, I felt the God of man 
 and nature, who breathes love into the heart and 
 maketh the winds His ministers, were with us. 
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 destitution and danger to such kindness and blessed 
 security, I wept like a child. 
 
 " The next evening we reached Buffalo, but it 
 was too late to cross the river that night. * You 
 see those trees,' said the noble-hearted captain, 
 next morning, pointing to a group in the distance ; 
 
 * they grow on free soil, and as soon as your feet 
 touch that, you're a mo^i. I want to see you go and 
 be a freeman. I'm poor myself, and have nothing 
 to give you ; I only sail the boat for wages ; but I'll 
 see you across. Here, Green,' said he to a ferry- 
 man, ' what will you take this man and his family 
 over for — he's got no money ? ' * Three shillings.' 
 He then took a dollar out of his pocket and gave it 
 to me. Never shall I forget the spirit in which he 
 spoke. He put his hand on my head and said, * Be 
 a good fellow, won't you }' I felt streams of 
 emotion running down in electric courses from head 
 to foot. ' Yes,* said I ; 'I'll use my freedom well ; 
 I'll give my soul to God.' He stood waving his 
 hat as we pushed off for the opposite shore. God 
 bless him ! God bless him eternally ! Amen ! 
 
 " It was the 28th of October, 1830, in the morn- 
 ing, when my feet first touched the Canada shore. 
 I threw myself on the ground, rolled in the sand, 
 seized handfuls of it and kissed them, and danced 
 around, till, in the eyes of several who were present, 
 I passed for a madman. * He's some crazy fellow,' 
 said a Colonel Warren, who happened to be there. 
 
 * Oh no, master ! don't you know ? I'm free ! * 
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 knew freedom make a man roll in the sand in such 
 a fashion.' Still I could not control myself. I 
 hugged and kissed my wife and children, and, until 
 the first exuberant burst of feeling was over, went 
 on as before." 
 
 We may mention that the two children he 
 carried on his back still survive. Josiah has a 
 family, and has been so successful in business 
 that he is now in good circumstances. Jane is 
 a widow, an invalid, and lives with her father. 
 During his late visit to England she has been 
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 HOW strong must have been the love of liberty 
 in Henson's heart when he risked so much 
 and endured so much to obtain it ! Yet there 
 were many slaves around him who had no such 
 feeling. How was this .? The answer is ready. 
 Slavery had so weakened and depressed their 
 sense of manhood that they had no desire for 
 freedom, and were the willing thralls of their 
 masters. And do we not see a similar state of 
 feeling in relation to redemption by the Lord 
 Jesus, and the result of a similar cause .-* By 
 nature and evil works men are the slaves of sin 
 and Satan : yet how few comparatively desire to 
 be saved ; how few feel the misery of sin ; how 
 few long for " the glorious liberty of the sons of 
 God"! Sin blinds the mind to the dignity of 
 immortal life ; and when heavenly light is refused 
 and unholy indulgences persevered in, the heart 
 becomes hardened, and the soul settles down into 
 confirmed unbelief. To such persons the Gospel is 
 preached in vain. They will not hear that they are 
 in bondage, and they care not for the promises of 
 salvation. Like the Jews, to whom our Lord 
 preached, they resent the very idea of bondage, 
 
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 and are morally incapable of welcoming the glad 
 tidings of the Gospel. They make no response to 
 the offers of redemption. No description of its 
 beauty and glory seems to touch them. They are 
 captives of Satan, and yet appear not to know that 
 such is their state, and have neither a desire nor a 
 hope of eternal life. In the parable of the Prodi- 
 gal Son our Lord brings out these points most 
 forcibly. It was only when there " arose a mighty 
 famine in that land " that the prodigal "came to 
 himself," and thought of his father and the home he 
 had forsaken. Thank God for the *' famine " that 
 brings the sinner "to himself"! Thank God, the soul 
 can find no lasting satisfaction in sinful pleasures 
 Poor Robert Burns expresses his experience : 
 
 ** Pleasures are like poppies spread, 
 We seize the flower, its bloom is shed ! 
 Or like the snow-falls in the river, 
 A moment white — then melt for ever ; 
 Or like the borealis race. 
 That flits ere you can point their place ; 
 Or like the rainbow's lovely form 
 Evanishing amid the storm." 
 
 And a greater than Burns, the unhappy Lord 
 Byron, thus described his own sad condition in 
 the last lines he ever wrote : 
 
 " My days are in the yellow leaf, 
 The flowers and fruits of life are gone — 
 The worm, the canker, and the grief, 
 Are mine alone. 
 
 " The fire that in my bosom preys 
 Is lone as some volcanic isle, 
 No torch is kindled at its blaze, 
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 Dear young friends, you will never know the 
 wretchedness of such a state if you will only no7c>, 
 in the days of your youth, while your heart is 
 tender and open to the sweet influences of grace, 
 decide for Christ, and unite yourself to His people. 
 To those who feel the wretchedness of sin, and the 
 misery of alienation from God ; to those who long 
 for redemption, not merely that they may escape 
 hell but that they may perfectly love God and 
 worthily magnify His holy name, the Gospel comes 
 with the blessed sound of liberty. It opens the 
 door of the captive ; it strikes off his fetters ; it 
 shows the way of escape ; it leads to the promised 
 land; it takes away the spirit of bondage; it im- 
 parts a filial spirit ; it reveals the home beyond 
 the grave, and points to the skies. It transforms 
 the slaves of sin and Satan into sons and daughters 
 of God, heirs of God and joint-heirs with Christ. 
 By its divine power we reach true manhood, we 
 enjoy heavenly liberty, we become the citizens of 
 the Jerusalem above. If any, therefore, should 
 ask : How is it I do not feel the Gospel to be the 
 power of God unto my salvation .'' the reply is at 
 hand. You do not feel your self-will, your lack of 
 love, to be slavery and death. You do not see 
 Christ's service to be perfect freedom and life. No 
 one is free till the Son of God makes him free. 
 Then we cry, Abba ! Father ! Then we realize 
 something of the dignity and blessedness of life 
 eternal. See what the poor slave was willing to 
 undergo to gain eartJdy freedom. What are you 
 willing to undergo to gain heavenly freedom } Ah ! 
 
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 how the illusions of the world vanish in the time of 
 sickness, and still more so in the approach of 
 death. '* If God would only spare me," said the 
 dying young nobleman, whom Dr. Young described 
 under the title of " Lord Altamont," and whose 
 life had been one of sinful pleasure and irreligion, 
 ** I take heaven and earth to witness that I would 
 strive for holiness as I must soon struggle for life." 
 Yes, there is no heaven without holiness. The pure 
 in heart shall see God — implying that the impure 
 cannot. That glorious vision, the thought of which 
 elevated Job above all his sufferings and losses, 
 can only be enjoyed by those spiritually meet for 
 it. Nor rites, nor ceremonies, nor creeds, nor 
 forms of worship, however good, can avail for that 
 blessed destiny. Those " before the throne " sing, 
 " Unto Him that loved us, and washed us from 
 our sins in His own blood, and hath made us kings 
 and priests unto God and His Father ; to Him be 
 glory and dominion for ever and ever." " Strive 
 (the word is agonize) to enter in at the strait gate." 
 The poor slave strove for liberty and gained it. 
 How should w^e strive to gain eternal life! 
 
 We have seen with what joy and gratitude the 
 escaped slave cast himself upon freedom's shore. 
 Is not this a picture of the joy and gratitude of 
 the soul when first it realizes freedom and life in 
 Christ .■* But what is that, though infinitely sur- 
 passing all the joys of earth, to the rapturous 
 delight of the redeemed spirit, when, all life's 
 perils and pains past, it finds itself safe, for ever, 
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 found that all there was not just what he had 
 supposed he should meet with. On the contrary; 
 he met with much that disappointed and troubled 
 him. He had to encounter prejudice and opposi- 
 tion in quarters where he had least expected them. 
 There is no lot in life without cares and anxieties; 
 but when God would train a man for some great 
 and important work, He generally places him in 
 the school of severe trial. It is there He educates 
 him, and disappointment and failure of hopes are 
 part of the divinely chosen means by which the 
 education is accomplished. Many years after, when 
 Mr. Henson was asked by the Archbishop of 
 Canterbury at what college he had graduated, the 
 ansv/er was, " At the College of Adversity." Let 
 all young Christians expect to pass through some 
 such trials, and then when they arise they will not 
 think that " some strange thing has happened unto 
 them." Even the youngest will soon find that 
 spiritual life here is a warfare. They will soon 
 find cause for vexation. They will meet not only 
 with cold looks and unsympathizing words and 
 acts, from professing Christians, but with envy, 
 jealousy, evil-speaking, uncharitable judgments, 
 worldliness, heartless indiff"erence, sect animosities, 
 and many other things startling and painful. When 
 they try to do good they will probably be mis- 
 understood and misrepresented — their motives not 
 only questioned, but evil motives attributed to 
 them. Satan will oppose them in every possible 
 way. He will tempt both from within and without. 
 
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 He will stir up whatever evil is in the heart ; he 
 will excite and inflame every passion that is not 
 fully sanctified ; he will lay snares for the feet, and 
 seek to entrap into some sin ; he will perplex and 
 distract the soul with doubts and difficulties. Even 
 God's providence may appear estranged. " All 
 these things are against me." But did Henson 
 wish to return to the land of bondage ? No ; he 
 felt the preciousness of liberty and the hope of its 
 calling, and he resolved to press on in the path 
 God had so mercifully opened to him. 
 
 And mark the end. See how grandly, under all 
 trials and disappointments, he grew up to an 
 intelligent and spiritual manhood, which has 
 placed him in a high position amongst his race, 
 and made his name famous in this country, as well 
 as in the land of his adoption. Go on then, young 
 Christian, in the way of the Lord, and look not 
 back. For what is behind you but bondage and 
 death, out of which God has deliv^ered you ? and 
 what is before you but a glorious manhood, to be 
 strengthened and chastened, purified and made 
 beautiful, by trial } One Friend you have who 
 will " stick closer than a brother " — the Friend 
 who "will never leave you nor forsake you." Re- 
 member, God never forsakes a soul till that soul has 
 forsaken Him. Therefore go on, and the way will 
 become easier and more delightful as you advance, 
 even should outward trials increase. It was so 
 with Paul. He gloried in his trials, because through 
 them he knew more of the power and love of the 
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 and to perfect that manhood God will not spare us 
 any pain or loss He may see necessary to appoint. 
 
 Don't look for a perfect church on earth. How 
 can it be perfect when it consists of imperfect 
 members ? If you are shocked by the inconsist- 
 encies of professors keep all the closer to the Bible, 
 and especially to the Gospel records, where you 
 will see the perfect life, after which our life is to be 
 modelled. Avoid the habit of censorious judg- 
 ments. Let the knowledge of your own weakness 
 and sins make you patient, merciful, and forgiving ; 
 and never give up hope as to the salvation of 
 any one. The grace that changes and sanctifies 
 one soul can do the same for any soul. Pray 
 rather than find fault, and try by gentleness and 
 self-denying love to make the world better than 
 you found it. Then shall you be numbered with 
 God's " kings and prie? ts " to all eternity. 
 
 Henson's account of the way in which he learned 
 to read, soon after his arrival in Canada, affords 
 another instance of his wondrous power of over- 
 coming difficulties. By the kindness of a Mr. 
 Hubbard, who gave him employment, his eldest 
 son Tom was sent to school ; and being a smart 
 lad, he soon learned to read fluently and well. One 
 Sunday morning, while reading to his father the 
 103rd Psalm, the latter became deeply affected, and 
 the son seeing his emotion, asked who David was. 
 This he could not answer, having never heard ; 
 and at last, after various fruitless attempts to con- 
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 never been taught to read. The confession of such 
 abject ignorance to his own son deeply pained him 
 at the time, but it was followed by good, for the 
 lad at once offered to teach his father, and com- 
 menced immediately. Picture to yourselves, dear 
 young friends, this scene. It is night, and the father 
 and son, having finished the labours of the day, be- 
 take themselves to labour more trying to both than 
 the toil in the fields. The only light burning in the 
 poor cabin is a blazing pine-knot or some hickory 
 bark, for this was all they could afford. The lad 
 is making letters in the ashes with a stick, and the 
 father is endeavouring to learn them, but is making 
 sorry work of it. " Can you read ? " said a judge to 
 an Irish witness. " No, my lord," was the reply. 
 " Do you know the letters of the alphabet ? " asked 
 the judge. ''Well, my lord, I know them by eye- 
 sight, when I see them, but for the life of me I 
 can't remember what they call them. I always 
 was very bad at names entirely." Poor Henson 
 was like the Irishman, he couldn't recollect the 
 names. "What letter is that, father.?" "That, 
 why that's an * I.' " " An ' I ! ' oh dear, I have told 
 you twenty times that's a ' Q.' What shall I do to 
 get you to learn correctly, father ^" And the lad 
 would whine over the father's dumess, and in the 
 end fall fast asleep. After a few weeks' application 
 he could repeat the letters in alphabetical order ; 
 but the *' dodging " system adopted by Tom to 
 test him, tried him dreadfully, and extorted many 
 a mournful complaint from father and son. What 
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 AFTER the lapse of a few years, during which 
 time Mr. Henson had been making steady pro- 
 gress intellectually and spiritually, he succeeded in 
 forming a settlement of coloured people at the head 
 of Lake Erie. But having tasted the sweets of liberty, 
 his heart yearned after his poor brethren in captivity, 
 and he longed to aid some of them to escape. So 
 strong was this desire that he actually made two 
 journeys into the States, and notwithstanding perils 
 and difficulties that might have appalled the stoutest 
 heart, he succeeded in conducting a considerable 
 number to Canada. The account is so interesting 
 we will give it in Mr. Henson's own words. 
 
 "I was once attending a very large meeting at 
 Fort Erie, at which a great many coloured people 
 were present. In the course of my preaching, I 
 tried to impress upon them the importance of the 
 obligations they were under ; first, to God, for 
 their deliverance ; and then, secondly, to their 
 fellow-men, to do all that was in their power to 
 bring others out of bondage. In the congregation 
 was a man named James Lightfoot, who was of 
 a very active temperament, and had obtained his 
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 left behind, until the time he heard me speaking, 
 although he himself had been free for some five 
 years. However, that day the cause was brought 
 home to his heart. When the service was con- 
 cluded, he begged to have an interview with me, 
 to which I gladly acceded, and an arrangement 
 was made for further conversation on the same 
 subject one week from that time. He then in- 
 formed me where he came from, also to whom he 
 belonged, and that he had left behind a dear 
 father and mother, three sisters and four brothers ; 
 and that they lived on the Ohio River, not far from 
 the city of Maysville. He said that he never saw 
 his duty towards them to be so clear and unmistak- 
 able as he did at that time, and professed himself 
 ready to co-operate in any measures that might be 
 devised for their release. During the short period 
 of his freedom he had accumulated some little 
 property, the whole of which, he stated, he would 
 cheerfully devote to carrying out those measures ; 
 for he had no rest, night nor day, since the meet- 
 ing above mentioned. 
 
 " I was not able at that time to propose what was 
 best to be done, and thus we parted ; but in a few 
 days he came to see me again on the same errand. 
 Seeing the agony of his heart in behalf of his 
 kindred, I consented to commence the painful and 
 dangerous task of endeavouring to free those whom 
 he so much loved.. I left my own family in the 
 hands of no other save God, and commenced the 
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 hundred miles. But the Lord furnished me with 
 strength sufficient for the undertaking. I passed 
 through the States of New. York, Pennsylvania, 
 and Ohio — free States, so called — crossed the Ohio 
 River into Kentucky, and ultimately found his 
 friends in the place he had described. 
 
 " I was an entire stranger to them, but I took with 
 me a small token of their brother who was gone, 
 which they at once recognized ; and this was to let 
 them know that he had gone to Canada, the land 
 of freedom, and had now sent a friend to assist 
 them in making their escape. This created no 
 little excitement. But his parents had become so 
 far advanced in years that they could not under- 
 take the fatigue ; his sisters had a number of 
 children, and they could not travel ; his four 
 brothers and a nephew were young men, and 
 sufficiently able for the journey, but the thought of 
 leaving their father, and mother, and sisters, was 
 too painful ; and they also considered it unsafe to 
 make the attempt then, for fear that the excite- 
 ment and grief of their friends might betray them : 
 so they declined going at that time, but promised 
 that they would go in a year if I would return for 
 them. 
 
 " To this I assented, and then went between forty 
 and fifty miles into the interior of Kentucky, having 
 heard that there was a large party ready to attempt 
 their escape if they had a leader to direct their 
 movements. I travelled by night, resting by day, 
 and at length reached Bourbon county, the place 
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 making arrangements, and other matters, I found 
 that there were about thirty collected from different 
 States, who were disposed to make the attempt. 
 At length, on a Saturday night, we started. The 
 agony of parting can be better conceived than 
 described ; as, in their case, husbands were leaving 
 their wives, mothers their children, and children 
 their parents. This, at first sight, will appear 
 strange, and even incredible ; but, when we take 
 into consideration the fact, that at any time they 
 were liable to be separated, by being sold to what 
 are termed ' nigger traders,' and the probability 
 that such an event would take place, it will, I 
 think, cease to excite any surprise. 
 
 " We succeeded in crossing the Ohio River in 
 safety, and arrived in Cincinnati the third night 
 after our departure. Here we procured assistance ; 
 and, after stopping a short time to rest, we started 
 for Richmond, Indiana. This is a town which had 
 been settled by Quakers, and there we found 
 friends indeed, who at once helped us on our way, 
 without loss of time ; and after a difficult journey 
 of two weeks, through the wilderness, we reached 
 Toledo, Ohio, a town on the south-western shore 
 of Lake Erie, and there we took passage for 
 Canada, which we reached in safety. I then went 
 home to my family, taking with me a part of this 
 large party, the rest finding their friends scattered 
 in other towns, perfectly satisfied with my conduct 
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 " I remained at home, working on my farm, until 
 the next autumn, about the time I had promised 
 to assist in the restoring to liberty the friends of 
 James Lightfoot, the individual who had excited 
 my sympathy at the meeting at Fort Erie. In 
 pursuance of this promise, I again started on my 
 long journey into Kentucky. 
 
 " On my way, that strange occurrence happened, 
 called the great meteoric shower. The heavens 
 seemed broken up into streaks of light and falling 
 stars. I reached Lancaster, Ohio, at three o'clock 
 in the morning, found the village aroused, the bells 
 ringing, and the people exclaiming, ' The day of 
 judgment is come ! ' I thought it was probably 
 so ; but felt that I was in the right business, and 
 walked on through the village, leaving the terrified 
 people behind. The stars continued to fall till the 
 light of the sun appeared. 
 
 " On arriving at Portsmouth, in the State of Ohio, 
 I had a very narrow escape of being detected. 
 The place was frequented by a number of Ken- 
 tuckians, who were quite ready to suspect a 
 coloured man, if they saw anything unusual about 
 him. I reached Portsmouth in the morning, and 
 waited until two in the afternoon for the steam- 
 boat, so that I might not arrive in Maysville till 
 after dark. While in the town I was obliged to 
 resort to a stratagem, in order to avoid being 
 questioned by the Kentuckians I saw in the place. 
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 reaching nearly to my eyes, and pretcndea to be 
 so seriously afifectcd in my head and teeth as not 
 to be able to speak. I then hung around the 
 village till the time for the evening boat, so as to 
 arrive at Maysviile in " the night. I was accosted 
 by several during my short stay in Portsmouth, 
 who appeared very anxious to get some particulars 
 from me as to who I was, where I was going, and 
 to whom I belonged. To all their numerous in- 
 quiries I merely shook my head, mumbled out 
 indistinct answers, and acted so tha.t they could 
 not get anything out of me ; and, by this artifice, 
 I succeeded in avoiding any unpleasant conse- 
 quences. I got on board the boat and reached 
 Maysviile, Kentucky, in the evening, about a fort- 
 night from the time I had left Canada. 
 
 " On landing, a wonderful providence happened 
 to me. The second person I met in the street was 
 Jefferson Lightfoot, brother of the James Light- 
 foot previously mentioned, and one of the party 
 who had promised to escape if I would assist them. 
 He stated that they were still determined to make 
 the attempt, decided to put it into execution the 
 following Saturday night, and preparations for the 
 journey were at once commenced. The reason 
 why Saturday night was chosen on this and the 
 previous occasion was, that from not having to 
 labour the next day, and being allowed to visit 
 their families, they would not be missed until the 
 time came for their usual appearance in the field, 
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 " From fear of beings detected, they started off 
 without bidding their father or mother farewell, 
 and then, in order to prevent the bloodhounds 
 from following on our trail, we seized a skiff, a 
 little below the city, and made our way down the 
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 " T T was sixty-five miles from Maysville to Cin- 
 X cinnati, and we thought we could reach that 
 city before daylight, and then take the stage for San- 
 dusky. Our boat sprung a leak before we had got 
 half way, and we narrowly escaped being drowned ; 
 providentially, however, we got to the shore before 
 the boat sunk. We then took another boat, but 
 this detention prevented us from arriving at Cin- 
 cinnati in time for the stage. Day broke upon us 
 when we were about ten miles above the city, and 
 we were compelled to leave our boat from fear of 
 being apprehended. This was an anxious time. 
 However, we had got so far away that we knew there 
 was no danger of being discovered by the hounds, 
 and we thought we v/ould go on foot. When we 
 got vvithin seven miles of Cincinnati, we came to 
 the Miami River, and we could not reach the city 
 without crossing it. 
 
 " This was a great barrier to us, for the water 
 appeared to be deep, and we were afraid to ask the 
 loan of a boat, being apprehensive it might lead to 
 our detection. We went first up and then down 
 the river, trying to find a convenient crossing-place, 
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 US go up the river and try again.' We started, and 
 after going about a mile we saw a cow coming out 
 of a wood, and going to the river as though she 
 intended to drink. Then said I, ' Boys, let us go 
 and see what the cow is about, it may be that she 
 will tell us some news.' I said this in order to 
 cheer them up. One of them replied, in rather a 
 peevish way, ' Oh, that cow can't talk ; ' but I 
 again urged them to come on. The cow remained 
 until we approached her within a rod or two ; she 
 then walked into the river, and went straight across 
 without swimming, which caused me to remark, 
 * The Lord sent that cow to show us where to cross 
 the river ! ' This has always seemed to me to be a 
 very wonderful event. 
 
 " Having urged our way with considerable haste, 
 we were literally saturated with perspiration, 
 though it was snowing at the time, and my com- 
 panions thought that it would be highly dangerous 
 for us to proceed through the water, especially as 
 there was a large quantity of ice in the river ; but 
 as it was a question of life or death with us, there 
 was no time left for reasoning ; I therefore ad- 
 vanced — they reluctantly following. The youngest 
 of the Lightfoots, ere we reached halfway over the 
 river, was seized with violent contraction of the 
 limbs, which prevented further self-exertion on his 
 part ; he was, therefore, carried the remainder of 
 the distance. After resorting to continued friction, 
 he partially recovered, and we proceeded on our 
 journey. 
 
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 morning, too late for the stage that day; but 
 having found some friends, we hid ourselves until 
 Monday evening, when we recommenced our long 
 and toilsome journey, through mud, rain, and snow, 
 towards Canada. We had increased our distance 
 about one hundred miles, by going out of our road 
 to get among the Quakers. During our passage 
 through the woods, the boy before referred to was 
 taken alarmingly ill, and we were compelled to 
 proceed with him on our backs ; but finding this 
 mode of conveying him exceedingly irksome, we 
 constructed a kind of litter with our shirts and 
 handkerchiefs laid across poles. By this time we 
 got into the State of Indiana, so that we could 
 travel by day as long as we kept to the woods. 
 Our patient continued to get worse, and it ap- 
 peared, both to himself and to us, that death would 
 soon release him from his sufferings. He therefore 
 begged to be left in some secluded spot, to die 
 alone, as he feared that the delay occasioned by 
 his having to be carried through the bush, might 
 lead to the capture of the whole company. With 
 very considerable reluctance we acceded to his 
 request, and laid him in a sheltered place, with 
 a full expectation that death would soon put an 
 end to his sufTerings. The poor fellow expressed 
 his readiness to meet the last struggle in hope of 
 eternal life. Sad, indeed, was the parting ; and 
 it was with difficulty we tore ourselves away. 
 
 '•We had not, however, proceeded more than 
 two miles on our journey, when one of the brothers 
 of the dying man made a sudden stop, and ex- 
 
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 pressed his inability to proceed whilst he had the 
 consciousness that he had left his brother to 
 perish, in all probability, a prey to the devouring 
 wolves. His grief was so great that we deter- 
 mined to return, and at length reached the spot, 
 where we found the poor fellow apparently dying, 
 moaning out with every breath a prayer to heaven. 
 Words cannot describe the joyousness experienced 
 by the Lightfoots when they saw their poor 
 afflicted brother once more ; they literally danced 
 for joy. We at once prepared to resume our 
 journey as we best could, and once more pene- 
 trated the bush. After making some progress, 
 we saw, at a little distance on the road, a waggon 
 approaching, and I immediately determined to 
 ascertain whether some assistance could not be 
 obtained. 
 
 ** I at length circumvented the road, so as to 
 make it appear that I had been journeying in an 
 opposite direction to that which the waggon was 
 taking. When I came up with the driver, I bade 
 him good day. He said, 'Where is thee going .'' * 
 • To Canada.' I saw his coat, heard his t/iee and 
 t/iou, and set him down for a Quaker. I therefore 
 plainly told him our circumstances. He at once 
 stopped his horses, and expressed his willingness 
 to assist us. I returned to the place where my 
 companions were in waiting for me, and soon had 
 them in the presence of the Quaker. Immediately 
 on viewing the sufferer he was moved to tears, and 
 without delay turned his horses' heads, to proceed 
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 produce for sale. The reception we met with 
 from the Quaker's family overjoyed our hearts, 
 and the transports with which the poor men 
 looked upon their brother, now so favourably cir- 
 cumstanced, cannot be described. 
 
 "We remained w'th this happy family for the 
 night, and received from them every kindness. It 
 was arranged that the boy should remain behind, 
 until, through the blessing of God, he should 
 recover. We were kindly provided by them with 
 a sack of biscuit and a joint of meat, and once 
 more set our faces in the direction of Lake Erie. 
 
 " After proceeding some distance on our road, we 
 perceived a white man approaching, but as he was 
 travelling alone, and on foot, we were not alarmed 
 at his presence. It turned out that he had been 
 residing for some time in the South, and although 
 a free white man, his employers had attempted to 
 castigate him ; in return for which he had used 
 violence, which made it necessary that he should 
 at once escape. We travelled in company, and 
 found that his presence was of signal service to us 
 in delivering us out of the hands of the slave- 
 hunters who were now on our track, and eagerly 
 grasping after their prey. We had resolved on 
 reaching the lake, a distance of forty miles, by the 
 following morning ; we therefore walked all night. 
 
 "Just as the day was breaking, we reached a 
 wayside tavern, immediately contiguous to the 
 lake, and our white companion having knocked up 
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 our breakfast was in course of preparation, we 
 dozed off into slumber, wearied with our long- 
 continued exertion. 
 
 "Just as our breakfast was ready, whilst half- 
 asleep and naif-awake, an impression came forcibly 
 upon me that danger was nigh, and that I must at 
 once leave the house. I immediately urged my 
 companions to follow me out, which they were 
 exceedingly unwilling to do ; but as they had 
 promised me submission, they at length yielded to 
 my request. We retired to the yard at the side of 
 the house, and commenced washing ourselves with 
 the snow, which was now up to our knees. Pre- 
 sently we heard the tramping of horses, and were 
 at once warned of the necessity of secreting our- 
 selves. We crept beneath a pile of bushes, close 
 at hand, which permitted a full view of the road. 
 The horsemen came to a dead stop at the door of 
 the house, and commenced their inquiries ; my 
 companions at once recognized the parties on 
 horseback, and whispered their names to me. 
 This was a critical moment, and the loud beatings 
 of their hearts testijfied the dreadful alarm with 
 which they viewed the scene. Had we been 
 within doors, we should have been inevitably 
 sacrificed. Our white friend proceeded to the 
 door in advance of the landlord, and maintained 
 his position. He was at once interrogated by the 
 slave-hunters whether he had seen any negroes 
 pass that way. He said, yes, he thought he had. 
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 direction of Detroit ; and that they might be some 
 few miles on the road. They at once reined 
 their horses, which were greatly fatigued, through 
 having been ridden all night, and were soon out of 
 sight. We at length ventured into the house, and 
 devoured breakfast in an incredibly short space of 
 time. After what had transpired, the landlord 
 became acquainted with our circumstances, and at 
 once offered to sail us in his boat across to Canada. 
 We were happy enough to have such an offer, and 
 soon the white sail of our little bark was laying 
 to the wind, and we were gliding along on our 
 way, with the land of liberty in full view. Words 
 cannot describe the feelings experienced by my 
 companions as they neared the shore — their bosoms 
 were swelling with inexpressible joy as they 
 mounted the seats of the boat, ready, eagerly, to 
 spring forward, that they might touch the soil of 
 the freeman. And when they reached the shore, 
 they danced and wept for joy, andi:issed the earth 
 on which they first stepped, no longer the SLAVE 
 — but the FREE. 
 
 " After the lapse of a few months, on one joyous 
 Sabbath morning, I had the happiness of clasping 
 the poor boy we had left in the kind care of the 
 Quaker, no longer attenuated in frame, but robust 
 and healthy, and surrounded by his family. Thus 
 .r V ^"as consummated, and superadded were 
 L.':: b-.ssings of those who were ready to perish, 
 wliica ,'dme upon me. It is one of the greatest 
 sources of my happiness to know, that by similar 
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 mental in delivering one hundred and eighteen 
 human beings out of the cruel ard merciless grasp 
 of the slave-holder." 
 
 We have no doubt some of our young readers 
 will feel shocked at the use of deception, and what 
 appears even to have been falsehood, on the part 
 of Mr. Henson and others as described in the fore- 
 going narrative. And we earnestly hope they ever 
 may feel shocked at, and ever abhor all trickery 
 and false-dealing both in word and deed. No one 
 would more warmly condemn everything of the 
 kind than Mr. Henson himself, and often have we 
 heard him deplore such practices and denounce 
 them as some of the worst fruits of the accursed 
 system of slavery. Let it be remembered he was 
 placed in very peculiar circumstances. He had 
 perilled his own liberty and life to rescue his fellow- 
 creatures from bondage, and though that bondage 
 had the sanction of human law, he knew it was a 
 robbery of man's best rights and a crime. Let us 
 all pray, " Lead us not into temptation ; " and 
 whatever life's difficulties or perils may be, let it 
 never be forgotten that in the end no good can 
 come of any course but that which is honest and 
 truthful. We hold Mr. Henson up as an example 
 only in that which xs goody and if our young readers 
 feel that they must condemn him in any of those 
 things referred to, let them do so by all means, 
 and at the same time ask God to forgive him, and 
 to forgive and save themselves, and let them care- 
 fully imitate him in all those points of character in 
 which they feel he is to be honoured and loved. 
 
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 having been the means of rescuing poor slaves 
 from bondage, and leading them into the land of 
 liberty, how much more may they rejoice who have 
 been, by God's blessing, the means of rescuing 
 poor sinners from the wretched captivity of sin and 
 Satan, and leading them " into the glorious liberty 
 of the sons of God" ! In the one case the deliver- 
 ance was from bodily bondage and temporal misery. 
 In the other, from spiritual bondage and eternal 
 misery. In the one case, the land of liberty, like 
 all on earth, is a land where the cup of life is mixed 
 with sorrow, pain, and death. In the other, the 
 liberty enjoyed leads to perfect blessedness and 
 immortal life. The time will come when to have 
 been the instrument of the salvation of one soul 
 will bring greater happiness and glory than eye 
 hath ever seen, or ear heard, or heart of man con- 
 ceived. In that day the glory of the world will 
 vanish for ever, and the glory of being like Christ, 
 and having suftered and laboured for Christ, will 
 be all in all. " They that be wise shall shine as 
 the brightness of the firmament ; and they who 
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 and ever." If Mr. Henson, having realized the 
 blessedness of freedom, was so concerned for his 
 poor brethren in captivity, and made such sacrifices 
 and endured such hardships to deliver them — 
 ought not those "who have tasted that the Lord 
 is gracious," and experienced the blessedness of His 
 salvation, to desire, pray, and work to bring others 
 into the possession of similar mercies ? No true 
 Christian will be content to go to heaven alone ; he 
 will, compelled by love to Christ and souls, en- 
 deavour to bring all he can influence with him 
 Nor does our gracious Master reward according to 
 the results of labour. Christ's rewards are addressed 
 to the heart. "It was well it was in thine heart," 
 was the word to David, though he was not allowed 
 to carry out his desire and purpose. How en- 
 couraging to all the Lord's servants ! Remember 
 this, dear young friends, when Sunday-school teach- 
 ing, or tract distributing, or any other kind of 
 Christian work grows wearisome, and seems fruit- 
 less. In 1842 Mr. Henson and his family finally 
 settled in the town of DAWN — a good name, for 
 it was indeed the dawn of better days for the 
 coloured race. Here schools were built, mills 
 erected, and other noble enterprises engaged in for 
 the temporal and spiritual welfare of the negro 
 population. Of course, as is the case in all attempts 
 to do good in this world, many difficulties, and 
 even opposition, had to be encountered. But Mr. 
 Henson is not the man to give way to depression 
 or to be frightened at the cry of *'a lion in the 
 way ! " He had seen too much of God's good 
 
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 Providence to despond or despair. He knew he 
 was working zuii/i the Divine will, or rather that he 
 was its instrument, and though poor and weak and 
 despised, he put his faith in Heaven, and gained 
 the victory. It is painful and humiliating to hear, 
 as the writer often has heard, from Mr. Henson 
 himself, of the prejudices still existing against the 
 negro race in Canada. One can understand the 
 old feeling still lingering in the United States. 
 Doubtless the former master finds it hard to accept 
 the " nigger " — so lately the slave — as his equal, or 
 as having a right to all the privileges of the white 
 man, though it is the first principle of the Con- 
 stitution of the United States that all men are free 
 and equal before God. Slave-holders got over 
 this by denying the negro's humanity — speaking 
 of him and acting towards him as if he were a mere 
 brute — though even then he deserved better treat- 
 ment than he often received. But when we hear 
 that in a part of our beloved Queen's dominions, 
 under the British flag, coloured people are not 
 allowed to go into hotels, or steamboats, or rail- 
 way carriages where white men are, nor even enter 
 churches, and that the children are not allowed to 
 attend schools with white children — our indignation 
 rises against such injustice and cruelty. Only think 
 of Mr. Henson, who has been welcomed to the 
 homes of England's noblest sons, refused a place at 
 a common hotel dinner-table, or in a street omnibus. 
 Yet this is the case. In the First Great Exhi- 
 bition of the Industry of All Nations, originated by 
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 negro might have been seen amongst the exhibitors. 
 His only property was a few specimens of black 
 walnut boards of the finest quality, and beautifully 
 polished. Much attention was drawn to the ex- 
 hibitor and his goods by the following words which 
 appeared painted in large ivhite letters on the tops 
 of his boards : " This is the Product of the Industry 
 of a Fugitive Slave from the United States, whose 
 residence is Dawn, Canada." The exhibitor was 
 Mr. Henson, and the walnut boards came from 
 his Manual Labour School. The Queen con- 
 descended to notice the negro and his work, 
 and he heard her ask, " Is he indeed a fugitive 
 slave.?" Within the last few weeks her Majesty 
 has been graciously pleased to accept a copy 
 of '"The Story of Uncle Tom's Life," saying that 
 she did so with much interest, being well ac- 
 quainted with his history from Mrs. Harriet Beecher 
 Stowe's book.* Who could have imagined that the 
 history of that solitary negro would, by Mrs. Stowe's 
 great literary power, become the wedge which 
 should rend the huge fabric of American slavery to 
 pieces ! Mr. Henson made a second visit to Eng- 
 land before the Exhibition closed. He had the 
 honour to have his name enrolled amongst the 
 successful exhibitors, a bronze medal was awarded 
 him, and he also received a beautiful picture of the 
 Queen and Royal Family, of the size of life, all 
 
 * Since the above was written, Her Majesty has been graciously 
 pleased to grant Mr. Henson the honour of an interview at Wind- 
 sor Castle. We hope this fact will do much to put an end to 
 the foolish and disgraceful prejudice against the coloured people 
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 which he greatly prizes to this day. His history 
 having now become known, he became one of the 
 " Hons " of London. The first and best men in the 
 land hastened to show him honour. But " in all the 
 changes and chances of this mortal life," so mar- 
 vellous in his case, he never " forgot the rock from 
 which he was hewn, or the hole of the pit from 
 which he was digged." He bore " his blushing 
 honours " meekly, and gave God the praise. We 
 have never heard one word of boasting or self- 
 sufficiency from his lips. He knows too well that 
 he is ** the child of Providence," and grace has saved 
 him from pride and vainglory. The old saying 
 that " sorrow treads quickly on the heels of joy," 
 was painfully verified during his second visit to 
 London. On September 3rd, just as he had com- 
 pleted the narrative of his slave-life, he received a 
 letter from his family in Canada, stating that his 
 beloved wife, "Aunt Chloe," was near to death, 
 and that she earnestly desired to see him, if pos- 
 sible, before she left this world. This was a trying 
 moment. He was four thousand miles from home. 
 On the morning of the 4th, however, he was on his 
 way to Liverpool, and on the 20th arrived at home. 
 We can imagine his feelings as he approached the 
 door. He knew not whether she still lived. For 
 forty years she had been a kind, affectionate, 
 dutiful wife, and had faithfully striven to bring 
 their children up in the fear and admonition of 
 the Lord. All that long, wearisome, and perilous 
 journey, when they fled together from slavery, 
 rose before him ; and now where was she, the 
 devoted partner of his sorrows and joys } But 
 
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 God had mercifully prolonged her life, and once 
 more they met on earth. She was perfectly calm 
 and resi'f^ned to the will of God. After a few weeks, 
 during which she was quite conscious, she sweetly 
 fell asleep. Before she died she blessed her hus- 
 band and children, commending them to the care 
 of Him who had sustained them in so many trials, 
 and whose love they had proved to be unchaniTJng 
 and everlasting. Thus dear old " Aunt Chloc," so 
 simple, hearty, and good, one of the best characters 
 in Mrs. Stowe's book, passed away to the rest 
 which remains for the people of God. 
 
 Mr. Henson had set his heart on making a pur- 
 chase, and perhaps our young readers will wonder 
 what it was he wanted to buy — a new house ? 
 another field ? stock ? No, it was only /its brother ! 
 He had tried to induce him to run away, but 
 slavery had so eaten into his manhood that he 
 seemed to have lost all desire for freedom. So he 
 had to be bought out ! The price was about ;^i 10. 
 Mr. Henson obtained this amount by selling his 
 "Autobiography." He took a package of the 
 books on his back and travelled the New England 
 States, and so raised the money. But just think of 
 a man being compelled to take such labour to find 
 money to buy his own brother ! 
 
 Mr. Henson had always great reverence for the 
 house of God, even though it were no better than a 
 cabin. We have heard him tell how, when his shoes 
 were so bad that they could only be kept together 
 by strings, and he had to walk miles to hold a 
 meeting, he would carry them in his hand to pre- 
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 he drew near to the meeting-house would sit down 
 on the road, and, taking them out of the piece of 
 old rag with which he had covered them up, 
 would put them on as best he could, so that he 
 might make a " respectable appearance " in the 
 house of the Lord. 
 
 Some of the negro sermons are very amusing. 
 They deal largely in imagery, and many of their 
 figures are laughably absurd. Everything is 
 measured and judged by material ideas — a mode 
 of thinking common in the infancy of all races. 
 On one occasion a preacher of this type was 
 forcibly enlarging on the size of the devil. He 
 evidently thought to impress and awe the minds 
 of his hearers into watchfulness against the great 
 adversary by an exaggerated picture of his bulk. 
 Accordingly he first described Satan to be as 
 big as an ox ; but rising in his conceptions, he 
 described him to be as big as an elephant. 
 Whereupon a hearer, of a somewhat sceptical 
 turn of mind, began to laugh. This offended the 
 preacher, and he roared out, "What's dat yer 
 nigger a-sniggerin bout } " " I was jist a thinkin," 
 said the other, "what a size some of dem folks 
 must ha been you wus a readin of, dat had 
 a lot of dem in em." Mr. Henson's superiority 
 of mind and character is strikingly manifested 
 in his sermons, and thousands in this country 
 who have heard him preach can testify to the 
 sound sense and good taste which mark his dis- 
 courses. His native humour will sometimes flow 
 forth, but it is always regulated by a just regard 
 to the sanctity of worship. 
 
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 OF all his characteristics, none distinguishes 
 Mr. Henson more than that which English 
 boys and men so universally admire, pluck or 
 courage. His whole life is a proof of this, but we 
 will mention one incident. He had leased a plot 
 of land on the school farm, and had ploughed it 
 for several years. But his right was disputed, and 
 the person who opposed him placed his son on the 
 spot as master of the situation. We will give what 
 follows in Mr. Henson's own words. 
 
 " When this young gentleman heard that my 
 men were ploughing the ground, he sent word to 
 them * to be off his premises.' I said to my men, 
 
 * Go to your ploughing to-morrow morning, and I 
 will be there to sustain you.' 
 
 "The next morning my men began their work. 
 Soon the young gentleman appeared on the spot 
 with several of his men. He commanded mine 
 
 * to leave at once.' I was at hand, and said, ' I 
 leased this land from your father, and as long as 
 he retains the possession of the whole farm I 
 have a legal right to work this plot, and I shall 
 defend that right' 
 
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 fighting man ?' 
 
 " I replied, 'When it is necessary I can fight, as 
 I have done for Canada when she was in trouble. 
 I intend to respect the rights of others, and they 
 must respect mine.' He soon became angry ; first 
 came words, then blows. I could not prevent him 
 from bruising his head several times against my 
 heavy walking-stick, which I held before me to 
 ward off the blows he attempted to level at me. 
 When he was tired of that kind of play, he went 
 off muttering a threat, ' that he would have a writ 
 served upon me immediately.' I at once had my 
 fastest horse harnessed to my waggon, and rode off 
 to the nearest magistrate accompanied by a con- 
 stable. The magistrate readily gave me a writ for 
 the young gentleman. When we were returning 
 we met him within a mile from the railroad-station. 
 He had intended to go and see his father, and then 
 have a summons out for me. The constable 
 alighted, touched him on the shoulder, and said, 
 * You are my prisoner, in the name of the Queen, 
 for assault and battery on Josiah Henson on his 
 own premises.' 
 
 " He was crestfallen and very angry, especially 
 when he was obliged to walk between ten and 
 fifteen miles to Dresden to the court to have his 
 trial. His lawyer removed the trial from one 
 court to another, till at London, Canada, he was 
 compelled to pay costs and a bonus to end the 
 suit. He gave me no further trouble, for he per- 
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 common laws of the country. This incident shows 
 how important it was for the coloured people to be 
 able to defend their natural and inalienable rights 
 after they became freemen and citizens of Canada." 
 On another occasion Mr. Henson had a narrow 
 escape from imprisonment in Kingston gaol. A 
 wretched fellow brought a charge against him of 
 having violated the Foreign Enlistment Act, which 
 does not allow any person to entice or persuade 
 another to enlist in the army. But the brave old 
 man had too much faith in the watchful care of his 
 Heavenly Father to be at all down-hearted or 
 frightened. He writes : " How I should get released 
 from the legal net that was spread over me I did 
 not know, but I trusted in God ; I knew He had 
 delivered me many, many times before from the 
 lions' den, and, like Daniel of olden times, I now put 
 my faith in Him. In my heart I cried out, ' O Lord, 
 deliver me ; but in prison, or under the free air of 
 heaven, I will praise Thy great and holy name.' " 
 God honoured the faith of His servant, and although 
 it was at the last hour, almost, help came. A 
 man presented himself who clearly proved the vile 
 character of Mr. Henson's accuser, and the magis- 
 trates pronounced an acquittal, with a high eulogium 
 on Mr. Henson's life. 
 
 " Difficulties try what men are," and Mr. Henson 
 has had his share of them. But his invariable 
 testimony is to the Fatherly care of God over His 
 servants, and to the moral and spiritual value of 
 life's trials when received and endured in relation 
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 culties arising out of his work at Dawn, principally 
 
 in connection with the Wilberforce University — an 
 
 institution which owes its existence to Mr. Henson — 
 
 obliged him to pay another visit to England — the 
 
 third, just closed. We need not enter into details 
 
 as to the object and character of that visit. Our 
 
 readers doubtless have heard or read something of 
 
 " Uncle Tom's " progress through the country, of 
 
 the meetings he has held, of the reception he has 
 
 met with, and of the success of the efifort to raise 
 
 money enough to clear off all mortgages and debts 
 
 on the institution and work at Dawn. All has been 
 
 accomplished, and the old man's latter days have 
 
 been brightened and cheeredwith renewed assurances 
 
 of the respect and love of old friends, and by the 
 
 respect and love of thousands more. No man in 
 
 modern times has done so much for the African 
 
 race : first, by the publication of his slave-life ; and, 
 
 secondly, by his high character and unwearied 
 
 exertions on their behalf. By a kind Providence 
 
 he has found another partner, most suitable in 
 
 every respect to fill the place of dear old "Aunt 
 
 Chloe." Let all who have read our book, or heard 
 
 him speak, unite with us in wishing him and his a 
 
 rich continuance of Divine blessings for the rest of 
 
 their lives, and in the end " an abundant entrance 
 
 into the everlasting kingdom of our Lord and 
 
 Saviour Jesus Christ." And may this Story of his 
 
 Life animate all our young readers to choose the 
 
 better part. Such a life is a rebuke to the doubt 
 
 and unbelief so prevalent in our days, and for 
 
 which there is no foundation save human pride or 
 
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 ignorance of Divine truth. The religion whicl. has 
 raised the poor slave to such intelligence, manliness, 
 piety, self-denial, love, as seen ill Mr. Henson, must 
 be Divine. The religion which blessed and com- 
 forted fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, now in 
 heaven— hold fast to that religion, dear young 
 friends, and may the Good Spirit lead you into 
 the experience of its truth, and into the enjoyment 
 of its blessedness now and for ever ! 
 
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 "UNCLE TOM'S" VISIT TO THE KING 
 EDWARD INDUSTRIAL SCHOOLS AND 
 GIRL'S Ri:.Fnr:E. CAMBRIDGE HEATH. 
 
 THIS benevolent institution, although rarely 
 advertised is a pen/^eful scene of prayerful 
 and successful labour. The promoters of this 
 charitable enterprise have directed their attention 
 to a class of the community which is not inaptly 
 designated waifs and strays, and which demands 
 the attention and sympathy of Christian people 
 generally. 
 
 It is a significant fact that, in the two Homes, 
 there are at present two hundred girls, who have 
 been received principally from the City and Metro- 
 politan police-courts, and thus rescued from lives 
 of crime and misery. Here they are boarded, 
 clothed, educated, and trained for home duties, 
 thus fitting them for domestic service, and at the 
 age of sixteen are supplied with an outfit, and sent 
 to suitable situations. It is great cause of thank- 
 fulness to know that, of those thus trained in the 
 past, ninety per cent, or nearly so, have turned out 
 well. It will be no surprise to our readers that the 
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 keenest sympathy with the work and progress of 
 these homes. On being informed that " Uncle Tom " 
 and Mr. John Lobb, of the CJiristian Age, had been 
 invited to visit them and give addresses, his lord- 
 ship expressed a hope that they would do so, and 
 charged them with a message of kindness to one 
 out of the many children whom the Earl regards 
 with so great an interest — viz., " Tiny." 
 
 Sunday evening, March 4, 1877, was selected for 
 this pleasing visit, so that " Uncle Tom " might 
 address and interest the two hundred young people 
 on a subject which might be remembered through 
 life. On arriving, Mr. Lobb and Rev. Josiah Hen- 
 son ('* Uncle Tom ") were conducted by H. R. 
 Williams, Esq. (the Treasurer), through admirably- 
 arranged apartments for cooking, sleeping, playing, 
 and other purposes ; forming, in fact, a really model 
 home. Such has been the success vouchsafed to 
 this enterprise of love, that the premises are now 
 full and greatly need enlargement, the cost of 
 which would be no difficulty if the benevolent- 
 minded could but pass through these Samaritan 
 homes and feel the impressive eloquence of the 
 social picture before them. On entering the 
 spacious dining or lecture hall, about two hundred 
 cheerful little girls rose to their feet. J. H. Lloyd, 
 Esq., the Hon. Secretary, having conducted the 
 preliminary service, Mr. H. R. Williams introduced 
 " Uncle Tom," who was deeply moved at the 
 touching sight, and assured the teachers and com- 
 mittee how fully he sympathized with the little 
 ones, and hoped that their future, so fraught with 
 
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 danger and trial, might, by God's blessing upon 
 the kind Christian instruction given to them, be 
 attended with the happiest results, both to them- 
 selves and others. In simple strains he recited his 
 experience, and kept wisely to the youthful period 
 of his life, which shared so largely of suffering and 
 sorrow. The little auditors were keenly interested 
 with " Uncle Tom's " story of his being torn away 
 from his mother, and how he was put up on a block, 
 and sold to cruel masters. Heartily did he praise 
 British philanthropy, which had rested not until 
 slavery was abolished and freedom reigned. The 
 founders of these homes were encouraged to per- 
 severe in their Christ-like enterprise of rescuing 
 from perishing these helpless ones. On being in- 
 formed that one among the children was d/tftd^ 
 " Uncle Tom " called her to him, and, patting her 
 on the head, said to her, " You can't see me, my 
 dear, but perhaps you would Hke to hear me sing } " 
 To this she promptly answered, "Yes." He then 
 sang one of his favourite hymns — " Hold the Fort." 
 The interest was much increased by Mr. Williams 
 introducing Mr. Lobb, who, over twenty years ago, 
 had been a scholar in his school, and in whom Mr. 
 Williams had felt a great interest ever since. It 
 was, he said, very gratifying to him to see Mr. 
 Lobb occupying so honourable and important a 
 position as the manager of a Christian paper, which 
 circulated upwards of 70,000 weekly. He was 
 pleased to know, moreover, that with " Uncle Tom " 
 Mr. Lobb had travelled many hundreds of miles to 
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 places, before many thousands of people ; and, 
 finally, that both of them were on the morrow to be 
 introduced to her Majesty the Queen at Windsor. 
 
 Mr. Lobb most heartily reciprocated the kindly 
 feelings expressed, and was delighted to meet so 
 many bright-eyed and happy-hearted little ones. 
 It was a peculiar pleasure to him to meet with his 
 old superintendent, Mr. Williams, and alsr; with 
 one who was a fellow-scholar, Mr. Charles Mon- 
 tague, in the days so long gone by. He amused 
 the young folks by describing " Uncle Tom " when 
 he was a lad, and could only have his head 
 " combed " once a week, on Sunday mornings, by 
 his mother, who always found his hair " very 
 knotty ; " how young " Tom " was led to hear 
 Mr. McKenny preach, and how his young heart 
 was touched by the story that " Jesus died ioxhmi;'' 
 how he was led to love and serve Jesus, who had 
 been his guide and help for nearly eighty-eight 
 years. Afterwards Mr. Lobb and '' Uncle Tom " 
 were presented with " Tiny's " likeness, as a happy 
 souvenir of this most interesting visit. 
 
 Would that the wishes so warmly expressed on 
 the occasion might be speedily realized, and funds 
 placed in the hands of the Treasurer, Mr. H. R. 
 Williams, 3, Lime Street, E.G., for the enlargement 
 of this most excellent institution. 
 
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 TO HER MAJESTY THE QUEEN. 
 
 AS her Majesty's most gracious reception of Mr. 
 Henson and Mr. Lobb has excited much in- 
 terest tliroughout the country, and as incorrect ac- 
 counts have appeared, we give the following extract 
 from the Twies, for the accuracy of which we can 
 vouch. "On Monday, March the 5th, the Rev. Josiah 
 Henson, the hero of Mrs. Stowe's story of ' Uncle 
 Tom's Cabin,' left London on a visit to her Majesty 
 at Windsor Castle. Mr. Henson travelled by South- 
 western train to Windsor, accompanied by Mrs. 
 Henson, his second wife, and Mr. John Lobb, of 
 the CJiristian Age, the Editor of Uncle Tom's 
 Autobiography. The party reached the Castle at 
 one, and were received by Sir T. M. Biddulph, 
 K.C.B., who, after introducing them to Major-Gen. 
 H. Ponsonby, invited them to partake of luncheon. 
 At three her Majesty, accompanied by Prince 
 Leopold and Princess Beatrice, appeared in the 
 corridor leading to the Oak-room, attended by the 
 Hon. Horatia Stopford and the Countess of Erroll, 
 ladies-in-waiting. Mr. Henson was then presented 
 to her Majesty by Sir T. M. Biddulph. Her Ma- 
 jesty expressed pleasurable surprise at the coloured 
 clergyman's strikingly hale and hearty looks, con- 
 sidering his great age. He was born, it will be 
 remembered, on June 15, 1789. Her Majesty was 
 
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 also pleased to say that for many years she had 
 been well acquainted with his history, and presented 
 him with her photograph, signed ' Victoria Reg., 
 1877,' and mounted in a handsome ormolu frame. 
 Mr. Henson thanked her Majesty on his own behalf 
 for the great honour conferred upon himself, as 
 well as on behalf of his coloured brethren in 
 Canada and other portions of her Majesty's do- 
 minions — for her august protection when they were 
 poor fugitive slaves, and for the unspeakable bless- 
 ings they had at all times enjoyed under he rule. 
 Mr. John Lobb was then presented by Sir T. M. 
 Biddulph to her Majesty as the Editor of Mr. 
 Henson's Autobiography, a copy of which had 
 been graciously accepted by her Majesty, who was 
 pleased to say that she had read it with the deepest 
 interest. At her Majesty's gracious request the 
 autographs of the Rev. Josiah Henson, and Mr. 
 J. Lobb, with the date of the birth of each, were 
 then inscribed in her Majesty's private album. 
 Her Majesty had given special permission that all 
 the household should see Uncle Tom, and they 
 showed great interest in the veteran, many shaking 
 him heartily by the hand. Uncle Tom and his 
 friends were by the Queen's directions shown over 
 the Castle, and taken through the private afid state 
 apartments by Sir John Cowell, eventually quitting 
 the place at half-past four o'clock, highly pleased 
 with the royal reception. While descending the 
 Castle-hill, opposite the Albert Memorial Chapel, 
 Mr. Henson was met by the Hon. and Very Rev. 
 Gerald Wellesley, Dean of Windsor, and several 
 
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 gentlemen, with whom he entered into conversation, 
 and in reply to a remark he said that he would 
 soon be eighty-eight. Mr. Henson and his friends, 
 after leaving the Castle, visited Mr. F. G. Cayley, 
 in the High Street, Windsor. After tea, Mr. Henson 
 addressed the employes of Mr. Cayley, about sixty 
 in number, in touching terms. He appeared greatly 
 impressed with the kindness shown him by her 
 Majesty, and spoke of the good effect the royal 
 example would have in Canada." 
 
 By her Majesty's desire, Mr. Lobb has for- 
 warded to Windsor Castle carte- de-visite portraits 
 of Mr. and Mrs. Henson, which have since been 
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 The following article is from the Birmingham 
 Daily Mail of March 6, 1877, and is, we think, 
 worthy of preservation : — 
 
 " The hospitable doors of Windsor Castle have 
 been thrown open during its long history to dis- 
 tinguished men of all creeds, and colours, and 
 climes. Emperors and kings have banqueted 
 within its walls ; great warriors have received in its 
 saloons the congratulations and thanks of their 
 sovereign ; men of letters have there been honoured 
 with the 'homage which the most exalted rank pays 
 without loss of dignity to genius. Science and 
 literature, arms and arts, statecraft and divinity, 
 have been fHed in turns ; dusky potentates from 
 the far East, imperial rulers of a rival civilization, 
 ambassadors from the Court of Japan, and envoys 
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 by its long succession of illustrious tenants. The 
 records of the receptions given and the guests 
 greeted in its venerable and historic halls would 
 comprise much of the individual greatness of each 
 reign — the greatness of achievement and the great- 
 ness of accident. Even within the forty years 
 during which Queen Victoria has ruled over the 
 land, what a long list of eminent men and women 
 have been summoned to the Castle. Scarcely any 
 one who has achieved, in any walk of life, an 
 honourable fame, has been passed ov^r by a 
 monarch who is as anxious to recognize eminence 
 and talent and enterprise as she is to maintaii'' with 
 a grace all her own the hospitable character of her 
 royal abode. People who have gone through grave 
 peril in exploring foreign lands, who have pene- 
 trated to equatorial jungles or frozen seas, who 
 have done heroic, deeds in the cause of humanity 
 or science — Queen Victoria has pleasantly and 
 cheerfully welcomed them all ; and those who have 
 had the honour of her summons unite in saying 
 that she puts at their ease, without an effort, even 
 those least familiar with the courts of princes and 
 the salons of the great. 
 
 "Windsor welcomed a visitor yesterday around 
 whose name and history clusters an exceptional 
 interest. He has done nothing, in the ordinary 
 meaning of the phrase, to win fame. He has pro- 
 duced no work of genius, performed no feat of 
 statesmanship, discovered no new lands. He has 
 not devastated countries with conquest, or colonized 
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 nothing but siijfer. He was a slave in the United 
 States when slavery was at the high tide of its 
 cruelty and oppression. He has felt the lash of 
 man-trafficking monsters in human form. He has 
 seen husbands and wives ruthlessly separated for 
 purposes too base to be recalled without a hot 
 tinge of indignation. The Rev. Josiah Henson is a 
 person of rare and special interest, inasmuch as he 
 was the original Uncle Tom of Mrs. Stowe's re- 
 markable novel of slave-life in the Southern States. 
 Who that is over thirty years of age does not re- 
 member the deep impression made on the public 
 when that heart-lacerating story made its appear- 
 ance on this side of the Atlantic t How many 
 thousands of honest British eyes, albeit not used to 
 the melting mood, were wet with the record of 
 poor, patient, noble Tom's sufferings .-* Who has 
 not laughed over the humour of Topsy's denseness, 
 and wept over the inexpressible pathos of little 
 Eva's death-bed t Who has not flushed with a 
 righteous anger at the merciless cruelties of Simon 
 Legree, and 'been thrilled with sympathy for Eliza 
 in her wild flight over the broken ice .'' No story 
 was ever written that had a more iniquitous wrong 
 to redress ; no story was ever written that so deeply 
 stirred the hearts and consciences of the English 
 and American people. ' Uncle Tom's Cabin ' was 
 the death-blow to slavery as an American institu- 
 tion. 
 
 " No one can help feeling an interest in such a 
 man as Mr. Henson. He was the original, as we 
 have said, of Uncle Tom, and although the inci- 
 
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 dents of his life were necessarily altered for the 
 purposes of the fiction, the character is said to have 
 been a truthful portrayal of his own. We see in 
 him a man who, by one of the strange and inex- 
 plicable freaks of chance, was born under the heel, 
 so to speak, of dominant and cruel task-masters. 
 For years his lot was one of servitude and misery. 
 Sufferance was the badge of all his tribe. When 
 he gained his freedom it was to take no selfish 
 advantage of it, but to toil for the great cause of 
 freedom by which his black brethren might enjoy 
 the inestimable privilege he had gained. There 
 is something almost romantic in the meeting, in 
 Royalty's own home, of the Queen of England with 
 this humble and now aged Uncle Tom, whose only 
 distinction arises from his sufferings, and the patient, 
 sweet philosophy and great-hearted piety with 
 which he bore the harshness of stern oppressors. 
 We can picture the negro patriarch, now in his 
 eighty-eighth year, passing up the corridor and 
 into the Oak Room, where her Majesty, surrounded 
 by lords and ladies in waiting, and officers of state, 
 took him kindly by the hand and spoke generous 
 words of sympathy for the sufferings he had under- 
 gone. The scene would be well worth immortal- 
 izing on the canvas of some great historic painter. 
 Nothing could be more picturesque than the 
 pageantry and grandeur of the surroundings of 
 which this venerable negro was the central figure. 
 Very graciously, the Queen presented Mr. Hen^on 
 with her portrait and autograph ; and he thanked 
 her Majesty for the great honour conferred on him- 
 

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 self, and on behalf of his coloured brethren in 
 Canada and other portions of the Queen's do- 
 minions, for her august protection when they were 
 poor fugitive slaves, and for the unspeakable bless- 
 ings they had at all times enjoyed under her rule. 
 Then, at her Majesty's special request, Mr. Henson 
 and Mr. Lobb, the editor of his Autobiography, 
 inscribed their autographs in her private album ; 
 and a ceremony, full of interest and grace, was 
 brought to an end. 
 
 *' Turning from this Windsor reception, we can- 
 not forbear contrasting the present condition of the 
 United States with that which the story of Uncle 
 Tom's life and sufferings recalls. America passed 
 through sharp tribulation to wash out the infamy 
 of slavery. The furnace was fierce, but the purify- 
 ing was sure. The dross of the old southern cor- 
 ruption, with its hideous traffic in human creatures, 
 and severance of natural ties, and untold crimes 
 and cruelties, was consumed ; and the pure cause 
 of freedom endured. A nation that could thus 
 pluck out the cancerous sore by the roots is 
 capable of a yet mic htier future. Notwithstanding 
 all the chicanery and corruption which eat into 
 American public life, there is the vitalizing and 
 healing property of a healthy moral force. The 
 sweeping away of the slave .^ystem of the South 
 was one of the noblest works ever achieved by any 
 people ; and the fire and sword through which the 
 reformers had to pass were the hallowing trials of 
 their noble mission. The venerable Uncle Tom has 
 lived to see the equality of races where, a little 
 
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 while since, men of his own colour were but the 
 chattels of their owners. He, the runaway slave, 
 has lived to be entertained by Queen Victoria in 
 her own royal castle. The whirligig of Time does 
 indeed bring about its revenges, and not the least 
 of them is the gracious and interesting ceremony 
 performed at Windsor yesterday." 
 
 A Negro Preacher, bowed with age, is he : 
 No sounding titles do his worth attest. 
 Yet, in a land where all who tread are free. 
 He, slave who was, is now its Sov'reign's guest ! 
 Wha^ deep emotion must possess his breast, 
 The humble actor in so strange a scene ! 
 Once all unknown, unfriended, and opprest, 
 He who a legal '* chattel " erst had been. 
 In friendly converse stands with England's gracious Queen ! 
 
 What wonder if, amid that courtly throng. 
 His startled thoughts fly back through years of pain, 
 When, held in cruel bonds by foulest wrong. 
 Condemned to labour for a tyrant's gain. 
 He felt the lash, and wore the captive's chain? 
 Hunted by hounds, when fain he would be free ; 
 Accursed, as though he bore the brand of Cain ; 
 Like some wild beast, from mm compelled to flee, 
 In desperate essay to snatch sweet Liberty ! 
 
 Brave "Uncle Tom"! May happy days be thine — 
 Days placid, peaceful, uneventful, still ! 
 May tender friendships sweeten thy decline ! 
 As flow'rets fringe the homeward-flowing rill, 
 May love thy fleeting years with comfort fill ! — 
 The Master whom thou lovest doth accord 
 True freedom unto all who do His will ; 
 And, in the service of their common Lord, 
 Both Queen and slave at last shall reap a rich reward 
 
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 A. 
 
 A cow shows the way 113 
 
 A mother's prayers 23, 24 
 
 A mother's dying message 24 
 
 A mother's grave 24 
 
 A mother's hand 44 
 
 Act, the Foreign Enlistment ... 129 
 
 Adversity, the college of 100 
 
 Albert the Good 121 
 
 Alphabet, the, and the Irishman 103 
 
 "Altamont, Lord" 99 
 
 American negro slavery, whence 
 
 derived 19 
 
 Anecdote of Dr. Johnson 45 
 
 Appearance in boots, my first 32 
 
 Atheist, a dying, and his child 24 
 
 Auction block, on the 26 
 
 "AuntChloe" 59, 124 
 
 B. 
 
 Believing, joy in 99 
 
 I3irth, the new 53 
 
 Block, on the auction 26 
 
 Book, a spelling, how purchased 39 
 
 Boots, my first appearance in 32 
 
 Boy, the sick 114 
 
 Britain, Great, a slave-holding 
 
 country once 19 
 
 redeems her slaves 20 
 
 Brother, purchase of a 125 
 
 Brougham, Lord 20 
 
 Buffalo, going to ... 89 
 
 Burns, Robert 97 
 
 Byron, Lord 97 
 
 c. 
 
 Cabin, a scene in a 103 
 
 Cambridge Heath, girls' refuge 
 
 at 132 
 
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 Canada shore 92 
 
 prejudice against negroes 
 
 in 122 
 
 Chalmers, Dr 44 
 
 "Chloe, Aunt," marriage of... 58 
 
 death of 124 
 
 Christ our example 102 
 
 Christian, a, must try to do good 121 
 
 must expect opposition ... 100 
 
 Christma'^ eve, a 25 
 
 Church, Methodist Episcopal . 65 
 
 Church, no perfect, on earth ... 102 
 
 Cincinnati, friends in 67 
 
 Clarkson, &c 20 
 
 College, Grace 64 
 
 Conversion, a mother's prayer 
 
 leading to 24 
 
 in the woods 51 
 
 Lydia's 53 
 
 always by the Holy Spirit 53 
 
 may be sudden or gradual 54 
 
 Cow, a, shows the way I13 
 
 D. 
 
 Dawn, the town of 121 
 
 Day of Judgment 29 
 
 Dean, the, and Irish Methodist 
 
 preacher 63 
 
 and the hare 64 
 
 Difficulties at Dawn 1 20 
 
 Dinah (Topsy).... 55 
 
 Drink, strong, evils of 22, 23 
 
 produces brawls 56 
 
 Drunkards, wrecks of 23 
 
 E. 
 
 Enemies, forgiveness of 52 
 
 England, first visit to 123 
 
 last visit to 130 
 
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 Enlistment Act, the Foreig[n ... 129 
 
 Episcopal Churchjthe Methodist 65 
 
 Eva 55 
 
 Eve, a Christmas 25 
 
 Exhibition, the first great 123 
 
 F. 
 
 Father, Mr. Henson's 19, 21 
 
 Father, our Heavenly 30 
 
 Father's shoes, ho ^v used 82 
 
 Father and son at lessons 103 
 
 Foes, not afraid of 127 
 
 F^ork, a long iron 22 
 
 G. 
 
 Gaol, Kingston, escape from ... 129 
 
 Girls' refuge, visit to 1 32 
 
 Good, doing, brings happiness 120 
 
 Gospel, the, for all 49 
 
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 —r — brings spiritual liberty 98, 120 
 
 Grace, Divine, the power of ... 19 
 
 Grave, a slave's 25 
 
 Grave, a mother's 24 
 
 H. 
 Hair, combing of, under diffi- 
 culties 44. 
 
 Hare, the, and the Dean 65 
 
 Henson, Mr., why called " Un- 
 cle Tom" 17, 18 
 
 • when and where born ... 19 
 
 earliest recollections 19 
 
 Dr. McPherson's pet 21 
 
 why called Josiah Henson 2 1 
 
 blessed with a pious mo- 
 ther 23 
 
 first visit to her grave ... 24 
 
 ^ is put up for sale 26 
 
 gets a new mas' er 29 
 
 his life at Riley's 31 
 
 " first time I wore lioot-." 32 
 
 • buys a spelling book 39 
 
 hears John McKenny 
 
 preach 45 
 
 is converted to God 50 
 
 encounters Bryce Litton . 56 
 
 marries "Aunt Chloe"... 58 
 
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 begins to preach 62 
 
 is nearly flogged for 
 
 preaching ... 65 
 
 thinks of buying himself I 67 
 
 is sent to New Orleans ... 69 * 
 
 issavedfrom a dreadful act 71 
 
 is wonderfully delivered 72 
 
 looks towards Canada ... 73 
 
 escapes from slavery 76 
 
 meets with Indians on 
 
 the way 85 
 
 goes to Buffiilo 89 
 
 meets a Scotch captain... 91 
 
 arrives in Canada 92 
 
 learns to read 103 
 
 ^ visits the slave states 106 
 
 sees *' falling stars " 109 
 
 has a narrow escape 1 10 
 
 finds a cow a useful guide 113 
 
 meets a good Quaker ... 115 
 
 is near being caught 117 
 
 meets the sick boy 118 
 
 settles finally at Dawn ... 121 
 
 comes to London 123 
 
 is an exhibitor at the 
 
 world's great fair 123 
 
 is kindly noticed by the 
 
 Queen 123 
 
 has sad news from Canada 124 
 
 loses his good wife 
 
 "Chloe" 125 
 
 buys his brother 125 
 
 shows he has plenty of 
 
 courage 127 
 
 has a narrow escape from 
 
 gaol , 129 
 
 finds another suitable 
 
 partner 130 
 
 visits England the third 
 
 time 130 
 
 is invited to Windsor, and 
 
 most graciously received 
 
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 Industrial school, "Uncle 
 
 Tom's" visit to 132 
 
 Instincts of the heart 29 
 
 Irish Methodist preacher and 
 
 the Dean 63 
 
 Irish witness, an, and the judge 103 
 
 J. 
 
 Johnson, Dr., anecdote of 45 
 
 Judge, the, and Irish witness.. 103 
 
 K. 
 
 Kentucky, arrival at 62 
 
 another visit to 107 
 
 King Edward Industrial School, 
 
 "Uncle Tom's" visit to... 132 
 Kingston gaol, a narrow escape 
 
 from 129 
 
 Knowledge is power 40 
 
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 Languages, the learned 64 
 
 Letters, learning the, under 
 
 difficulties 103 
 
 Life at Riley's 29—32 
 
 Life of Christ, the only perfect 102 
 Lightfoot, James, and his 
 
 brother 105, iio 
 
 Litton, Bryce, " Legree " 57 
 
 Lydia, conversion of 53 
 
 Lying, meanness of 41 
 
 M. 
 
 Marriage in the Lord 59 
 
 , Mr. Henson's first 58 
 
 second 130 
 
 Massa and the well 42 
 
 McKenny, John 43 
 
 McPherson, Or 19, 21, 22 
 
 Meeting, a, at Fort Erie 105 
 
 negroes delight in 43 
 
 Methodist preacher, the Irish, 
 
 and the Dean 63 
 
 Mother, a praying 23 
 
 a dying message from a... 24 
 
 grave of a 24 
 
 hand of a 44 
 
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 Negro exhibitor, a 123 
 
 Negro sermons 126 
 
 Newton, John, and slavery ... 19 
 
 and his mother 44 
 
 North star, the 73 
 
 Ohio shore, the 60 
 
 P. 
 
 Party, an evening 33 
 
 Patty 57 
 
 People, coloured, prejudice 
 
 against in Canada 122 
 
 Peter denying ^/irtcf. 41 
 
 Preacher, a negro 126 
 
 Preacher, Irish Methodist, and 
 
 the Dean 63 
 
 Preaching by John McKenny.. 46 
 
 Preaching and its penalty 66 
 
 Presentiment, a strange 117 
 
 Price of a brother 125 
 
 Prodigal son, parable of the 29, 97 
 
 Providence, a remarkable 71 
 
 Psalm, the hundred and third 102 
 
 Quaker, a, known by his words 115 
 
 a good 116,118 
 
 Queen, the, and the negro ex- 
 hibitor 123 
 
 Queen's, the, reception of 
 "Uncle Tom" and Mr. 
 Lobb at Windsor Castle... 136 
 
 R. 
 
 Redemption, a higher 96 
 
 Release, the hour of 90 
 
 Repentance 24 
 
 Revenge, the right kind of 71 
 
 Rights, family, not allowed to 
 
 slaves 17, 18 
 
 Riley's, life at 29 — 32 
 
 Riley's wife 59 
 
 Riley, Amos 60,62,68,69,71,72,76 
 
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 Salvation for all 49 
 
 Samaritans, good 83 
 
 "Sawyer," a 69 
 
 Schooner and Captain 88 
 
 Scotchman, a good 91 
 
 Shaftesbury, Earl of 132 
 
 Sham and pretence to be avoided 37 
 
 Shoes as drinking vessels 82 
 
 Showers, meteoric 109 
 
 Slaves allowed no family rights 1 7 
 
 Slaves, aristocratic 33 
 
 Son and father at lessons 103 
 
 Star, the North 73 
 
 Stowe, Mrs., and her "Uncle 
 
 Tom's Cabin" 18 
 
 on forgiveness of enemies 52 
 
 Strong drink, evils of 22, 23 
 
 Surly fellow, a 81 
 
 Text, the first 49 
 
 Tobacco unnecessary and in- 
 jurious 22 
 
 a quaint saying about .., 22 
 
 Topsy 55 
 
 Touch, power of a mother's ... 44 
 
 Trials following conversion .. 56 
 
 Truth to be spoken 41 
 
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 "Well, the, and masL 
 
 Wife, a good 
 
 Wilberforce, &c 
 
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 Windsor Castle, "Uncle! . 
 
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 Wolves around 
 
 Woods, God hears prayer in the 
 
 Wrecks of drunkards 
 
 Writ, threatened with a 12^ 
 
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 another visit tOr Majesty the gueen :— 
 
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