Our Nig; or, Sketches from the Life of a Free Black, in a Two-Story White House, North. | ||
Two or three letters were received after this by her friends in W—, and then all was silent. No one of us knew whether she still lived or had gone to her home on high. But it seems she remained in this house until after the birth of her babe; then her faithless husband returned, and took her to some town in New Hampshire, where, for a time, he supported her and his little son decently well. But again he left her as before—suddenly and unexpectedly, and she saw him no more. Her efforts were again successful in a measure in securing a meagre maintenance for a time; but her struggles with poverty and sickness were severe. At length, a door of hope was opened. A kind gentleman and lady took her little boy into their own family, and provided everything necessary for his good; and all this without the hope of remuneration. But let them know, they shall
I trust she will find a ready sale for her interesting work; and let all the friends who purchase a volume, remember they are doing good to one of the most worthy, and I had almost said most unfortunate, of the human family. I will only add in conclusion, a few lines, calculated to comfort and strengthen this sorrowful, homeless one. "I will help thee, saith the Lord."
Made by our High Priest above;
Soothing to the troubled mind,
Full of tenderness and love.
Gathers dark on every side;
Safely from impending harm,
In my sheltering bosom hide.
Cast thy burdens all on me;
Oh, how cans't thou tire or faint,
While my arm encircles thee.
Heard and counted every sigh;
Ever lend a gracious ear
To thy supplicating cry.
Pierced by affliction's dart;
Do I not all thy sorrows heed,
And bear thee on my heart?
Thy quiet resting place;
Thy spirit find a peaceful home
In mansions near my face.
Outshining yonder sun;
Soon shalt thou lay the body down,
And put those glories on.
Which angels cannot move;
No song to this is ever sung,
But bleeding, dying Love.
Our Nig; or, Sketches from the Life of a Free Black, in a Two-Story White House, North. | ||