Its blacksmiths, wheelwrights, shoemakers, weavers, and coopers, are slaves.

Not even commerce, selfish and iron-hearted at it is, and ready, as it ever is, to side with the strong against the weak--the rich against the poor--is trusted or permitted within its secluded precincts.

Whether with a view of guarding against the escape of its secrets, I know not, but it is a fact, the every leaf and grain of the produce of this plantation, and those of the neighboring farms belonging to Col.

Lloyd, are transported to Baltimore in Col.
Lloyd's own vessels; every man and boy on board of which--except the captain--are owned by him.

In return, everything brought to the plantation, comes through the same channel.