"Slavery," says Voltaire, "is as ancient as war; war as human nature." It is to be wished that _truth_ had some such intimate connection with human nature.

Who, for instance, could read without an indignant thought, the following description from the pen of Mrs.Stowe: "They (their cabins) were rude shells, destitute of any pieces of furniture, except a heap of straw, foul with dirt, spread confusedly over the floor." "The small village was alive with no inviting sounds; hoarse, guttural voices, contending at the handmills, where their morsel of hard corn was yet to be ground into meal to fit it for the cake that was to constitute their only supper." But such statements need no denial; the very appearance of the slaves themselves show their want of truth.

Look at their sound and healthy limbs, hear the odd, but sweet and musical song that arrests the traveler as he goes on his way; listen to the ready jest which is ever on his lips, and see if the slavery which God has permitted in all ages to exist, is as is here described; and judge if our fair Southern land is tenanted by such fiends as they are represented to be, by those who are trying to make still worse the condition of a mass of God's creatures, born to a life of toil, but comparative freedom from care.

If it be His will that men should be born free and equal, that will is not revealed in the Bible from the time of the patriarchs to the present day.

There are directions there for the master and the slave.