God gave it all to you, sir, and he aint gave none to de poor slaves, not even gave him his freedom.

You set dis one poor feller free, and when you come to die, it will make you feel so good to think about it; when you come to judgment, maybe Christ may say, "You made dis poor man free, and now you may come into de kingdom and set down wid me forever." Oh! sir,' says I, 'buy him, de Lord will pay you back, you won't lose a copper by him.'" "Well," said Mr.Weston, "what did he say ?" "Why, sir," said Bacchus, "he got up and stood by de fire, and warmed hisself, and says he, 'Ole felur, if I'd a had de teaching of you, I'd a larned you to mind your own business.

I'll let you know I didn't come to Washington to buy niggers.' 'Here,' says he, to dat white nigger that waits on him, 'Next time dis feller wants me, tell him to go 'bout his business.' "'Good mornin' sir,' says I, 'I shan't trouble you agin.

May de Lord send better friends to de slaves than de like of you.'" "Well, Bacchus," said Mr.Weston, "you did very wrong, and I hope you will not again take such a liberty with any person.

You see for yourself what an Abolitionist is.