Having heard that some secret meeting had been held by the negroes, previous to the attempt of Mr.Wilson to flog his slave, it occurred to a magistrate that Jerome might know something of the intended revolt.

He accordingly visited the prison to see if he could learn anything from him, but all to no purpose.

Having given up all hopes of escape, Jerome had resolved to die like a brave man.

When questioned as to whether he knew anything of a conspiracy among the slaves against their masters, he replied,-- "Do you suppose that I would tell you if I did ?" "But if you know anything," remarked the magistrate, "and will tell us, you may possibly have your life spared." "Life," answered the doomed man, "is worth nought to a slave.

What right has a slave to himself, his wife, or his children?
We are kept in heathenish darkness, by laws especially enacted to make our instruction a criminal offence; and our bones, sinews, blood, and nerves are exposed in the market for sale.
"My liberty is of as much consequence to me as Mr.Wilson's is to him.
I am as sensitive to feeling as he.