their cotton bags, and armed themselves to the teeth.  They set watches to look after their happy and contented slaves.  The Governor of Georgia wrote to the Hon. Harrison Grey Otis, the Mayor of Boston, requesting him to suppress the Appeal.  His Honor replied to the Southern Censor, that he had no power nor disposition to hinder Mr. Walker from pursuing a lawful course in the utterance of his thoughts.  A company of Georgia men then bound themselves by an oath, that they would eat as little as possible until they had killed the youthful author.  They also offered a reward of a thousand dollars for his head, and ten times as much for the live Walker.  His consort, with the solicitude of an affectionate wife, together with some friends, advised him to go to Canada, lest he should be abducted.  Walker said that he had nothing to fear from such a pack of coward blood-hounds; but if he did go, he would hurl back such thunder across the great lakes, that would cause them to tremble in their strong holds.  Said he, “I will stand my ground. Somebody must die in this cause. I may be doomed to the stake and the fire, or to the scaffold tree, but it is not in me to falter if I can promote the work of emancipation.”  He did not leave the country, but was soon laid in the grave.  It was the opinion of many that he was hurried out of life by the means of poison, but whether this was the case or not, the writer is not prepared to affirm.

He had many enemies, and not a few were his brethren whose cause he espoused.  They said that he went too far, and was making trouble.  So the Jews spoke of Moses.  They valued the flesh-pots of Egypt more than the milk and honey of Canaan.  He died 1830 in Bridge street, at the hopeful and enthusiastic age of 34 years.  His ruling passion blazed up in the hour of death, and threw an indescribable grandeur over the last dark scene.  The heroic young man passed away without a struggle, and a few weeping friends

    “Saw in death his eyelids close,
    Calmly, as to a night’s repose,
    Like flowers at set of sun.”

The personal appearance of Mr. Walker was prepossessing, being six feet in height, slender and well proportioned.  His hair was loose, and his complexion was dark.  His son, the only child he left, is now 18 years of age, and is said to resemble his father; he now resides at Charlestown, Mass., with his mother, Mrs. Dewson.  Mr. Walker was a faithful member of the Methodist Church at Boston, whose pastor is the venerable father Snowden.

The reader thus has a brief notice of the life and character of David Walker.

WALKER’S

Appeal,

In four articles,

TOGETHER WITH

A preamble,

TO THE

Colored citizens of the world,