“Well, den!-I know’d, broderin, ye hab got da’ bright spirit in ye, and wouldn’t say ’twas!” Daniel continues, making a gesture with his left hand, as he raises the spectacles from his eyes with his right, and in his fervency lets them speed across the room.  Daniel is only made conscious of his ecstasy when his broken eyes are returned to him.  Turning to his brethren, he makes one of his very best apologies, and continues-"Dis ar poposition I’se gwine to put!  And dat is, dat all ye broderin ere present put up somefin ob he arnin, and wid dat somefin, and what mas’r gib, too, we sarve dat geman what preach the gospel dat do ’em good wid ’e freedom for sef and family.  Tain’t right in de sight ob de Lor, nohow, to have preacher slave and congration free:  I tell ye dat, my broderin, tain’t!” With these sage remarks, Daddy Daniel concluded his proposition, leaned his body forward, spread his hands, and, his wrinkled face filled with comicality, waited the unanimous response which sounded forth in rapturous medley.  Each one was to put in his mite, the preacher was to have a fund made up for him, which was to be placed in the hands of missus, and when sufficiently large (master will add his mite) be handed over for the freedom of the clergyman and his family.  But missus, ever generous and watchful of their interests, had learned their intentions, and forestalled their kindness by herself setting them free, and leaving it to their own discretion to go where they will.  There were many good men at the south-men whose care of their slaves constituted a bond of good faith; but they failed to carry out means for protecting the slave against the mendacity of the tyrant.  None more than Harry had felt how implicated was the state for giving great power to tyrant democracy-that democracy giving him no common right under the laws of the land, unless, indeed, he could change his skin.  Ardently as he was attached to the plantation and its people-much as he loved good master and missus, he would prefer a home in happy New England, a peaceful life among its liberty-loving people.  To this end the Rosebrooks provided him with money, sent him to the land he had longed to live in.  In Connecticut he has a neat and comfortable home, far from the cares of slave life; no bloodhounds seek him there, no cruel slave-dealer haunts his dreams.  An intelligent family have grown up around him; their smiles make him happy; they welcome him as a father who will no more be torn from them and sold in a democratic slave mart.  And, too, Harry is a hearty worker in the cause of freedom, preaches the gospel, and is the inventor of a system of education by which he hopes to elevate the fallen of his race.  He has visited foreign lands, been listened to by dukes and nobles, and enlisted the sympathies of the lofty in the cause of the lowly.  And while his appeals on behalf of his race are fervent and fiery, his expositions of the wrongs of slavery are equally fierce; but he is not ungrateful to the