It is a lamentable truth, one that might justly occasion in the heart of every true Christian the lamentation of the prophet Jeremiah: “Oh that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep, day and night, for the slain of the daughters of my people!” And it is in view of this truth, that the friends of a pure and full Gospel have great encouragement to persevere in their work of faith and love. The missionaries connected with the American Missionary Association, at home and abroad, inculcate, fearlessly and persistently, a Gospel of freedom, and make no more apology or allowance for slave-holding than for any other sin or crime. Such missionaries should be sustained, their numbers augmented, and prayer ascend for them continually. [Signature: Lewis Tappan] LETTER TO THE PRESIDENT OF THE SOCIETY. DEAR MADAM,—Your request to transmit my name, with a short article, for insertion in your contemplated publication, is before me. I have neither time nor words in which to express my unalterable abhorrence of slavery, with all the odious apologies and blasphemous claims of divine sanction for it, that have been attempted. I regard all attempts, by legislation or otherwise, to give the abominable system “aid and comfort” as involving treason against the government of God, and as insulting the consciences and common sense of men. Yours truly, [Signature: C. G. Finney] OBERLIN, 24 SEPT., 1852. THE SLAVE’S PRAYER. The _first effort_ of my early life in narrative writing, was in behalf of those who, in even darker days than these, were preeminently those who, on earth, “had no helper.” From this tale is selected these few lines—a song introduced into the story—not because it has any poetic merit, but because to me and perhaps to others, it seems interesting from the above circumstance. [Signature: Catharine E. Beecher.] SONG OF PRAISE. Though man neglects my sighing, And mocks the bitter tear, Yet does not God my crying With kindest pity hear? And when with fierce heat panting His hand can be my shade, And when with weakness fainting Support my aching head. And when I felt my cares For those his love can save, Will he not hear the prayers Of the poor negro slave? Yes, for the poor and needy He promises to save, And who is poor and needy Like the poor negro slave? THE STRUGGLE.