3. The mode of deliverance thus secured will be the best. An end might be put to slavery by a civil war; but the remedy would be unspeakably worse than the disease. But suppose the church of God to take up this matter with an humble, united heart; and before the world and God become, like Moses, an intercessor, and ready to employ other means subsequently and subordinately, we can not doubt that slavery would come to an end; and then observe with what blessed results: What glory to God! He will be acknowledged as holy, as gracious, as powerful, as a hearer of prayer. What benefits to the slave! Liberty, elevation, knowledge, all social and civil blessings. What relief to the master!—from crime, from the consciousness of wrong-doing, from fear, from a bondage of dependence, unthriftiness, and numberless vexations. What blessings to the country! Asperities all softened. North, South, East and West united in one brotherhood; the nation honored in the approbation of the world; Freedom a grand reality for all. What advantage to the cause of Christ! Christians henceforth one; wounds healed; the way of usefulness unobstructed; the church hastening with united strength, and with the blessing of God, to the spiritual conquest of the world! IS HE NOT MAN? Is he not _Man_, though knowledge never shed Her quickening beams on his neglected head? Is he not _Man_, though sweet religion’s voice Ne’er made the mourner in his God rejoice? Is he not _Man_, by sin and suffering tried? Is he not _Man_ for whom the Saviour died? Belie the Negro’s powers! in headlong will, Christian, _thy_ brother thou shalt prove him still. Belie his virtues! since his wrongs began, His follies and his crimes have stampt him Man. Montgomery’s West Indies. WRONG OF SLAVERY. My ear is pained, My soul is sick, with every day’s report Of wrong and outrage, with which earth is filled. There is no flesh in man’s obdurate heart; It does not feel for man; the natural bond Of brotherhood is severed as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not colored like his own; and having power To enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause, Dooms and devotes him as a lawful prey. I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold, have ever earned. No; dear as freedom is, and in my heart’s Just estimation prized above all price, I had much rather be myself the slave, And wear the bonds, than fasten them on him. Cowper’s Task. No. 42.