By Dr. JOHN THEOPHILUS KRAMER, LATE OF NEW ORLEANS, LA. BOSTON: ROBERT F. WALLCUT, 21 CORNHILL. 1859. BOSTON: ROBERT F. WALLCUT, 21 CORNHILL. 1859....

The Nineteenth Century is generally believed to be an enlightened one. Great discoveries have been made in the fields of science. Countries which were almost unknown a century ago are now competing in art and wealth with the mother countries. Civilization has made a decided step forward; but in some countries, civilization has made, in one respect, no progress; on the contrary, it has made a step backward. There is an institution, which is called by many civilized men a ‘lawful one,’ but which i

They were born as slaves, through the iniquity of men. They are redeemed to be free men, through Christ Jesus. There is a broad hall, situated in one of the most frequented streets of a large and well-known city in the South. You will be astonished when you shall find, in place of a lion’s den or a man-trap, a nicely-fitted up refreshing-place. Nothing formidable is presented to your eyes. Several corpulent and richly dressed gentlemen are helping themselves to fine liquors and delicacies, profu

BY J. G. WHITTIER. [In a publication of L. F. Tasistro , ‘Random Shots and Southern Breezes,’ is a description of a slave auction at New Orleans, at which the auctioneer recommended the woman on the stand as ‘ a good Christian !’]...

To the Editor of the Boston Journal : [The following remarkable poem was sent me from the South by a friend, who informs me that the author of it was a slave named Mingo, a man of wonderful talents, and on that account oppressed by his master. While in the slave-prison, he penciled this poetic gem on one of the beams, which was afterwards found and copied. My friend adds that Mingo did escape, at night, but was recaptured and destroyed by the bloodhounds. My friend promises to send other poems o