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Swan, Jr., Capt. Samuel
Supposed to have been lost at sea the earlier part of the year 1823.
Vessel and company have never been heard of.
(Was in the slave trade also supposed to have been murdered on the coast of Africa.) —F. A. W,
Symmes, Hitty (insane, drowned herself)July 4, 180123
Tufts, HutchinsonMay 2, 181720
Tufts, Jonathan, Jr.BuriedMay 21, 181833
Tufts, John June 4, 18048
Walker, JohnJune 29, 1806 35
Walker, WilliamAug. 16, 180310
Wilbur, Roland G.Dec.9, 18441-5
Plato (a Negro Servant of Hon. Isaac Royal, Esq.）June 8, 1768
—— , A young man from Boston. He was washing a horseJuly 31, 1799
StrangerJuly 2, 1820
—— , At black woman drowned in the Canal, not of this town BuriedSept. 1, 183565
—— , Male infant (canal)May 19, 1842
It is pathetic to read of little children dying away from home.
There were three who were (probably) not children of our towns-people, as the school the child attended is stated each time.
William S. G. Brill,
t.
Save when her girlhood's imprudence she gave To the world such a traitor as Scott; While in mere second childhood he toilers away From the stage he'll revisit oh never!
And in the "last scene" his old carcase must lay Unwept and unhonored forever!
But be now leaves the strife to seek a repose, Oh where that repose will he find.
When the heart is consumed with its climes and woes And remorse over guans on the mind?
And in vain he will seek in a foreign land For loys that may sooths and delight him; For the an angry billow that lashes the strand, His conscience, so guilty, will smite Lim. The armies and navies all thirsting for blood.
Which he sent his own kinsmen to slay, The Southron have vanquished by field and blood, And his landed they've taken away; Like Plato's picked man he now sinks to the earth, Of like Arnold all covered with shame!
But the treason he played to the land of his birth, Will ever live to make hopeful his name, Centreville, Nov. 12, 1861,
very nerve is on the stretch — the whole of that ungainly form is now full of action, and the deep silence around bespeaks the uncommon sympathy of that crowd of listeners.
Tom's memory is not confined to music.--For instance, he sang and played "Maryland," the music correctly, and the words with little prompting, when, as we have reason to believe, he had not heard either until that day, and the music but once.
This is a memory of sound; and we learn that he can repeat a passage from Plato, when once heard, as well as a speech of Mr. Douglas.
If we were to criticise Tom's style at all, just as we would that of any other performer, we might suggest that there seemed to us some deficiency in point of expression.
But we might hesitate even as to this, for who can tell that the expression, as we call it, which our harder organism demands, may not, to him, be still more fully imparted by the language of the music itself.
We wish Mr. Oliver, the fortunate master of this c
of shot and shell flew over the heads of the train, the troops having got beyond range.
Capt. Plato, seeing the danger to which his wagons were exposed, many of them containing ammunition, turnofficer, which is saying nothing derogatory to the other brave men in his command.
While Capt. Plato (to return to the attack) was turning back that portion of his train which had not yet reachem back.
½By whose authority?½ inquired the officer.
½By authority of Gen. Sturgis,½ replied Capt. Plato. ½But there will be a shell here in a moment!½ said the officer.
½I know that,½ replied CapCapt. Plato, ½and it's for that reason you are wanted here!
½
The cavalry turned back.
The next moment the expected shell — the first one of the fight — passed over the train, and a short time afterward occurred the very charge anticipated by Capt. Plato, which was successfully met and repulsed by our infantry and cavalry at the bridge.
The long string of heavy wagons — many of
again in operation, there will be established in each of them a new department, --the School of Silence.
In its Professor's chair should be installed, grave and reflective, a Socrates,--if such can now be found,--not destitute himself of the capacity of eloquence, but chastened in oratorical fervor by the domestic declamation of Xanthippe.
At the feet of this Professor should be laid the golden statue of Georgia, inventor of extemporaneous eloquence and founder of the school described by Plato as "word weavers." With his foot on this prostrate statue should our Professor sit, and bid his pupils look and shudder at the ruin which gales of speech, let loose by a rhetorical Æolus, have brought upon an afflicted land.
Then, in due course of time, another generation will arise, which will appreciate, at the proper value, those representative bodies which, in times like these, discourse for months upon wind instruments, whilst that man of action, General Lee, in vain points out the onl
mised that slavery existed in ancient times, not only under the Jewish dispensation, when it had at least the sanction of the Divine Law-giver, for a time, but in almost every country of the ancient world.
It not only existed, but there was an accredited error, somewhat akin to that which has been reproduced in late years, that slaves were an inferior race, degraded by their Creator himself, marked by a stamp of humiliation, and predestines to their stateof abjection and debasement.
Homer, Plato and Aristotle distinctly taught this doctrine.
All readers of history are well aware of the excessive rigor and cruelty with which slaves were treated in ancient times.
Even the right of life and death, which was then placed in the master's hands, was often exercised.
The slavery of ancient times was not only cruel, but immense beyond our conception, prevailing everywhere, and so deeply rooted in laws, manners, ideas and interests, individuals social, that its immediate eradication mi
