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    Front Matter
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The meeting between the Rev 8. Orowther (native Missionary
to Abbeokuta,) and his mother.-Page 109.





LBTWBsm oir oW. MAT'Is, iIJNwiOW.

S4, rATxom-Wz3-W.



Tux dear young friend, whose first literary
attempt is thus ushered into light, fears
lest she may incur the charge of pre-
sumption, for having imagined so unpre-
tending an effort to be worthy of the
public eye.
To obviate this charge, I have under-
taken to state, from my own knowledge,


the circumstances connected with the
composition and publication of her little
About twelve months since, the authoress
was slowly recovering from sickness, and
was forbidden, during convalescence, every
employment involving the use of her eye-
sight. Thus situated, she sought for some
occupation which might be at once easy to
herself, and useful to others. Her two
young brothers were lying near, having
been attacked by the same disorder; and
it was simply a desire to interest them
betimes, in the cause of Missions, a cause
most dear to her own heart, which first


prompted her to draw up the following
The selection of her subject appears to
have been most judicious, since it exhibits
a display of the Providence and Grace of
God, which can scarcely be surpassed by
any portion of inspired or uninspired
It must be admitted that such materials
were capable of a far more artificial con-
struction. A practised or an ambitious
pen might have worked up many of the
incidents into a form of thriving interest.
Yet it may be questioned whether the
simple recital of events as they occuned,


does not minister far more healthy
food for the youthful mind. Dramatized
history insensibly acquires the colouring
of fiction; and excites a craving, which
it may not always be easy or safe to
However this may be, the situation of
the authoress,-languid from sickness,
thinking only by snatches, and writing at
times in the dark,-was not such as to
favour a more elaborate effort.
The manuscript eventually met the eye
of an experienced Christian friend, who
strongly urged its publication. The maet
convincing reason alleged was, that there


is a large number of intelligent and well.
disposed children, who are out of the
sphere of Juvenile Missionary Associations,
to whom such a narrative might neverthe-
less open up a new world of ideas, sug-
gesting inquiries of a most important
tendency, and possibly disposing them
for future co-operation in so Divine an
Having been led to adopt the same
view, or at least to cherish the same
hope, I cheerfully undertook the charge
of superintending its publication; and
now, with fervent wishes for the truest
welfare of the authoress, would, in her


name, commend it to the prayerful atten-
tion of the young reader, and to
the condescending blessing of a gracious

IsuxoTON, DECEMBERi, 1849.




HAVS you ever noticed, dear children, how
often God makes things which at first sight
appear very sad, to turn out in the end for
our good and his own glory ?
Perhaps you may not quite understand
me, and therefore I will tell you a little
story that will help to explain what I mean.
It is about something which happened a


long, long time ago, in a great city called
Rome. We will try and fancy that we are
there, and see it all.
It is the market-place; a great many
people are in it,-some are buying, some
are selling,--all is bustle and activity. But,
look; that man has nothing to sell, he seems
to be standing idle. Oh, no; do you not
see those poor boys near him, looking so
unhappy, with the tears running so fast
down their cheeks ? He is going to sell
them. Yes; they have been forced away
from their own dear land, and their happy
homes, and now they are to be sold, as slaves
in this distant city.
No wonder they look so sad I--and yet
no one appears sorry for them,-no one


says a word of comfort to them. But see
that venerable man coming along: his face
seems so full of kindness, surely he wil pity
them. Yes, he is looking at them, and now
he stops and asks the foreign merchant
about them. He is told that those fair
and noble-looking boys come from a far-off
island, supposed to be at the very end of the
world. The good man further leams that
it is a heathen land, and his heart at once
burns with the desire to preach the Gospel
in it. But no; be must not go; he is so
useful in his own country that they will not
let him leave.
Years roll on, but still that kind-hearted
minister of Christ does not forget the poor
dave-boys he saw that day: and he never


thinks of them without remembering their
dark heathen home, and longing to make
it bright and happy with the glorious light
of the Gospel. At length he is made Pope,
or chief bishop of Rome, (this was before
the Popes had become so proud and wicked
as they afterwards were,) and one of the
first things he does is to send a party
of Christian missionaries to the native land
of those interesting slaves.
Now, do you not see how God made good
to come out of evil in this case ?
It is most likely that those poor children
cried very much when they were so cruelly
torn from their own dear homes; and perhaps
their fathers and mothers wept bitterly at
losing their darling boys. And yet it was a


happy day for ENGLAND when they were
carried away. Yes, for England,-those fair-
haired, blue-eyed boys were Enilish boys,
and their heathen home was that dear land
which is now, through the blessing of God
on the labours of those early missionaries,
"Christian England I "
Yes, a happy day indeed for England, for
had those young slaves never been taken to
Rome, it is most likely that the kind Bishop
would never have thought of sending the
Gospel to our country, and so it might have
been buried much longer in heathen dark-
neus and wretchedness.
Now then, you quite understand what I
meant by saying that God often makes
things which at first sight appear very sad,


to turn out in the end for our good and
his own glory."
And yet you will not, I am sure, make
the very great mistake of rejoicing in what
is bad, because it is often made to end
in what is good. We must always hate
sin, dear children; and hate it not one bit
the less, though it may not be suffered to
produce all the mischief and suffering which
Satan intends. Thus it was just as wicked
and cruel, (and so we ought to think it,)
to tear those poor boys from their homes
and country, and to sell them for slaves, as
though that kind man had never seen them
in the market at Rome, and our gracious
God had not put into his heart the desire
to send the Gospel to England. This is


a very important point which I am most
anxious you should keep in mind, as you
read through this little book.
Now do you not think that it would make
a nice exercise for you, if next Sunday
afternoon, or on the first opportunity, you
were to search in your Bibles for all the
instances mentioned in them, in which God
made good to come out of what appeared
evil ? I am sure you might find a great
many. Suppose you try.



I AM now, dear children, going to tell you
a longer story than the last, but still to
illustrate the same point, viz., the over-
ruling power of our Heavenly Father. It is
about the wonderful way in which God
is making even the shocking and wicked
slave-trade prove a blessing to poor
But perhaps, though you may all have
heard of the slave-trade, you may not quite
know its origin, that is, how people first
began to think of so cruel a thing. You
will better understand, therefore, what I


tell you by-and-by, if I begin by giving
you a little account of
When the Spaniards discovered South
America, their first colony or settlement
was in the island of St. Domingo. If
you get your map, (for I should like you to
find each place I mention on the map,) you
will see it marked among that large group
or cluster of islands, between North and
South America, called the West Indies.
There were several rich mines in St.
Domingo, which, at first, yielded large
quantities of gold, so that great number of
people who were greedy of gain, flocked
over, just as they are now doing to Cali.


fornia, in the hope of getting rich by
digging for that metal. Before they sailed
from Spain, their noble Queen, Isabella,
gave them strict orders to protect the
Indians, (as the natives of the island
were called,) and not to make them work
in the mines against their will. Mission-
aries, too, were sent to convert them to the
true faith," as it was then considered; but,
alas! I they were Popish missionaries, who,
however kind their intentions might be, were
more anxious to make the poor people pro-
mise to obey the Pope, than to teach
them the only way to heaven, through faith
in the Lord Jesus Christ.
The Spaniards, however, soon forgot their
Queen's commands, and not only made the


poor Indians their slaves, but used them so
cruelly, that in little more than fifty year
nearly all the people in the island had
died. Out of more than two millions,
only 150 survived. Upon this, the wicked
gold-hunters, instead of being sorry for
what they had done, went to seek for
other settlements. The first they found
was Porto Rico, and the second Cuba.
You will see them marked on your map,
among the West Indian group. The
natives of both islands they treated just
as shamefully as they had done those of St.
Domingo, so that before long most of these
also had died.
The missionaries now began to be very
sorry for the poor Indians. One of them


in particular, whose name was Las Casas,
sent not only to the King of Spain, but also
to most of the other Christian powers of
Europe; and so earnestly did he plead for
these oppressed natives, that at last it was
promised something should be done for
their relief. And what do you suppose it
was ? The Spaniards had just discovered a
part of Africa, that had not been known
before, and Las Casas proposed that a num-
ber of the inhabitants should be brought
over from this part to the West Indies,
in order to work in the mines instead of
the Indians. The covetous owners, who did
not care- what was done, or how much
others suffered, so that they got plenty
of gold, thought this a very capital plan;


and accordingly, thousands of poor negroes
were torn away from their homes, and car-
ried across the sea, to dig in the mountains
of the West Indies. They had not been
long there, when other mines were disco-
vered in Peru, on the west side of the
Continent of South America. These were
so much richer in ore, that those in the
islands were abandoned. The poor slaves,
however, instead of being set free, were now
sent to the sugar plantations, to till, and
hoe the canes.
The Spaniards got so much money from
the sugar which these negroes cultivated,
that when the English, and French, and
Dutch, afterwards came to have settlements
in the West Indies, they too were tempted


to send over to Africa for slaves to work
on them. Thus, every year thousands upon
thousands of these poor creatures were
torn from their native country and their
homes, and made to labour for cruel mas-
ters in a distant land, as long as they lived.
This, then, was the origin of the slave-



You remember, I dare say, dear children,
how I told you that the poor Africans were
carried away from their own country, across
the sea, to the West Indies, and were
there made to work for cruel masters all
their lives. But how do you suppose the
Europeans were able to obtain so maw
thousands, and even millions, as have been
thus taken captives ? At first it would be
easy for the Spaniards to seise the few help-
less negroes that lived upon the coast. But
these would soon be consumed and die off
in slavery. How, then, were they to get


more ? The answer to this question will
lead me to give you a general description of

It will be only a little, a very little, that
I must attempt to tell you on this subject,
for it would fill many a volume to describe
all the horrors of the traffic, and all the
fearful sufferings the poor slaves have to
endure; it would be more, too, than your
young hearts could bear to hear.
When the Chief of an African village
learns that a slaver (that is, a ship
employed in carrying over the slaves from
Africa to the West Indies,) is waiting on
the coast to obtain a cargo of negroes,
what do you think he does ?

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Oh," you are ready to answer, "he
sends, of course; to all the people round
about, to give them waring, that they
may be prepared to fight for their liberty."
No, my children; he does nothing of the
kind. He knows that if he can
manage to supply the cruel traders with
slaves, they will give him in return plenty
of beads, and knives, and rum. Bent
only on obtaining these, he thinks nothing
of the sufferings to which he will expose
his poor countrymen, but at once begins
to plan how he may raise the largest
number of slaves, with the least trouble and
danger. He calls his warriors together, and
they fix upon some peaceful neighboring
village, and determine to carry off and sell its


inhabitants. The night is the time generally
chosen for the attack: and then, when
all around is hushed, except, perhaps, the
distant roar of the lion, or the growl of the
hungry tiger, the band of warriors set out
on their cruel expedition, and guided by
the bright light of an African moon,
stealthily approach the devoted village.
The inhabitants are buried in sleep, and
little dream of the danger that surrounds
them. Not a sound is heard, except,
perhaps, the plaintive cry of some little
babe, or the soothing song of its tender
But in a few minutes the scene is changed;
--the invaders have fired the nearest huts,
and the flames are fast spreading through the

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village. The poor people rush out from their
burning homes, but it is only to fall into
the arms of their enemies, who imme-
diately bind them hand and foot till the
battle is over. Some of the men wildly
seise their bows, or other weapons, but
are soon killed or forced to yield. At
length, when every inhabitant of the village
is either murdered or secured, the hard-
hearted plunderers think their work is done,
and begin their homeward march, dragging
with them, as they return, a long string of
wretched captives. Thus, the sun which had
set upon a thriving and well-peopled village,
rise upon a heap of smoking ruins I
It very often happens that the place
where the negroes are captured is from 500


to 1,000 miles, or even still farther, from
the sea-shore, where the slave-ship is wait-
ing for them; and then a long and weary
march of many weeks lies before them.
Not the least mercy is shewn to any.
Fainting mothers, with their babes in their
arms, tender boys and girls, and little tiny
children, are all driven on, without pity,
beneath the scorching sun, and flogged, if
they loiter, with the dreadful whip. Should
any sink down on the road, through age or
fatigue, they are compelled, by cruel lashes,
to rise and pursue their painful journey.
Very many die on the march, whilst those
who live to reach the coast, only find fresh
horrors awaiting them. The slaver, perhaps,
knows that some English ship is cruising

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near, ready to stop her on the voyage, and
to set the slaves at liberty, and therefore
she is afraid to take them in. In such
a case, provisions soon begin to fail, and
then a horrid scene commences. The
oldest and weakest are sorted out, or, when
there are but few of these, even the healthy
and strong, and (you will scarcely believe
me when I tell you) are coolly murdered.
This is done by chaining them together,
rowing them in a canoe into the middle of
the river, and then singing them into the
water, with a heavy weight fastened to
their necks, to sink them to the bottom.
But we must hasten on, and fancy the
poor survivors safe on board the ship


which is to bear them for ever from their
native land. Here their sufferings, dreadful
as they have hitherto been, are far increased.
Words will not describe them. Crowded
together, in the hold, or between the decks,
-a space so confined, between the floor and
the ceiling, that they are unable to sit
upright,-and so closely chained together
between each other's legs, that they are
almost unable to stir, they have to endure,
for fifteen or twenty days, all the horrors
of the middle passage." This is the name
given to the voyage across the Atlantic, a
distance of more than 8,000 miles. Small-pox
and dreadful fevers break out amongst them,
which sweep away large numbers; and it


often happens that the living and the dead
remain for days chained together.
Should they be chased by a British ship,
or be kept at sea by contrary winds or a
calm longer than they calculated, so that
their provisions fail, the cruel slave-trader
hesitates not to throw his wretched captives
overboard by scores. Indeed, it is calculated
that one-third and sometimes one-half of a
cargo of slaves perish on the voyage, from
one cause or another.
But enough, my children. I might Ad
describe scenes of suffering that would
make your hearts thrill with horror. I will
not, however, give you more pain than I can
help, but will only tell you in my next


chapter something of the hard bondage
and cruel treatment which the poor Africans
have to endure after their arrival at the
West Indies, and then conclude this sad
account of slavery.



IT was but a very short and imperfect
description which I thought it right to
give you in the last chapter, of the mieries
connected with the capture of the poor
negroes, the overland journey to the coast,
and the horrors of the middle passage.
When you get a little older, I hope you will
read a fuller account in Mr. Walker's very
interesting work. *
"Miions in Wester Afriea." By the Rev.
S. A. Walker. Curry, Dublin; sad Logmas,


And now you will want to know what
becomes of the unhappy Africans after they
are released from the slave-ship. We must,
accordingly, suppose that the remnant of
sickly survivors are safely landed on the
scene of their future toils. Here the first
business is to dispose of them to the
greatest profit. For this purpose they are
taken to market and sold, just as cows or
sheep are in England. And oh I it is
indeed a sad sight to watch the unhappy
groups in a West Indian slave-market.
Here, perhaps, is a tender mother sur-
rounded by her sobbing children; and there,
again, are brothers and sisters locked in
each other's arms, anxiously watching the


different purchasers, and dreading ute they
should be for ever torn from each other's
At length there comes a planter, with
a large straw hat covering his shoulders,
and shading his stern features from the
scorching sun. He examines firt one and
then another. The children cling closer
together; whilst the trembling mother
falls down before him, kisses his feet, clings
to his knees, clasps her little ones to her
bosom, and looks up imploringly in his
face, thus entreating him, (as she is ignoumt
of his language,) not to separate them.
"If we must be slaves," she seei to
say, "at least let us share our boadage
together." The heartless trader heeds her


not, but fixes on one or two of the children
who look the most healthy, and then
wrenches them from their mother's arms.
Another purchaser soon follows, who takes
one or two more; and in this way, husband
and wife, mother and children, brother
and sister, are torn asunder, never, perhaps,
to meet again.
The wretched Africans are now carried
off by their new owners to the plantations,
where they are to pans the rest of their lives
in hopeless slavery. And hard indeed is
their lot, and fearful the sufferings which
they have yet to endure. Men, women,
and even little tender children, are compelled
to toil from morning to night in the sugar-
plantations. Should they not do as much


work beneath that basing sun as their eruel
drivers think proper, they are lashed umner-
cifully with a dreadful cartwhip, every stroke
of which lays open the flesh and leaves
a broad gash, the mark of which is never
Very many die of the injuries they receive.
In three years, one planter alone lost sixty
slaves, through the severe punishments he
inflicted upon them. Women are flogged
as well as men, and numbers of children
even have been whipped till they died.
In t happy land, no man would be allowed
to treat a horse, or any other animal, with
half the cruelty that is practised upon
the unhappy negroes.
But I must say no more, or you would


sicken at the tale. Enough, I trust, has
been told you to give some faint idea of the
horrors of slavery, and to make your
hearts rise in grateful praise to Him
who has so favoured and protected yes.
I feel sure that you -will now repeat, with
more feeling than ever before, the sweet
words of your beautiful hymn,-

I TwANK the goodne and the grace
Which on my birth have mailed,
And made me in these Christian days,
A happy English child

I ws not born a Aiafe atew,
To labour in the sn,
And wish I were but in the grave,
And all my labour dome.


My God, I thak thee who hat plam'd
A better lot for me :
And placed me in this Christian land,
Where I may learn of thee.

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IT was in cruelties, my children, such as you
ave now read, that England and Engish peo-
ple continued to share, without scruple, until
about eighty years ago, when God put it
ito the hearts of a few bold and Christian
m to lift up their vomin apg st so great
a national in. It would take fr too long
to tln yoa of a the fierce opposition they .
"mt wil, or how bravely they encounteed
it I amat, however, mention the names
of two or three of these great ad good
man, or they ought to be dear to every
-ngi as well as to every African heart.


Firt, perhaps, in point of station and
talents, was the eloquent and pious Wilber.
"Friend of the poor, the wrongd, the fetr-pgald.*
But earlier still in the struggle, equally
devoted, and scarcely less useful, were Gran-
ville Sharpe, Clarkson, and Macauay. Later
than these, yet animated by the mme spirit,
was Sir Powell Buxton, whose life has been
published in a delightful book which, I hope,
you may one day receive as a prime.
Great as were the diMculties which these
advocates of the oppressednegro had teen
tend with, they were at last soaceaduL 1&e
slav-trade was declared unlawful in 1807,
and sowae year after, on the 1st of Augst,


1834, all the slaves in the British colonies
were proclaimed "free /"
But though our own country had thus
given up the wicked traffic, it was still car-
ried on, with the greatest cruelty, by several
other nations of Europe. Again, therefore,
England stood nobly forward as the friend
of Africa, and the champion of liberty, by
forming treaties with those other king-
doms, which made them promise that they too
would abandon the trade in their fellow.
creatures. These treaties, I grieve to say,
have been badly observed, for the Spanish
and Portuguese slave-ships are, every year,
carrying off the poor negroes to the West
Indian plantations, in larger numbers than

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ever. England, therefore, has for many
years kept a number of vessel sailing
backwards and forwards in the Atlantic
Ocean, ready to seize any ship which may
attempt to steal across with its forbidden
Should these cruisers, as they are called,
discover a slaver, they immediately chase
her, and, if they succeed in capturing her,
they set all the slaves at liberty. But now
comes the question, What is to be done with
them ? for it is impossible to take them
back to all the different tribes and nations
from which they have been stolen. Listen
attentively to me, and I will tell you what
is done with them.
If you take your map, you will find


on the western coast of Africa a little
peninsula, about twenty-five miles long,
and fifteen broad. Its name is Sierra
Leone, and it belongs to England.
A noble river flows into the sea at its
northern extremity, on the banks of which
is situated the capital, Fazz Town. Green
mountains, covered with lofty forests, rise
near the town, while little villages lie
scattered in the valleys beneath.
But though the country is so beautiful,
the climate is very unhealthy; indeed, so
many Europeans have died there, that Sierram
Leone has received the name of "The
White Man's Grave."
It is on this little spot that the crowds
of poor Africans, just liberated from the


holds of slave-ships, are landed. Every year
brings fresh cargoes, so that there is at
present collected there a population of
nearly 50,000 negroes, the natives of
between thirty and forty different tribes,
and knowing as many different languages
or dialects.
And now, before we paes altogether from
this general view of slavery, and the slave-
trade, let me persuade you to learn the fol-
lowing beautiful poem by our great Christian
poet, Cowper. I am sure that you will
understand it, or at least some parts of it,
better than you once would; and I think
it will help to fix what you have been
reading more deeply in your memory;-



FowCD from home and all its pleasures,
Afric's coast I left forlorn :
To increase a stranger's treasures,
O'er the raging billows borne.
Men from England bought and sold me,
Paid my price in paltry gold ;
But, though slave they have enrolled me,
Minds are never to be sold.

Still in thought as free as ever,-
What are England's rights, I ask,
Me from my delights to sever,
Me to torture, me to task ?
Fleecy locks and black complexion
Cannot forfeit nature's claim;
Skins may difer, but affection
Dwells in white and black the same.


Why did all-creating Nature
Make the plant for which we toil?
Sighs must fan it, tears'must water,
Sweat of urs o mu dress the soil.
Think, ye masters iron-hearted,
Lolling at your jovial boards,
Think how many backs have smarted,
For the sweets your cane affords.
Is there, as ye sometimes tell u1,-
Is there One who reigns on high ?
Has He bid you buy and mell us,
Speaking from his throne, the sky ?
Ask him if your knotted sMouges,
Matheb, blood-extorting scren ,
Are the means that duty urges,
Agents of his will to use ?
Hark I He answers,-wild tornadoes
Strewing yonder sea with wrecks;
Wasting towns, plantations, meadows,
Are the voice with which He speaks.


He foreseeing what vexations
Afric's sons should undergo,
Fix'd their tyrants' habitations
Where his whirlwinds answer-No.
By our blood in Afric wasted,
Ere our necks received the chain,
By the miseries that we tasted
Crossing in your barks the main :
By our sufferings since ye brought us
To the man-degrading mart:
All-sustain'd by patience, taught us
Only by a broken heart I
Deem our nation brutes no longer,
Till some reason ye shall find
Worthier of regard, and stronger,
Than the colour of our kind.
Slaves of gold, whose sordid dealings
Tarnish all your boasted powers,
Prove that you have human feelings,
Ere you proudly question ours I

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AND now, dear children, comes the brighter
part of my story;-the wonderful way in
which God is overruling this dreadful slave.
trade for the good of poor Africa.
About fifty years ago, the hearts of a few
pious and praying Christians began to burn
with the desire of repairing, if possible, the
wrongs which England had done to that
unhappy country. They longed to make the
poor negroes free,-not only from the yoke
of slavery, but from the still harder yoke of
Satan,-free with the liberty wherewith
Christ makes his people free. Accordingly,


this little band,-five-and-twenty in num-
ber,-met in an upper chamber" of a Lon-
don inn, and formed a Society for sending
out missionaries to the heathen, but espe-
cially to Africa. Such was the origin of the
Church Missionary Society for A/rica and
the Eat."
It was several years before men could be
found brave enough to hazard their lives on
so deadly a coast. At last two noble Ger-
mans offered themselves, and with their
lives in their hands, went forth to preachJesus
in that dark land. They were soon followed
by others, and before long a Mission was
established among the Susoos, and another
among the Bulloms. These nations lie a
little to the north of Sierra Leone. For


several years did these devoted men labour
jealously in their stations; and though one
after another was carried off by the dreadfl
country fevers, their places were cheerfully
supplied by others. The tribes, however,
for whose spiritual good they counted not
their lives dear unto them," were bent with
savage eagerness on the slave-trade. All
their energies seemed to be employed in
kidnapping or stealing their countrymen, so
that the missionaries met with comparatively
little success. Indeed, since it was soon
known that they wished to stop the cruel
traffic, their settlements were burned, and
their work opposed as much as possible
through the influence of the hardhearted
slave-traders. At length they were com.


polled, with great reluctance, to abandon the
scene of their labours, leaving behind them
many a missionary grave.
But, I see, you think that I am not
fulfilling my promise. I said I would tell
you of the good which the slave-trade has,
under God, been the occasion of effecting,
and you think that, on the contrary, I am
only telling you of still more harm that it
has done,-how it has driven away the mis-
sionaries, and shut out the Gospel of Jesus
from these poor African tribes. Yet, dear
children, severe as the disappointment
doubtless was to the persevering mis-
sionaries, to see so little fruit of their labours
among the Susoos and Bullom people, and
great as would be the trial of their faith,


God overruled even this for good, and I will
tell you how it was.
The missionaries, though driven from
their stations, were not driven from Africa;
and when no longer able to declare "the
unsearchable riches of Christ" among the
independent tribes to the north, concentrated
all their efforts in the colony of Sierra
Leone. There, of course, they were safe
under British protection; and instead of
preaching to the people of one or two
nations, they found (as I told you before,)
natives of nearly forty different tribes,
uderstanding as many languages, though
speakiy, in common, broken English.
They met, at first, even here also, with
great discouragements from the poor


negroes, who lived crowded together in
wretched huts, and were constantly quar-
relling, fighting, and stealing. They seemed
to take no interest in the message of love
which was sounded in their ears, but wor-
shipped the devil, and placed their trust in
At length, however, a ray of light dawned
upon Regent's Town, where the holy mis-
sionary, Johnson, was labouring. If you
have a map of Sierra Leone, you will find
the place marked a few miles south of Free
Town. Before long that faint but welcome
beam went on shining more and more,"
spreading from village to village, and from
station to station, until at length Sierra
Leone is light in the Lord;" and though


many heathen still remain, yet thousands of
these once wretched slaves have been made
" free indeed." There now are pesaedl Chris-
tian villages, with their neat houses and large
churches, in the place of the rude huts and
the devil temples. The children no longer
run naked about the streets, but eagerly
crowd to the schools. The girls are taught
to read, write, and work, quite as well
as children in England; and the boys in the
Grammar School learn Latin and Greek,
just as boys do in our own Grammar Schools.
Now don't you think, my children, that it
was for the good of these poor Africans that
they were torn by the slave-tade, from their
native land, since, had they remained in
their heathen homes, they would never have


heard the Gospel of Jesus, but would have
lived and died in hopeless darkness ?
But this is not all. Not a few of these
negroes, who have themselves tasted the love
of Jesus, now long to proclaim that love to
their heathen friends and relatives whom they
have left behind. To promote this blessed
end, there has for many years existed at
Fourah Bay, (dose to Free Town,) an Institu.
tion for training pious young Africans as mis-
sionaries to their countrymen. This build-
ing, however, has for some time been too
small, and a beautiful College is now erect-
ing on the very spot where once a slave-fac-
tory stood I Its rafters, too, are made of the
planks of condemned slave-ships; so that
the very boards which were once soaked

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with the blood, and moistened with the teea
of the wretched Africans, now re-echo their
songs of praise 1 Yes, and from the self-same
place where once Satan, slavery, and cruelty
reigned unchecked, there are now to go
forth heralds of liberty, messengers of love,
to many a degraded and benighted tribe!
Thus, you see, the slave-trade is actually pro-
vidisg a nursery of native misionaries, who
will be able to penetrate to parts of Africa
where a white man could not safely ven-
ture, because they are able to bear the
climate, and are not so liable to the fevers
which have proved fatal to such numbers
of Europeans 1
Oh, who can tell what may not be the
result, when these native missionaries, who


are now training at Fourah Bay, shall have
spread through the country, far and wide,
each bearing the glad tidings of salvation
through the blood of Jesus P
I will give you in my next chapter, the
history of the first student who was admitted
into the Fourah Bay Institution, because it
presents in an actual case, and in a single
example, an illustration-the most wonderful
illustration I know-of the manner in which
God has overruled the wicked slave-trade
for good.



Ir you look again at the map of Africa,
dear children, you will find, on its we-ern
coast, a large gulf, called the Gulf of
Guinea, and within that, a bay, named the
Bight of Benin. About 100 miles inland,
lies the Yoruba country, in which is situated
Ochugu, the native place of the little dave
about whom I am going to tell you.
One morning, early in the year 1821,
the sun rose brightly on the town, and
found the inhabitants busily preparing to
pursue their usual occupations. Some were
doing one thing, some another. But I will
i 2


introduce you, at once, to the family of
Adjai, for that was the name of the little slave-
boy. It consists of his father, mother, two
little sisters, (the one a baby, only ten
months old,) a young cousin, and himself,-at
that time about eleven years of age. They
are busily preparing breakfast,-little dream-
ing that any danger is near,-when suddenly
a rumour spreads through the town, that the
Eyo Mahomedans (who are constantly at
war, and engaged in carrying off slaves,)
are marching against the town. Oh, then,
what instant anguish and confusion do the
tidings cause The fathers seize their bows,
and rush out to the gates of the town to resist
the invaders. The mothers collect their
little ones around them, and, with as muck


baggage as they can carry, prepare to flee.
But no;-the place is already surrounded;-
and escape is impossible. After a few hours'
hard fighting, the enemy force the gates, and
enter the town.
Adjai's poor father rushes back for an
instant into his house, to urge his family to
flee for their liberty; he then leaves them,
and they never see him more. They try to
follow his advice, but the town has already
been set on fire, and the enemy fill the
streets. Adjai, with his sister, his cousin,
his mother, and the baby, are soon made
captives; cords are tied round their necks,
and they are driven away from the home of
their childhood. Before they have got half
way through the town, some Foulabs


(another tribe, forming part of the invading
army,) separate Adjai's little cousin from the
rest of the party.
They were now to be taken to a town
called Isehi, about twenty miles from
Ochugu,--and oh, it was a sad, sad journey I
Mothers and children, brothers and sisters,
and even the aged grandmothers, all bound
together, were driven on, without pity,
beneath the burning sun. They passed, on
the road, heaps of ruins and ashes, the
remains of once flourishing villages, which
had been destroyed, like their own, by the
cruel slave-stealers. About sunset, they
reached a little spring of water, which was
indeed a welcome sight, after their long,
thirsty march. They drank freely of it, and


their conquerors gave them, at the same time,
a little parched corn to eat. Refreshed by
this, they pursued their course, and about
midnight arrived at Isehi. The next morning,
the cords were taken off their necks, and they
were brought to the Chief of their captors, to
be presented as trophies at his feet. A
division of the spoil soon began, and then
how tremblingly did each little family wait
to know whether its members were to be
separated one from another! Their fears,
alams I were not without reason. Adjai and
his sister fell to the share of the principal
Chief, while his mother and the baby were
made the property of the victors. At once
they were torn asunder, not daring to cry


aloud, but venting their grief in heavy sobs.
A little later in the day, Adjai was exchanged
by the Chief for a horse; and thus, within
the space of four-and-twenty hours, the poor
little slave was deprived of his father, his
home, and his liberty; separated from his
dear mother and darling sisters, and made
the property of three different people in
succession I
The horse, however, did not suit, and in
two months was returned. Adjai, conse-
quently, was restored to the Chief who had
bartered him away, and was taken to a town
called Dahdah. Here, to his great comfort,
he met-who do you think ?-his own dear
mother and baby-sister I It was indeed a


happy meeting; tears of joy rolled down
their cheeks, and his little sister skipped
with delight.
He spent about three months almost
happily at Dahdah, employed in fetching
grass for the horses, sometimes allowed to
visit his mother at her master's house, and
little dreaming that they would ever again
be separated.
At length, however, he was ordered, one
sad evening, to go with a man to receive
some money, (so it was pretended,) at a
neighboring house. He went with many
fears, for which he could not account, and,
to his surprise and horror, found himself
added to a number of other fettered
captives, who were to be led away to a


distant slave-market, early the next morn-
No sleep did poor Adjai get that
wretched night; he spent it all in tears
and sobs, and heard the first cock crow.
Scarcely was the signal given, when the
traders rose. The men-slaves were loaded
with baggage; and then, each having one
hand chained to his neck, the unhappy
drove of prisoners began their sad journey.
Another little boy was in the same condition
as Adjai, for his mother, too, was in Dahdah.
He cried very much, and begged very hard
to be allowed to see her once more, but he
was soon silenced by punishment. Adjai
took warning from the fate of his poor little
companion, and did not venture to speak,

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even though he thought that he passed the
very house in which his mother was. Thus
he was torn from his only surviving parent,
and his last little sister, without any hope of
ever meeting them. again.
As you look round, dear children, on
your own loved relations, and happy homes,
pray to be more thankful than ever for
having them spared to you.



Arra a few days' journey from Dahdah,
Adjai arrived at Ijahi, the market-town.
Before long, he was sold to a Mahomedan
woman, with whom he travelled about to
many other places on the way to the Popo
country. At length they came to a town
named Toko. Here he lived about three
months, his mistress allowing him some
degree of freedom, and letting him walk
about the town with her son. Sometimes
she would tell them that she was soon
going to send them to the Popo country, to
buy tobacco, and other things, to sell on


their return. Poor Adjai suspected that this
was the signal for his being sold to the
Portuguese, who, as he had heard, were
often in that country. The notion preyed
upon his mind; he lost all his appetite, and
soon became quite ill. At length the wicked
thought came into his head, that, rather
than be sold to the white men," he would
kill himself, in one way or other. For
several nights, accordingly, he tried to
strangle himself with his belt, but had not
courage to draw the noose tight enough.
The Lord, who had purposes of love in
store for Adjai, and a work for him to do,
still watched over his life, though he knew
it not, and suffered him to do himself no
harm." He next made up his mind that


he would throw himself out of the canoe
into the river, which, he was told, they
would have to cross before they reached the
Popo country. While he was thus planning,
his mistress, who saw a great change in his
appearance, and feared, perhaps, that he
would die, hastily sold him. After his price
had been counted out before his eyes, he
was delivered up to his new owners, full of
fear and sorrow, for he knew not whither he
was now to be led. Early the next morning,
the party set out for a place called Jabbo.
When they had arrived at Ikkeku Yere,
(mother town,) they halted, and here again,
Adjai several times renewed his attempt to
strangle himself at night, but was unable to
effect his purpose.


It was not long before he was brtered
away for tobacco, rum, and other articles.
He still remained, however, at the same place,
in fetters, alone, it being some time before his
new owner could obtain as many slaves as he
wished. At another town he was again
alone, for about two months more. At
length he was brought, after a few days'
march, to a slave-market called Ikosy. It
was situated near the sea-coast, and on the
banks of a broad river, which was most likely
the lagos. The sight of the river frightened
him very much, for he had never as yet
seen anything like it. Before the sun had
set, he was again sold for some tobacco, and
became the property of another owner. He
was by this time so used to such changes,


that he thought nothing of the event, in
comparison with having to approach the
dreadful river. Crying was no longer a
sufficient vent to his feelings; he became
quite stiff with terror. His alarm was soon
increased, when he was ordered to enter the
water, and wade to a canoe, which was wait-
ing at a little distance from the shore to
convey him to the opposite bank. It was
with trembling that he prepared to obey;
and so slowly and cautiously did he put
one foot before the other, that the men, who
had no time to spare, took him up, and
carrying him to the canoe, laid him among
the corn-bags. They then gave him a little
cake for his dinner, but such was the terror of
the poor boy, that, instead of attempting toeat,


he remained almost motionless, with the
cake in his hand, till the end of his voyage.
The river being very wide, it was nearly
four o'clock the next morning, before they
reached the opposite shore.
Thus again, dear children, you cannot
but notice God's protecting care over poor
Adjai. You know he had threatened to
throw himself into the river and drown
himself, the first opportunity he could find;
but, when he actually came to the water,
he was so terrified at it that the thought
never entered his head,--on the contrary, he
would gladly have escaped from the sight.
Having arrived at Eko,--which is the
name of the opposite coast,-Adjai war
allowed to go where he pleased; it being


quite impossible for him to escape to his
own country, on account of the river.
Although Eko was partly inhabited by Por-
tuguese and Spaniards, he was there three
months before he saw a single white man.
One evening, however, a party of six took
a walk, and passed down the street in
which he was living. The poor boy was
afraid to look at them, from the fear that
they had come for him. Nor was the appre-
hension altogether groundless, for, in a few
days, he was sold to a Portuguese. Though
he had long been accustomed to slavery,
and had so often passed from owner
to owner, yet it was not without great
alarm and trembling, that he felt for the
first time the touch of a "white man,.


when his new master examined him to see
whether he was strong and healthy. The
hard-hearted Portuguese soon proceeded to
put iron fetters on the necks of all his
slaves, even of the little boys. Through
each of these a long chain was passed,
secured at both ends with a padlock, so that
men and boys were fastened together in one
long line. The poor lads now suffered very
much, for sometimes the men would get
angry, and jerk the chain with such violence,
as to bruise their little necks. When, too, the
time came for sleep, they would draw it so
close, (in order that they might be more
comfortable, by having a less weight to
bear,) that the poor little fellows were
almost choked, or bruised to death. Then


again, the room in which they were shut up
at night had no windows, and only one
door, which was locked as soon as they
entered it, so that sometimes they were
nearly suffocated. At length, however, the
number of men was increased, and the
chain not being long enough for all who
were brought, the boys had the happiness
of being separated from the party, and
corded together by themselves. In this
state they remained about four months.
Tidings presently arrived that the
English were sailing near; but as the pri-
soners did not know that the object of the
cruisers was to liberate them, they were
only filled with fresh sorrow at the news, to
think that there must be war at sea as well


as on land,--a thing they had never heard
of before.
After a few weeks' delay, they were
embarkedone night in a canoe, and the
next morning put on board a slave-ship,
which lay near, waiting for them, and
which immediately sailed away with a cargo
of 187 unhappy prisoners.
The crew were so busy packing the
slaves, that they had no time to give them
either breakfast or supper; whilst they, not
being used to the motion of the ship,
suffered the whole of the day from sea-
Here, then, just pause a moment, dear
children, and try to fancy what would be
the agonizing feelings of poor Adjai's heart


on that sad day. The last link which bound
him to his native land was severed,--the
last hope of ever again meeting his beloved
relatives was dashed to the ground;--and
there was he, without a friend to comfort
him, on the wide ocean, on board the ship
which was tearing him away from all that
was dear to him, to a distant land, that
he might pass the remainder of his days in
hopeless slavery. Even then, however, he
was not beyond the merciful care and
almighty help of our Heavenly Father.
Even then, deliverance was near at hand,
though he knew it not.



ON the very next evening after poor
Adjai and his companions in misery were
thus embarked, the slaver was surprised and
captured by two English ships of war; and
accordingly the prisoners found themselves,
early next morning, in the hands of new
conquerors, at whose long swords they
were, at first, much frightened. Soon,
however, they had the satisfaction of seeing the
cruel Portuguese slave-dealer bound, together
with all his sailors, except the cook, who
was preparing breakfast. As they had not
tasted anything for so long a time, the poor


Africans were very hungry, and being now
at liberty, began to range the vessel, helping
themselves to whatever they could meet
with. Finding that they were not pre-
vented from satisfying their wants, they
were disposed to entertain a more favour-
able opinion of their new captors than
before. Their fears, however, were shortly
afterwards again excited; for scarcely had
they finished breakfast, when they were
divided among the vessels lying around
them,-two or three brigs having, by this
time, joined the cruisers. Not knowing
what was about to be done with them,
Adjai and five of his younger companions
kept close together, hoping that, at least,
they might be carried off in a body. They


were not disappointed. Before long, 'all
six were taken on board one of the men-of.
war, but were greatly concerned on their
arrival to discover no trace of their
companions. They soon, however, came
to a conclusion as to what had become
of them. And what do you think was
the strange fancy that entered their heads P
Observing some pieces of pork hanging
up, and a number of cannon-balls arranged
along the deck, the poor lads felt persuaded
that the former was the flesh, and that the
latter were the heads of their unfortunate
companions, whom the white men had
killed to eat as meat. Of course, they ex-
pected that the turn might soon come for
themselves to be served in the same manner.


You are ready, dear children, to smile at
their groundless fears, but I am not sure
that you would not have felt the same,
had you been placed in a similar position.
Happily, it was not long before they were
undeceived. On closer examination, the
cloven foot of the hog removed all appre-
hension as to its being human flesh, while,
on cautiously approaching the shots, they
found, to their relief, that they were iron.
In a few days, the little Africans (for we
must no longer call them slaves,) were quite
at home on board the man-of-war. They
were supplied with clothes, and were chosen
by the different sailors as their own boys
during the rest of the voyage. The Portu.
guese dealer was brought, with his son,


into the same ship, and bound in chains,
whilst his former slaves were free. Secure
of never again falling into his hand%,
Adjai one day struck him on the hesd,
whilst he was being shaved by his son.
This was very wrong, but you mutt
remember that our poor little black friend
was, as yet, an ignorant heathen, and had
not learnt to forgive his enemies, and to ren-
der good for evil.
After cruising about for two months and
a half, he and his young companions wee
landed at Sierra Leone, on the 17th of June,
1822, and, on the same day, was sent, with
thirty other newly-arrived boys, to Bathurst,
about seven miles from Fans Town. Here,
to their great joy, they met many of their


country-people, who assured them of their
liberty, and whom, at length, they very
gladly believed.
Just think, dear children, what joy it
would be to feel assured that all their suffer-
ings were now over, and to know that they
were with kind friends, who would care for
them and protect them I They had, however,
one more fright. After they had been at
Bathurst a few days, they were sent for to
Free Town, to bear witness in court against
their late owner, the Portuguese. It hav-
ing been mischievously hinted by some one,
that they might again be given up to him,
they made up their minds that they would
never go within reach of him, unless they
were carried by force. Poor Adjai, especially,


could not but remember his bad conduct to
the trader on board the man-of-war, and he
did not know what might be the consequence
if he once more fell into his hands. As time
was precious, and all persuasion was found
to be useless, the boys were at length com-
pelled, by a good whipping, to do as they
were bid. After this, it was, as you may
suppose, no small joy to them when they
safely returned in the evening to their
friends at Bathurst.
A kind missionary and his wife now took
charge of Adjai and his young companions,
although they had already 200 African boys
and girls under their care. They sent him,
at once, to the mission-school, where a black


monitor began to teach him the alphabet;
but so delighted was he with his new
employment, and so eager to get forward
in it, that two hours' teaching.in the school
was not enough for him. His first step,
therefore, was to go into the town, and beg
a halfpenny from his countrymen. With
this he bought a card, which had both
large and small letters printed upon it.
He next engaged one of the little school-
children as his teacher, and so diligent wai
he, that in about three days he knew the
alphabet pretty well. It was still some
time before he could quite master the
difference between the little b's and d's, and
the p's and q's; he persevered, however, and


in six months after his arrival at Sierra Leone,
was able to read the New Testament! He
was then made a monitor, and received
sevenpence-halfpenny a month for his



You must remember, dear children, that
though Adjai had been made free from the
yoke of his cruel owner, and though his
mind was now being cultivated, and his
conscience enlightened, yet his heart was
still dark, and he remained under the yoke
of Satan. At length, the instructions of
the faithful missionaries were blessed to
their little scholar, and "God who com-
manded the light to shine out of darkness,
shined into the heart of the young captive,
and made him doubly free.
When the missionaries were fully con-

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vinced that a work of grace had been
begun in his heart, they baptized him, on
the 11th of December, 1825. He then
gave up his heathen name of Adjai, and
received that of "Samuel Crowther," after a
pious clergyman in England.
In 1826, Samuel visited this country
for a short time. He longed to remain,
and to learn what might qualify him to be
a teacher to his countrymen; but the Lord's
time had not yet fully come.
Very soon after his return to Africa, the
Fourah Bay Institution, to which I have
already referred, was opened, and he was
admitted as the first student. He there
received a measure of the wished-for instruc-
tion; and the warmest desire of his heart was


in some degree granted, for he was enabled
to engage in the service of Christ, which,
as he now testifies from experience, is
" perfect freedom." It was at this period
that, taking a review of his past life, he
was taught to call the day of his captivity
a blessed day, because it was the day which
God had marked out for him to set out on
his journey from the land of heathenism,
superstition, and vice, to a place where His
Gospel was preached."
In the year 1829, Samuel was married
to a Christian woman, and God has given
them several dear children, whose names are
Abigail, Josiah, Samuel, Susanna, Juliana,
and Dandeson. For many years he laboured
actively and devotedly in the colony of


Sierra Leone, as the schoohlmter of
Regent's Town. Yet useful as he was there,
the Lord had still higher work for him to
In the year 1841 three ships were fitted
out by England to sail up the river Niger,
which flows into the Gulf of Guinea. The
object of our Queen, in sending them, was
to persuade the chiefs of the nations on
its banks to give up the cruel practice
of selling their countrymen for slaves,
and instead of this, to cultivate their land,
and trade with its produce.
This was the Niger expedition, of which
you have, doubtless, often heard. The
ships were called the Albert, the Wilber-
force, and the Soudan, which last is the


name of an African river, a branch of the
As the ships were to pass not very far
from the native country of Samuel
Crowther, he was desired by the Committee
of the Church Missionary Society to
accompany them, in the capacity of native
interpreter. He went accordingly, and
God preserved him amidst -all the danger,
the sickness, and the fearful mortality which
befel the expedition. He returned in
safety to his family, with his desire to
benefit his country deepened, and with the
earnest wish that, since it had pleased God,
by sickness and death, thus to disappoint
the efforts of Europeans for preparing the
way of the Gospel into the interior of


Africa, the sons of Africa themselves
might receive such instruction as should
qualify them to act, not only as teachers,
but as missionaries to their countrymen.
His desire was granted, and he was the
first selected for the glorious work. He
came over a second time to England, and
was now admitted as a student into the
college at Islington, where most of the
missionaries of the Church Misionary
Society are educated. While there, his
consistent Christian conduct made him
beloved by all who knew him. At length,
after having given full proof of fitness for
his great work, he was admitted, by the
Lord Bishop of London, to the sacred oioe
of the Christian ministry.


Oh think, dear children, what a solemn
season the day of his ordination would
be to Samuel I What emotions would
crowd into his mind as he felt the Bishop's
hand laid upon his head, and as he received
into his own hands the Bible, with
" authority to preach the Word of God I "
Then would he see, more clearly than
ever, the riches of that mercy which had
separated him, in childhood, from his
heathen home, not only that he himself
might know and love the Saviour, but
that he might be that Saviour's ambassador
to his dark, yet still beloved land.
Yes, little Adjai, the poor black slave-boy,
is now an ordained minister of the Gospel, a
missionary of the Lord Jesus Christ 1 And


where do you think he is labouring ? Is he,
do you suppose, feeding one of the little flocks
which have been gathered into the fold of
Christ at Sierra Leone ? Or, is he spending
his strength in travelling among the scattered
villages of the interior, preaching to here a
few, and there a few, besides running the
risk of being again captured and enslaved ?
Neither of these is his sphere of duty.
The slave-trade, which had been so
wonderfully made to provide the missionary,
was made to provide his station aleo.
Perhaps you do not quite understand me,
so I will try to explain what I mean.
The natives of the Yoruba country, which,
you will remember, was Samuel Crowther's
native land, used formerly to live in scattered

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