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WILLIAM G. ALLEN,
(Colored American,)
FORMERLY PROFESSOR OF THE GREEK LANGUAGE AND LITERATURE IN NEW YORK CENTRAL COLLEGE
RESIDENT FOR THE LAST FOUR YEARS IN DUBLIN.
DUBLIN: SOLD BY THE AUTHOR, AND BY WILLIAM CURRY & CO., 9, UPPER SACKVILLE-STREET, AND J. ROBERTSON, 8 GRAFTON-STREET.
1860
PRICE ONE s.h.i.+LLING.
DUBLIN: PRINTED BY ROBERT CHAPMAN, TEMPLE LANE DAME STREET.
PREFACE.
In preparing this little narrative, I have not sought to make a book, but simply to tell my own experiences both in the slaveholding and non-slaveholding States of America, in as few words as possible. The facts here detailed throw light upon many phases of American life, and add one more to the tens of thousands of ill.u.s.trations of the terrible power with which slavery has spread its influences into the Northern States of the Union--penetrating even the inmost recesses of social life.
W. G. A.
DONNYBROOK, DUBLIN, _January, 1860._
A SHORT PERSONAL NARRATIVE.
I was born in Virginia, but not in slavery. The early years of my life were spent partly in the small village of Urbanna, on the banks of the Rappahannock, partly in the city of Norfolk, near the mouth of the James' River, and partly in the fortress of Monroe, on the sh.o.r.es of the Chesapeake. I was eighteen years in Virginia. My father was a white man, my mother a mulattress, so that I am what is generally termed a quadroon. Both parents died when I was quite young, and I was then adopted by another family, whose name I bear. My parents by adoption were both coloured, and possessed a flouris.h.i.+ng business in the fortress of Monroe.
I went to school a year and a half in Norfolk. The school was composed entirely of coloured children, and was kept by a man of color, a Baptist minister, who was highly esteemed, not only as a teacher, but as a preacher of rare eloquence and power. His color did not debar him from taking an equal part with his white brethren in matters pertaining to their church.
But the school was destined to be of short duration. In 1831, Nathaniel Turner, a slave, having incited a number of his brethren to avenge their wrongs in a summary manner, marched by night with his comrades upon the town of Southampton, Virginia, and in a few hours put to death about one hundred of the white inhabitants. This act of Turner and his a.s.sociates struck such terror into the hearts of the whites throughout the State, that they immediately, as an act of retaliation or vengeance, abolished every colored school within their borders; and having dispersed the pupils, ordered the teachers to leave the State forthwith, and never more to return.
I now went to the fortress of Monroe, but soon found that I could not get into any school there. For, though being a military station, and therefore under the sole control of the Federal Government, it did not seem that this place was free from the influence of slavery, in the form of prejudice against color. But my parents had money, which always and everywhere has a magic charm. I was also of a persevering habit; and what therefore I could not get in the schools I sought among the soldiers in the garrison, and succeeded in obtaining. Many of the rank and file of the American army are highly educated foreigners; some of them political refugees, who have fled to America and become unfortunate, oftentimes from their own personal habits. I now learned something of several languages, and considerable music. My German teacher, a common soldier, was, by all who knew him, reputed to be both a splendid scholar and musician. I also now and then bought the services of other teachers, which greatly helped to advance me.
Many of the slaveholders aided my efforts. This seems like a paradox; but, to the credit of humanity, be it said, that the bad are not always bad. One kind-hearted slaveholder, an army officer, gave me free access to his valuable library; and another slaveholder, a naval officer, who frequented the garrison, presented me, as a gift, with a small but well selected library, which formerly belonged to a deceased son.
My experience, therefore, in the State of Virginia, is, in many respects, quite the opposite of that which others of my cla.s.s have been called to undergo.
Could I forget how often I have stood at the foot of the market in the city of Norfolk, and heard the cry of the auctioneer--"What will you give for this man?"--"What for this woman?"--"What for this child?"
Could I forget that I have again and again stood upon the sh.o.r.es of the Chesapeake, and, while looking out upon that splendid bay, beheld s.h.i.+ps and brigs carrying into unutterable misery and woe men, women and children, victims of the most cruel slavery that ever saw the sun; could I forget the innumerable scenes of cruelty I have witnessed, and blot out the remembrance of the degradation, intellectual, moral and spiritual, which everywhere surrounded me--making the country like unto a den of dragons and pool of waters--my reminiscence of Virginia were indeed a joy and not a sorrow.
Some things I do think of with pleasure. A grand old State is Virginia.
No where else, in America at least, has nature revealed herself on a more munificent scale. Lofty mountains, majestic hills, beautiful valleys, magnificent rivers cover her bosom. A genial clime warms her heart. Her resources are exhaustless. Why should she not move on?
Execrated for ever be this wretched slavery--this disturbing force. It kills the white man--kills the black man--kills the master--kills the slave--kills everybody and everything. Liberty is, indeed, the first condition of human progress, and the especial hand-maiden of all that in human life is beautiful and true.
I attained my eighteenth year. About this time the Rev. W. H---- of New York city visited the fortress of Monroe, and opened a select school. He was a white man, and of a kind and benevolent nature. He could not admit me into his school, nevertheless he took a deep interest in my welfare.
He aided my studies in such ways as he could, and, on his return to the State of New York (he remained but a short time in Virginia), acquainted the Honorable Gerrit Smith, of Peterboro, with my desires. Mr. Smith's sympathies were immediately touched on my behalf. He requested the Rev.
W. H---- to write to me at once, and extend to me an invitation to visit the State of New York, enter college, and graduate at his expense--if need be.
I have to remark just here that at the time of the visit of the Rev. W.
H---- to the fortress of Monroe, my parents were in greatly reduced circ.u.mstances, owing to a destructive fire which had recently taken place, and burned to the ground a most valuable property. The fire was supposed to be the work of incendiaries--low whites of the neighbourhood, who had become envious of my parents' success. There was no insurance on the property. Under these circ.u.mstances I gladly accepted the kind offer of Mr. Smith. His generous nature then and there turned towards me in friends.h.i.+p; and, I am happy to be able to add, he has ever continued my friend from that day to this.
Mr. Smith is one of the n.o.blest men that America has ever produced; and is especially remarkable for his profound appreciation of that sublime command of our Saviour, "All things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them." Where he treads no angel of sorrow follows.
He is a man of vast estates--a millionaire. He is also what in America is termed a land reformer. He believes that every man should possess an inviolable homestead. He himself possesses by inheritance millions of acres in the Northern and Eastern States of America; and shows his sincerity and consistency by parcelling off from time to time such portions of these lands as are available, in lots of forty or fifty acres each, and presenting the deeds thereof, free of charge, to the deserving landless men, white or black, in the region where the lands in question are located. He also long since vacated the splendid Peterboro'
mansion, into possession of which he came on the death of his father; and now resides, himself and family, in a simple cottage near Peterboro', with only forty acres attached. His sympathies are not bounded by country or clime. He sent into Ireland, during the famine of 1847, the largest single donation that reached the country from abroad.
He was elected to the United States Congress a few years ago, as one of the members for New York, but resigned his seat after holding it only a year--probably feeling outraged by the manners and morals, not to say superlative wickedness, of so many of his a.s.sociates. Whatever may have been the cause which induced him to resign, he did well to give up his post. Nature had evidently not set him to the work. Of great ability, winning eloquence, and undoubted moral courage, his heart and temper were too soft and apologetic to deal with the bl.u.s.tering tyrants who fill too many of the seats of both houses of Congress.
Mr. Smith is truly a great orator. He has in an eminent degree the first qualification thereof--a great heart. His voice is a magnificent ba.s.s, deep, full, sonorous; and, being as melodious as deep, it gives him enviable power over the hearts and sympathies of men.
In personal appearance he is extremely handsome. Large and n.o.ble in stature, with a face not only beautiful, but luminous with the reflection of every Christian grace.
He is now engaged in the care of his vast estates, and in his private enterprises, scarcely private, since they are all for the public good.
He is sixty-two years of age. A true Christian in every exalted sense of the term, long may he live an honor and a blessing to his race.
Having accepted the invitation of this gentleman, I prepared to leave the South. On making arrangements for a pa.s.sage from Norfolk to Baltimore, I found that the "Free Papers" which every man of color in a slave state must possess, in order to be able to prove, in case of his being apprehended at any time, that he is not an absconding slave, were of very little avail. I must needs have a "Pa.s.s" as well, or I could not leave. However I obtained this doc.u.ment without much trouble, and as it is a curious specimen of American literature, I will give it. It does not equal, to be sure, the "charming pages" of Was.h.i.+ngton Irving, but it is certainly quite as ill.u.s.trative in its way:--
"Norfolk, Oct. 1839.
"The bearer of this, William G. Allen, is permitted to leave Norfolk by the Steam Boat Jewess, Capt. Sutton, for Baltimore.
"Signed, J. F. Hunter "Agent, Baltimore Steam Packet Company."
This doc.u.ment was also countersigned by one of the justices of the peace. Really, there is something preposterous about these slaveholders.
They make all sorts of attempts to drive the free colored people out of their borders; but when a man of this cla.s.s wishes to go of his own accord, he must that be _permitted_!
I reached Baltimore in safety, but now found that neither "Free Papers"
nor "Pa.s.s" were of any further use. I desired to take the train to Philadelphia _en route_ to New York. I must this time get a white man to testify to my freedom, or further I could not go. Or, worse still, if no such man could be found, I must be detained in Baltimore and lodged in jail! By no means a pleasant prospect. There was no time to be lost. My previous experience had taught me this truth--the more we trust, the more we are likely to find to trust. Acting upon this principle, and putting in practice my studies in physiognomy, I presently found a friend among the crowd; who, being satisfied with my statements and the doc.u.ments I presented, kindly gave the desired testimony. The ticket seller then recorded my name, age, and personal appearance in his book, and delivered me my ticket. I now had no further trouble, and reached the college (in the State of New York) in safety.
Remaining at this college (Oneida Inst.i.tute, Whitesboro') five years, I graduated with some honor and little cost to my patron, Mr. Smith. I quite paid my way by private tuitions: during one vacation I taught a school in Canada.