The Slave

              Slavery
is  sustained  by the
purchase
of its productions.
THE SLAVE
HIS WRONGS, AND THEIR REMEDY.
If there were
no  consumers  of
slave-produce,
there would be no
slaves.
No. 37.
JANUARY, 1854.
£One Halfpenny.]
THE DEATH OF UNCLE TOM.
The southern journals protest against the beau¬
tiful romance of Mrs. Stowe, on the ground that
its incidents are exaggerated, although the ac¬
complished writer, in her  Key to Uncle Tom,
has justified every event and circumstance which
she describes, by citing parallel facts. But if the
Key had never been prepared, the columns of
the southern journals themselves would have fur¬
nished ample evidence of the substantial truth of
Mrs. Stowe's representations. No one of her in¬
cidents, for instance, has created more remark
than the death of Uncle Tom by means of the
violence of Legree  and it has been said that no
such villain, as he is made to be, could exist, and
that no such event as the murder of an old, faith¬
ful, and pious slave, by his owner, was likely to
occur. Yet, read the following paragraph, which
is extracted from the Carrolton (Louisiana) /Star,
of the 23rd ult.:—- We grieve, for the honour of the town, to
have to record an inhuman outrage practised on
the body of an old negro of this place, named
Johnson, the slave of Charles Hines, by Hines
himself, which resulted in death. The negro was
nearly ninety years of age, and universally vene¬
rated for his soberness and honesty, as well for
his revolutionary reminiscences. The monster-
master, taking umbrage at some petty offence,
deliberately whipped, stamped, and kicked him
to death on Saturday last. The fellow feigned
sickness, as is supposed, to cover a design of es¬
cape, and even had the hardihood to affect a fear
of immediate death, and to go through the funeral
farce of making a public will. Officer Kenner
left two deputies on guard at his residence till
Monday, when the body of the negro was disin¬
terred, and an inquest held over it by the coroner.
The unanimous verdict of the jury—several phy¬
sicians being present, also assenting—was, that
he died from the effects of the blows and kicks
he had received from his master. Persons who
witnessed the examination, say the sight was sick¬
ening, his whole back cut and bruised into jelly,
and the lower part of his body nearly kicked to
pieces. Immediately after the inquest, the mon¬
ster was taken to jail. Let him go down hand
in hand with Legree, a hideous verification of
that horrible villain.
Here is an actual occurrence of only a day or
two since, rivalling, if not surpassing in its atrocity,
the fictitious death of Uncle Tom; and the
southern writer who narrates it, is forced, in the
honesty of his indignation, to confess the existence
of a class of masters of which Legree is a type.
An old man, who had reached the almost pa¬
triarchal age of ninety-one, who appears, too, to
have served in the revolutionary war, everywhere
respected for his sobriety and virtue, and, doubt¬
less, a member of some Christian church, is
deliberately whipped and kicked to death by a
brute who is called his master 
Is there, we ask, anything in any of the novels
that have been written to shew the fiendish in¬
fluences of the irresponsible slave-system, more
deadly than this  Yet, we are gravely told by
the southern critics, that these novels do their
society the grossest injustice, and are libels upon
the truth,—New York Evening Post, Oct. 1853.
GOING HOME.
Mr. J. B. Thompson, a fugitive from slavery,
who was compelled to flee from Philadelphia after
the passage of the "Fugitive Slave Act, and
who sought a refuge in Canada, has succeeded in
securing the sum of 800 dollars, with which to
purchase his freedom. The whole of this sum
has been raised since the 1st of March  and the
zeal, energy, affection, and talents of Thompson's
wife, have contributed greatly to the success of
her husband's own untiring exertions. Mr.
Thompson called on us on his way to Canada,
when the human bloodhounds were baying on his
track. His good wife informed us, on Friday,
8th inst, that Lyman Jones, Esq. of Montreal,
had negotiated with the man-stealer in Virginia,
who claimed her husband, and who had consented
to release all claim on him for 800 dollars; and
that, as they had the money, they were now
returning home.
The simple story of Mrs. Thompson, commenc¬
ing with the visit of her husband's "master" to
her home in Philadelphia, and ending at the col¬
lection of the last 250 dollars of the needed sum,
was as graphic as a chapter of  Uncle Tom.
Her husband, who is a smart, good-looking,
energetic mulatto, left Virginia eight years ago,
and settled in Philadelphia, where, at the time of
his flight, he had two shaving and hair-dressing
establishments, besides owning, in his wife's
right, a homestead.