The Great Plea for Freedom!

MY BONDAGE AND MY FREEDOM,

BY FREDERICK DOUGLASS.

Part I.-Life as a Slave. Part II.-Life as a Freeman.

WITH AN INTRODUCTION, BY DR. JAMES M'CUNE SMITH.

With Steel Portrait and other Illustrations, 464 pp. 12mo. Price $1 25. This book is remarkable not only for the touching interest and force of the story, but also for its fairness and candor. Hundreds of the first critics in this country and in Europe, have given it the fullest and warmest commendations.

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The mere fact that a member of an outcast and enslaved race should accomplish his freedom, and educate himself up to an equality of intellectual and moral vigor with the leaders of the race by which he was held in bondage, is in itself so remarkable, that the story of the change cannot be otherwise than exciting. For ourselves, we confess to have read it with the unbroken attention with which we absorbed Uncle Tom's Cabin. It has the advantage of the latter book, in that it is no fiction. In the details of the early life of the author upon the plantation, of his youthful thoughts on life and destiny, and of the means by which he gradually worked his way to freedom, there is much that is profoundly touching. Our English literature has recorded many an example of genius strug gling against adversity; yet none of these are so impressive as the case of the solitary slave, in a remote district, surrounded by none but enemies, conceiving the project of his escape, teaching himself to read and write to facilitate it, accomplishing it at last, and subsequently raising himself to a leadership in a great movement in behalf of his brethren.-Putnam's Monthly Magazine.

I confess never to have read a novel more thrillingly fascinating. I envy not the man or woman, North or South, who can read with a dry eye the touching account of his child-life; of the gradual dawning of the terrible truth that he was a slave; the haunting specter that dogged his childish footsteps by day and troubled his dreams by night; and his first heart-breaking initiation into his thralldom. Then, too, the pathetic picture of his slave-mother's stolen night visits, touched off with an artistic skill and power which Nature alone could teach. Then his unaided and doubtful struggle with the cowardly, ruffianly negro breaker, Covey, prolonged hour after hour, at fearful odds against the slave; his victory at last; the sly touch of humor with which he details the denouement, and the instantaneous change which that victory over the God-forsaken wretch effected in his whole being, transforming him at once from a slave to a MAN, who had struck the first desperate blow for Freedom! In any other country, under any other circumstances, such a sublime and unaided defence of tyranny would have won the world's applause; and why not for Fred. Douglass?-God's noblest work-a MAN, though carved in bronze.-Funny Fern.

Here is a man not yet forty years of age, who was a born thrall; who felt the iron eat into his soul; who records only what he personally experienced; who gives dates and places; who names circumstances and persons; whose body yet bears the marks of the cruel lash; who remained twenty-one years in bondage; who escaped from that bitter slavery; who, a self-taught man, has exhibited true eloquence of speech and pen, at home and in Europe, in advocacy of his race's claim to freedom; who has conducted a newspaper in this State for several years with success; whose exemption from being claimed as a fugitive is owing solely to the fact that, long after his escape, his friends pur ehased his freedom from his quondam "master:" and who, living, acting, speaking among us, possesses more vital interest for men who think than would the heroes of twenty negro romans, even though each of them was as highly wrought as that written by Mrs. Stowe. My Bondage, so forcible in its evident truth, is one of the most interesting, exciting, and thought-awakening books in our language. In every way it is remarkable-not only in what it relates, but in the manner of the relation. In truth, the literary merit of the book is very great. As a nere literary production, it would be creditable to the first English writer of the day.-New York Times.

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The Narrative of SOLOMON NORTHUP, a citizen of New York, Kidnapped in Washington City, in 1841, and Rescued in 1853, from a Cotton Plantation near Red River, Louisiana.

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The narrative will be read with interest by every one who can sympathize with a human being struggling for freedom.-Buff. Cour.

The volume cannot fail to gain a wide circulation. No one can contemplate the scenes which are here so naturally set forth, without a new conviction of the hideousness of the institution from which the subject of the narrative has happily escaped.-N. Y. Tribune. We think the story as affecting as any tale of sorrow could be.-N. Y. Evangelist. It proves conclusively that Uncle Tom's Cabin is a truthful history of American Slavery, though drawn under the veil of fiction.-Otsego Rep.

Next to Uncle Tom's Cabin, the extraordinary narrative of Solomon Northup, is the most remarkable book that was ever issued from the American press.--Detroit Trib. This is a simple, earnest, moving narrative of the events, vicissitudes, cruelties and kindnesses of a bondage of 12 years. If there are those who can peruse it unmoved, we pity them. That it will create as great a sensation, and be regarded equally as interesting as Uncle Tom's Cabin," is not a question for argument.-Bufalo Express.

This is one of the most exciting narratives, full of thrilling incidents artlessly told, with all the marks of truth. There are no depicted scenes in "Uncle Tom " more tragic, horrible, and pathetic,than the incidents compassed in the twelve years of this man's life in slavery.-Cincinnati Jour.

Ee who with an unbiassed mind sits down to the perusal of this book, will arise perfectly satisfied that American slavery is a hell of torments yet untold, and feel like devoting the energies of his life to its extirpation from the face of God's beautiful earth.— Evening Chron.

The story is one of thrilling interest as a mere personal history. He is but a little darker than many who pass for white, and quite as intelligent as most white men.-N. C. Adv. The book is one of most absorbing interest.-Pittsburgh Dispatch.

It is written in a racy, agreeable style, and narrates with admirable conciseness, yet animation the story of the sufferings, woes and persecutions of the hero. It is no less remarkable for candor and unity of purpose than for literary ability.-Oneida IIer.

It is one of the most effective books against slavery that was ever written. Archy Moore" and" Uncle Tom" are discredited by many as "romances;" but how the apologists for the institution can dispose of Northup we are curious to see.-Syracuse Jour. It is well told and bears internal evidence of being a clear statement of facts. There is no attempt at display, but the events are so graphically portrayed, that the interest in the perusal is deep and unabated to the last. Some of the scenes have a fearful and exciting power in their delineation.-Cayuga Chief.

It is a strange history, its truth is far stranger than fiction. Think of it! For thirty years A MAN, with all a inan's hopes, fears and aspirations-with a wife and children to call him by the endearing names of husband and father-with a home, humble it may be, but still a HOME, beneath the shelter of whose roof none had a right to molest or make him afraid-then for twelve years A THING, a chattel personal, classed with mules and horses and treated with less consideration than they; torn from his home and family, and the free labor by which he earned their bread, and driven to unremitting, unrequited toil in a cotton field, under a burning southern sun, by the lash of an inhuman master. Oh! it is horrible. It chills the blood to think that such things are.-Fred. Douglass' Paper.

It comes before us with highly respectable vouchers, and is a plain and simple statement of what happened to the author while in bondage to southern masters. It is a well told story, full of interest, and may be said to be the reality of "life among the lowly."-Buff. Com. Adv.

Let it be read by all those good easy souls, who think slavery is, on the whole a good thing. Let it be read by all who think that although slavery is politically and economically a bad thing, it is not very bad for the slaves. Let it be read by all those M. C.'s and supporters who are always ready to give their votes, in aid of slavery and the slave trado with all the kidnapping inseparable from it. Let it be read, too, by our southern friends, who pity with so much christian sensibility, the wretched condition of the free negroes at the north, and rejoice at the enviable condition of their own slaves.-N. Y. Ind.

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The White Slabe,

OR, MEMOIRS OF A FUGITIVE.

BY RICHARD HILDRETH.

WITH A NEW HISTORICAL INTRODUCTION, Written for this edition by the distinguished author, and unfolding the origin, history and characteristics of this remarkable work. One vol., 430 pp. 12mo., 8 Illustrations, Price $1 25. Have you yourself read ARCHY MOORE? If you have, why don't you bestow upon it hearty, fervent, overwhelming praise? Why, my dear friend, it is a wonderful book! People of the dullest minds and wildest sympathies, are thrilled by it, as if their benumbed fingers had touched an electric chain. Independent of the sound, consistent principles of freedom which beam on every page, there is a remarkable degree of intellectual vigor and dramatic talent exhibited in the power of language, the choice of circumstances, the combination of events, and the shading of character. Every sentence shows intimate knowledge of the local peculiarities of the south, both in the respect of nature and society.-Lydia Maria Child.

This book, which is very well written, is full of continuous interest, and the adven+nres, though many of them are startling and exciting, do not run out of the range of probability. It has been translated into French, German and Italian.-N. Y. Times.

Mr. Hildreth describes southern scenes with all the graphic force of an artist, and all the minutiæ of the more ordinary visiter. What he draws with his pen, he fairly brings before the eye of the reader; the consequence is, that nothing is left to perfect the latter's acquaintance with scenes from which he is far removed, but an actual visit to them. The aim of the writer, in sending this work before the public, is suggested by its title. It is an illustration of southern slavery in all its phases and bearings; and apparently a stronger condemnation of the system we never read, than in Mr. Hildreth's pages. Selecting the narrative form for the medium of the homily he seeks to read, the facts he gives, and the COLclusions he arrives at, come to us in threefold force, from thelr unexpectedness, and their apparently natural sequence. Archy Moore is destined to have an extensive circulation. Dispatch.

This work was published many years ago, under a different title, and was the first is. sue of the Uncle Tom school of literature. At that time it went begging in vain through New York and Boston for a publisher, and finally the author got it printed himself by the city printer of Boston, who put his name to it as publisher. It was afterward printed in England and France, and translated into the principal languages of Europe. It is now revised, enlarged, republished, and the authorship avowed. It is an ably written and interesting work.-U. S. Journal.

Fiction never performs a nobler office than when she acts as the handmaid of truth. It is in this capacity that her assistance has been invoked by the author of the work before us, and so well is the task accomplished, that we can scarcely persuade ourselves, as we turn over the deeply interesting pages, that we are perusing a narrative of fictitious wrongs and sufferings. Let not the reader suppose, from what we have said, that this is a mere novel. The incidents which diversify this narrative, may have had no real existence in the exact connection and relation in which they are linked together in the story, and the characters may have no prototypes in all their individual features; but we have too much reason to know that such incidents and such characters are too abundantly supplied at the south to require that the novelist should draw very largely on his invention. The story is written in the style of an autobiography, and with such an air of verisimilitude, that the reader cannot avoid the impression that the task of fiction has been merely to arrange the materials supplied by truth.-Plaindealer.

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