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IMPERIAL PARLIAMENT.

THE NEW REFORM BILL.

ASSASSINATION AT CONSTANTINOPLE.…

THE FRENCH "EMERALD POISON,"…

A FEARFUL SHIPWRECK.

THE EMPEROR'S ADDRESS TO THE…

THE PRESS AND THE NEW REFORM…

---LITTLE "PINK," A STORY…

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LITTLE "PINK," A STORY OF SLAVERY. The following touching beautiful incident we have com- piled from a private letter (says the Manchester Examiner), written by a gentleman who was an eye-witness of the scene described :— A few weeks ago, after the conclusion of the Sab- bath morning sermon, a most interesting scene was witnessed in the church of the Rev. H. Ward Beecher, Brooklyn, New York. At a given signal, a little slave girl, about nine years old, was led on to the platform, and after shaking her affectionately by the hand, Mr. Beecher took of the little creature's cloak, at the same time saying, "I wish I could throw off the whole garb of slavery." He then related the child's history. Her pet name was "Pink," and she. whs one of a family of six children. Her father had been a cele- brated physician of Port Tobacco; her mother was the daughter of a white man. According to the American method of calculation, there was thus one- sixteenth negro blood in her veins. Pink's grand- mother had managed to purchase her own freedom before the day arrived when Pink's mother and five brothers and sisters were sold as slaves, owing to the death of the physician. The slave dealers, touched by the grandmother's sorrow, promised she should have Pink, and from early childhood she lived with her grandmother in Washington. In happy ignorance of the sad fate which awaited her, time sped by, and Pink became nine years of age. During the time that had elapsed since she had been parted from her mother it may be readily surmised she had been taught what a dreadful thing it was to be a slave, and at the same time she was led to believe that she was free. One day, however, two officers and a dealer in slaves entered the house and demanded the child. Alarmed, little Pink ran into the garret and attempted to barricade the door on the inside with old furniture and trunks. The men followed her, and commanded her to come out. Her reply was, "No; I'll die before you shall have me for a slave." The men threatened to break open the door, and then, at her grandmother's entreaty, Pink came out, was carried off, and sold for 900 dols. (180Z.) The poor old grandmother had managed to save some 200 dols., and this she offered towards the purchase of the child, if the remaining 700 dollars could be raised. Four gentlemen had ob- tained the child under a bond to deliver her up again at the end of the 14 days, if they failed to give the money. During the recital of her story, poor little Pink, with childish simplicity, gazed alternately at the noble preacher and his audience, many of whom were in tears. In concluding his address, the c'ollecting-plates were sent round, and on being handed back again to Mr. Beecher, it was found that there were 1,000 dols. on them. Poor little Pink was free again Never," said Mr. Beecher, "were plates spread with better food —the food of liberty for the poor hungry soul." On one of the plates was an opal ring supposed to be_ the gift of some lady. Mr. Beecher placed it on the child's finger, telling her she was to wear it as her freedom ring." The following hymn was then given out: Rise, great Redeemer, from Thy seat, To judgu and serve the poor; Let nations tremble at Thy feet, And man prevail no more. After reading the hymn over, Mr. Beecher held the book to the child, so that she might look on with him. Little Pink was a very beautiful girl, and at the age of 12 or 13 would have realised 3,000 to 4,000 dols.; but this could not have been for the amount of work she might do. The poor old grandmother's store, which she had saved with much labour, was thus saved to her, and little Pink was made a New-year's gift to freedom.

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