Or what avails it, tho' fair freedom rear,
Her beauteous throne
upon a fertile land,
If there ten thousands still the chain must
wear,
And, unregarded, lift the suppliant hand!
I spent this day at Philadel-
phia
ferry, I observed the people engaged in a singular
kind of harvest, being employed in breaking up
and taking away large quantities of ice, to lay up
for summer use. Those who have never visited
warm climates, can scarcely conceive how pleasant
the use of ice is, for various purposes of the table,
in the summer season.
In crossing the Schuylkill on
the floating
bridge, at the upper ferry, I passed a
Negro boy apparently about 12 years
of age.
Round his neck an iron collar was locked, and
from each side
of it an iron bow passed over his
head. His dress was a light linsey jacket
and
trowsers, without hat, shoes, or stockings. Soon
after passing the
boy, whom I supposed to be a
runaway slave, I met a person of whom I
inquired
the reason of the boy is having so much iron about
him. The
man replied that the boy was his, and
was so often running away that he had
used that
method to prevent him.
After having passed several
days at Merion