Few persons have had greater facilities for becoming acquainted with slavery, in all its horrible aspects, than William W. Brown.  He has been behind the curtain.  He has visited its secret chambers.  Its iron has entered his own soul.  The dearest ties of nature have been riven in his own person.  A mother has been cruelly scourged before his own eyes.  A father,—­alas! slaves have no father.  A brother has been made the subject of its tender mercies.  A sister has been given up to the irresponsible control of the pale-faced oppressor.  This nation looks on approvingly.  The American Union sanctions the deed.  The Constitution shields the criminals.  American religion sanctifies the crime.  But the tide is turning.  Already, a mighty under-current is sweeping onward.  The voice of warning, of remonstrance, of rebuke, of entreaty, has gone forth.  Hand is linked in hand, and heart mingles with heart, in this great work of the slave’s deliverance.

The convulsive throes of the monster, even now, give evidence of deep wounds.

The writer of this Narrative was hired by his master to a “soul-driver,” and has witnessed all the horrors of the traffic, from the buying up of human cattle in the slave-breeding States, which produced a constant scene of separating the victims from all those whom they loved, to their final sale in the southern market, to be worked up in seven years, or given over to minister to the lust of southern Christians.

Many harrowing scenes are graphically portrayed; and yet with that simplicity and ingenuousness which carries with it a conviction of the truthfulness of the picture.

This book will do much to unmask those who have “clothed themselves in the livery of the court of heaven” to cover up the enormity of their deeds.

During the past three years, the author has devoted his entire energies to the anti-slavery cause.  Laboring under all the disabilities and disadvantages growing out of his education in slavery—­subjected, as he had been from his birth, to all the wrongs and deprivations incident to his condition—­he yet went forth, impelled to the work by a love of liberty—­stimulated by the remembrance of his own sufferings—­urged on by the consideration that a mother, brothers, and sister, were still grinding in the prison-house of bondage, in common with three millions of our Father’s children—­sustained by an unfaltering faith in the omnipotence of truth and the final triumph of justice—­to plead the cause of the slave, and by the eloquence of earnestness carried conviction to many minds, and enlisted the sympathy and secured the co-operation of many to the cause.

His labors have been chiefly confined to Western New York, where he has secured many warm friends, by his untiring zeal, persevering energy, continued fidelity, and universal kindness.

Reader, are you an Abolitionist?  What have you done for the slave?  What are you doing in his behalf?  What do you purpose to do?  There is a great work before us!  Who will be an idler now?  This is the great humanitary movement of the age, swallowing up, for the time being, all other questions, comparatively speaking.  The course of human events, in obedience to the unchangeable laws of our being, is fast hastening the final crisis, and