If any are anxious to ascertain who I am, know the world, that I am one of the oppressed, degraded and wretched sons of Africa, rendered so by the avaricious and unmerciful, among the whites.—­If any wish to plunge me into the wretched incapacity of a slave, or murder me for the truth, know ye, that I am in the hand of God, and at your disposal.  I count my life not dear unto me, but I am ready to be offered at any moment.  For what is the use of living when in fact I am dead.  But remember, Americans, that as miserable, wretched, degraded and abject as you have made us in preceding, and in this generation, to support you and your families, that some of you (whites) on the continent of America, will yet curse the day that you ever were born.  You want slaves, and want us for your slaves!!!  My colour will yet, root some of you out of the very face of the earth!!!!!!  You may doubt it if you please.  I know that thousands will doubt—­they think they have us so well secured in wretchedness, to them and their children, that it is impossible for such things to occur.  So did the antideluvians doubt Noah, until the day in which the flood came and swept them away.  So did the Sodomites doubt, until Lot had got out of the City, and God rained down fire and brimstone from heaven, upon them and burnt them up.  So did the king of Egypt doubt the very existence of a God, he said, “who is the Lord, that I should let Israel go?” Did he not find to his sorrow, who the Lord was, when he and all his mighty men of war, were smothered to death in the Red Sea?—­So did the Romans doubt, many of them were really so ignorant, that they thought the world of mankind were made to be slaves to them; just as many of the Americans think now, of my colour.—­But they got dreadfully deceived.  When men got their eyes opened, they made the murderers scamper.  The way in which they cut their tyrannical throats, was not much inferior to the way the Romans or murderers, served them, when they held them in wretchedness and degradation under their feet.  So would Christian Americans doubt, if God should send an Angel from heaven to preach their funeral sermon.  The fact is, the Christians having a name to live, while they are dead, think that God will screen them on that ground.

See the hundreds and thousands of us that are thrown into the seas by Christians, and murdered by them in other ways.  They cram us into their vessel holds in chains and in hand-cuffs—­men, women and children, all together!!  O! save us, we pray thee, thou God of heaven and of earth, from the devouring hands of the white Christians!!!!!!

  Oh! thou Alpha and Omega! 
  The beginning and the end,
  Enthron’d thou art, in Heaven above,
  Surrounded by angels there: 

  From whence thou seest the miseries
  To which we are subject;
  The whites have murder’d us, O God! 
  And kept us ignorant of thee.

  Not satisfied with this, my Lord! 
  They throw us in the seas: 
  Be pleas’d, we pray, for Jesus’ sake,
  To save us from their grasp.