For Frederick Douglass' Paper.

LETTER FROM A SLAVE HOLDER

FREDERICK DOUGLASS, ESQ.: DEAR SIR:—I have just taken from the P. O. the following letter. As a specimen of southernism, it will edify your readers. A few prefatory facts pertaining to "Sina's" history and e-
cape will somewhat elucidate the epistle of my new friend. Sina is a loyal woman of large brain—great heart, and fair moulded features. Her master, although possessed of one wife, determined to love Sina too; and even declared that when her daughter should attain her majority, she should come in for a share of his comprehensive regard. In process of time, Sina seeing no escape from these results, struck this bargain with her loving master, he should give her money enough and two weeks time to visit a daughter in St. Louis, a child accompanying her, and on her return, she would be his!

"Ah, Sina!" exclaimed our victorious wooer, "what if you should run off to Canada!"

"Never you fear;" she responded, "I think too much of you for that."

The steamer hove in sight and away she was borne. But O, the uncertainty of all human events; not half her furlough had expired ere Sina found herself and three children nestling in the mane of the British Lion! But what freaks doth love play with our dreams. "I don't believe she has, but I dreamed last night that Sina had gone to Canada," said our hero to Sina's husband, (free man,) not a week after her departure. But to quiet his fears, and make himself sure it was the baseless fabric of a dream, he gave him money and posted him off to bring back his wife with all haste. But poor human nature, and each gender is sometimes a little worse than the other. That poor fellow has been waiting ever since last autumn for Sina's husband to bring her back! And here they are, "cutting up" in Canada.—Sina declares she won't go back; and her husband declares he won't go back without her. But whence this letter? Sina has a great heart in her bosom, and wished me to write her friends of her welfare, and desired to know of theirs.

No dream of "stealing your servant;" my dear Col. would do the same for your wife if caught in a like fix among the Algerines. Don't suppose for a moment that I regard the sons of Kentuck as Algerines—your letter sets that all right. I cannot "forgive you," Col, if you do indeed "send me to my long home," you must settle that with my wife. In the meantime I will discuss this proposition with you in any paper you will designate!

Has not the husband of Sina the same
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