"--"But," said he, "did you do right in letting them go to sea as you
did? One of them will get no good with that man for a master. I would
rather be your dog than his child."--"Then," said I, "you have
'oppressors' at the North, it seems."--"Well," said he, "some of our
people are not as good as they ought to be."--"It is so with us at the
South," said I.--"Preach for me next Sabbath, Sir," said he.--"Are you
going to stay over?"--"Why," said I, "my dear Sir, would you and your
people like to hear a man preach for you whom you, if you made the
prayer, would first pray for as an 'oppressor?'"--"But you are not an
oppressor," said he.--"But I am in favor of what you call 'oppression,'"
said I.--"One thing I could pray for with you," said I.--"What is that?"
said he.--"Break every yoke," said I. "This I pray for always. But how
many 'yokes,'" said I, "do you suppose there are at the South?"--"I
forget the exact number of the slaves," said he, in the most artless
manner.'
"Hereupon the company broke out into great merriment. After they had
enjoyed their laughter awhile, my Northern lady-friend said, 'Did you
preach for him?'
"'Yes,' said the pastor; 'and prayed for him too.
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