Call’d demons up his water jars to fill;
Deftly, and silently they did his will,
But when the task was done kept pouring still.
In vain with spell, and charm the wizard wrought,
Faster and faster were the buckets brought,
Higher, and higher rose the flood around,
Till the fiends clapped their hands above their master drowned.”
New and startling scenes are passing before us continually. No man of common sense, will declare to-day, that he will not be on the side of freedom to-morrow. All the while the Colored race, are increasing in a ratio unprecedented in the history of any oppressed people.
The Spaniard conquered Mexico three hundred years ago. His impress is scarcely preceptible upon it. Many of the chiefs of the country are mixed blood, some of them pure Indian, while the population, as a whole, is altogether mongrel.
But there is another race (the negro) “parallel, co-relative, and inter-mixed with the Anglo-American. Include Texas, and go from the East boundary of the Louisiana purchase, to the Rio Grande, thus: