A POOR SLAVE WOMAN'S DREAM.
A POOR woman was caught by a slave raiding band in the interior of Africa. In a moment she was snatched, with a few of her friends, from home, from children, from hope, and found herself on the march to the coast, in the dreadful slave gang. Day after day, foot-sore and heart-sore, she wended her weary way, until one night in her sleep a vision came to her. She dreamed she was in a larger room than she had ever seen; and at one end of it there was a man with a white face, whose words gave her comfort. She rose the next morning with heart relieved, a pilgrim to a blessed destiny. She did not know what it was to be; she knew she was a pilgrim to the sunrise. She reached the coast, there was sold, and embarked on board a slaver. The slaver was captured and a large part of the slave cargo, herself included, was landed at Fernando Po. A little while after she was taken to a little Christian chapel at Clarence, in West Africa. It was the room of her dream. There was the man of her dream and his message brought the light of immortality to her heart, which never left it.—African News.