date above.

JAS. T. MARRIOTT, Clerk.

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_State of North Carolina, Wake County._

I, Wm. Boylan, presiding magistrate of the Court of Pleas and Quarter
Sessions for the county aforesaid, certify that James T. Marriott, who
has written and signed the above certificate, is Clerk of the Court
aforesaid,--that the same is in due form, and full faith and credit are
due to such his official acts.

Given under my hand and private seal (having no seal of office) this
26th day of April, 1842.

WM. BOYLAN, P.M. [seal.]

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_The State of North Carolina._

To all to whom these presents shall come, Greeting:

Be it known, that William Boylan, whose signature appears in his own
proper hand writing to the annexed certificate, was at the time of
signing the same and now is a Justice of the Peace and the Presiding
Magistrate for the county of Wake, in the State aforesaid, and as such
he is duly qualified and empowered to give said certificate, which is
here done in the usual and proper manner; and full faith and credit are
due to the same, and ought to be given to all the official acts of the
said William Boylan as Presiding Magistrate aforesaid.

[L.S.]

In testimony whereof, I, J.M. Morehead. Governor, Captain General and
Commander in Chief, have caused the Great Seal of the State to be
hereunto affixed, and signed the same at the city of Raleigh, on the
26th day of April, in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred
and forty-two, and in the sixty-sixth year of the Independence of the
United States.

J.M. MOREHEAD.

By the Governor.

P. REYNOLDS, Private Secretary.

But thou art born a slave, my child;
Those little hands must toil,
That brow must sweat, that bosom ache
Upon another's soil;
And if perchance some tender joy
Should bloom upon thy heart,
Another's hand may enter there,
And tear it soon apart.

Thou art a little joy to me,
But soon thou may'st be sold,
Oh! lovelier to thy mother far
Than any weight of gold;
Or I may see thee scourg'd and driv'n
Hard on the cotton-field,
To fill a cruel master's store,
With what thy blood may yield.

Should some fair maiden win thy heart,
And thou should'st call her thine;
Should little ones around thee stand,
Or ro