R BROTHER IS A SLAVE.

O weep, ye friends of Freedom, weep!
Shout liberty no more;
Your harps to mournful measures sweep,
Till slavery's reign is o'er.
O, furl your star-lit thing of light--
That banner should not wave
Where, vainly pleading for his right,
Your Brother toils--_a Slave!_

O pray, ye friends of Freedom, pray
For those who toil in chains,
Who lift their fettered hands to day
On Carolina's plain!
God is the hope of the Oppressed;
His arm is strong to save;
Pray, then, that freedom's cause be blest,
Your Brother is _a Slave!_

O toil, ye friends of Freedom, toil!
Your mission to fulfil,--
That Freedom's consecrated soil
Slaves may no longer till;
Ay, toil and pray from deep disgrace
Your native land to save;
Weep o'er the miseries of your race,
_Your Brother is a Slave!_

COME JOIN THE ABOLITIONISTS.

AIR--When I can read my title clear.

Come join the Abolitionists,
Ye young men bold and strong.
And with a warm and cheerful zeal,
Come help the cause along;
O that will be joyful, joyful, joyful,
O that will be joyful, when Slavery is no more,
When Slavery is no more.
'Tis then we'll sing, and offerings bring,
When Slavery is no more.

Come join the Abolitionists,
Ye men of riper years,
And save your wives and children dear,
From grief and bitter tears;
O that will be joyful, joyful, joyful,
O that will be joyful, when Slavery is no more,
When Slavery is no more,
'Tis then we'll sing, and offerings bring,
When Slavery is no more.

Come join the Abolitionists,
Ye dames and maidens fair,
And breathe around us in our path
Affection's hallowed air;
O that will be joyful, joyful, joyful,
O that will be joyful, when woman cheers us on,
When woman cheers us on, to conquests not yet won.
'Tis then we'll sing, and offerings bring,
When woman cheers us on.

Come join the Abolitionists,
Ye sons and daughters all
Of this our own America--
Come at the friendly call;
O that will be joyful, joyful, joyful,
O that will be joyful, when all shall proudly say,
This, this is Freedom's day--Oppression flee away!
'T is then we'll sing, and offerings bring,
When freedom wins the day.

THERE'S A GOOD TIME COMING.

There's a good time coming boys,
A good time coming;
There's a good time coming boys,
Wait a little longer.
We may not live to see the day,
But earth shall glisten in the ray