"Let us make a Captain and let us return into Egypt."

Hear the Negro, in the Slave Songs:

"Way over in the Egypt land,
You shall gain the victory.
Way over in the Egypt land,
You shall gain the day.
_March on_, and you shall gain the victory,
_March on_, and you shall gain the day."

Such a people are surely destined to develop a rich and beautiful
Christian life. If they should be specially trained, and their warm
hearts inspired, for the work of missionaries to Africa, who can
doubt the success of their efforts? They would stand on a better
vantage ground there than the Mohammedan, for he is a foreigner
transplanted on the soil. They would come back to the home of their
fathers, and would meet the natives as brothers--long separated, yet
as brothers; their color and personal characteristics would attest
the kinship, their Christian love would kindle towards the degraded
of their race, and their holy ambition would be fired by the great
work to which they were called--the uplifting of the millions of
long-neglected Africa. It would be reasonable to expect that they
would endure the African climate better than the white man. They are
a tropical race, and, in America, they love and cling to the sunny
South, seldom migrating to the North; they do not suffer from the
malaria that is so fatal to the whites in the South.

These views and impressions are confirmed by actual experience. With