ed to the house and put to bed as usual at sunset, and Mammy Grace had m

t upon the clear, blue sky, soothed by the calm influence that breathed through the beautiful twilight, she soon forgot herself and her surroundings, and was lost in the mazes of speculation and wonder. What were these bright spots that kept coming thicker and faster over her head, winking and blinking at her, as if with a conscious and friendly intelligence? Who made them? what were they doing? where did they hide in the daytime? If she could climb up yonder mountain, and then get to the top of those tall tulip-trees, she was sure she could reach them, or, at l

nd sitting down, with her elbows on her knees and her head upon her hands, leaned forward, to discover, if possible, what the child was so i

it? How de stars o

ther place, where she could be alone. But the thought flashed through her mind, that perhaps the kind-looking old nurse at her side migh

hem thing

'ment? Laws, don' ye know? Whar's ye lived all ye

stuck up ther for?" asked t

dar is, too; nobody can't count 'em noway. And de Lord he hold 'em all in de holler ob his hand," said the old negress, shaping her great black palm to suit the id

ant by twinkling so, were things she had long desired to know; but for the moment these were forgotten in the burning, eager curiosity she had, now that she had heard the name of their Maker, to know more of him, and where he

him? I's never h

dy else. He made all de tings ye sees,-de trees, de green grass, de birds, de pigs,-dere's noffin d

head; she cou

e more," she

de time on a great trone, and he sees ebery ting dat goes on down har in dis yer world. Ef ye does any t

question

one for eber and for eber. 'Tis orful to

cried out Tidy, fairly

r lies, nor steals, nor swars, he'll be a good friend to ye. He'll make de sun to shine on yer, and de rain to fall; and when ye dies, he'll take yer right up dar, to lib wid him allus. There now, jest hark,-dat's old S

nowing whether what she had heard should make her glad or sorry, leaned back against the door-post, and carelessly li

r, didn't y

shout and

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e'll rise in

, and f

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n, our h

s shall conv

ew Jeru

w is ye dis night, Mammy Grace?" sai

s here. Come in, help yerse'f to a cha'r. Here, chile," addressing Tidy, "here's yer s

bread which was thrown to her, and, munching it as she w

each member of his household dipping with his fingers, or some rude utensil, into the one dish. He is scarcely raised above the cattle that eat their fodder at the crib, or the dog that gnaws the bone thrown to him upon the ground. And are the slaves any better off? They are neither allowed time, convenience, or inducements to enjoy a practice, which is

ean, kept in order, and pictures and maps, cut from illustrated newspapers, were pasted up on the walls by the women as a decoration. He spoke of the rivalry in neatness thus produced, and of the general elevating and refining effect. On his representation, the commanding officers and the society by whom he is employed permitted him to introduce into some twenty-five of the cabins, on twenty-five different plantations, what had never been known before,-a window with panes of glass. To this luxury were added tables, good, strong, tin wash-basins, and soap,