I's so sorry for ye, honey; but yer poor, old mudder can't do noffin.
'Tis de yoke de Heavenly Massa puts on yer neck, and ye can't
take it off nohow till he ondoes it hissef wid his own hand.
Ye mus' b'ar it, and say, De will ob de bressed Lord be done."
But, trying as this separation was, it proved to be the first
link in that chain of loving-kindnesses by which this little
slave-child was to be drawn towards God. Do you remember this
verse in the Bible: "I have loved thee with an everlasting love;
therefore with loving kindness have I drawn thee"?
CHAPTER III.
SUNSHINE.
IF ever there was a sunshiny corner of slavery, it was that into
which a kind Providence dropped this little, helpless babe,
now but a little more than two years old.
It was a pleasant day in early spring when Colonel Lee alighted from
his gig before the family mansion at Rosevale, and laid the child,
as a present, at the feet of his daughter Matilda.
Miss Matilda Lee was about thirty years of age,--
as active and thrifty a little woman as could be found any
where within the domains of this cruel system of oppression.
Slavery is like a two-edged knife, cutting both ways. It not only
destroys the black, but demoralizes and ruins the white race.
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