“Well,--I will take up your time with nothing but actual facts, for the truth of which I will be answerable. In a Western tour, not many years since, I saw one day a young lady, fair as a lily, and with a sweet expression of countenance, walking in the street with a little black girl whom she held by the hand. The little girl was about six years old, neatly dressed and very clean; and on her neck she had a little gauze shawl that somebody had given her, the border of which was composed of the figure of the American Eagle many times repeated, each impression accompanied by the word ‘LIBERTY,’ woven into the fabric. “This curious decoration, together with the wistful look of the child’s face, and the benevolent air of the young lady, with whom I was slightly acquainted, led me to ask some questions, which were answered with an air in which modesty and sensibility were blended. I learned that the young lady had undertaken the trying task of accompanying the little girl through the place--which was a considerable village--for the purpose of collecting the sum of fifty dollars, with which to purchase the freedom of the child. “‘And how,’ said I, ‘did you become interested in the poor little thing?’ “‘She belongs to a member of my family,’ said Miss C----, with a blush; ‘to my aunt, Mrs. Jones.’ “‘And how did she find her way to the north?’ “‘Her mother, who is the servant of my aunt, got leave to bring Violet along with her, when her mistress came here for the summer.’ “‘But both mother and child are free by the mere circumstance of being brought here,--’ “‘O, but Momma Charlotte promised her mistress that she would not leave her, nor let Violet do so, if she might bring the child with her, and beg money to buy her. She says she does not care for freedom for herself.’ “I could not do less than go with the good girl for awhile, to assist a little in her labor of love, which in the end, and with a good deal of difficulty, was finally accomplished. It was not until after this that I became acquainted with Momma Charlotte, the mother of Violet, and learned a few of the particulars of a story which had made her ‘not care for freedom.’ “Momma Charlotte was the mother of ten children,--six daughters and four sons. Her husband had been a free black,--a carpenter, able to keep a comfortable home for his family, hiring his wife of her master. At the time of the Southampton insurrection, this man was among the suspected, and, on suspicion, not proof, he was taken up,--tried, after the fashion of that time, and hung, with several others,--all between sunset and sunrise of a single day. “‘He was innocent,--he had had no hand in the matter, as God is my judge!’ said poor Momma Charlotte.