She calls--no answer--and is presently informed by a fellow-slave that they are sold and gone! Yes--a christian (?) master has taken advantage of her absence and sent them off without giving her a parting word with them! They shall never more return! And yet this distressed mother has no redress. Maternal love flows in a slave-mother's bosom with all its wonted depth and intensity, and the total disregard of this affection is the occasion of the deepest sorrows recorded in the annals of slavery. "In slaveholding States, except in Louisiana no law exists to prevent the violent separation of parents from their children." (_Stroud._) A slave has no more legal authority over his child than a cow has over her calf. (_Jay._) John Davis, a dealer in slaves at Hamburg, S. C., advertises that he has on hands, direct from Va., "one hundred and twenty likely young negroes of both sexes; among them small girls, suitable for nurses, and several small boys without their mothers." Frederick Douglass relates that "when he was three years old his mother was sent to work on a plantation eight or ten miles distant, and after that he never saw her except in the night. After her days toil she would occasionally walk over to her child, lie down with him in her arms, hush him to sleep in her bosom, then rise up and walk back again to be ready for her field work by daylight."--_Key to Uncle Tom's Cabin._ The following incident occurred within the present year (1853.) We copy from the _Cleveland True Democrat_.