"Well, when the mother and son were free, they pledged themselves to the owner of another plantation, to pay another thousand for the wife and child of the ransomed son. The master allowed the woman to come to the city, and live with her husband, and work on her own hook--paying him so much per month. Three hundred dollars has been paid. Some time in April, this oppressed class had a public tea-party and fair, to gather funds to furnish their church, a neat edifice on ---- St. The mother, son, and wife were there, returned home, or started home, about midnight--the horses ran away, and George, attempting to get off the carriage to assist the driver, fell, and his head was dashed to pieces against the corner of a curb-stone. "He died instantly, and the morning papers announced the fact, and spoke of him as "highly worthy and respectable, and a member of ---- Church." But no sooner had the owner of Susan, the wife, heard of George's death, than he hurried to the city post-haste, and took the afflicted wife from their house, drove her to the Slave auction, and sold her to southern traders. "Thus were the three hundred dollars lost to those who earned it, the old, toiling mother left childless; and the young wife, but yesterday rejoicing in the strength and hope of freedom and love, suddenly turned into a chattel, and sold "away down South," to be a beast of burden--perhaps for a Legree." "When did it happen inquired Mrs. Gage?" "Why, here, lately. I met the old mother as I came from the "Fourth" Pic nic. She was dressed in deep mourning. I had not seen her for a long time, for they had got them a home, and she did not wash any more. I asked her what had happened, and she told me all. O! Mrs. G., how it made me feel! I celebrating our liberty, she, a woman--a wife--a mother mourning over enslaved and doubly-wronged children. ""I know there is a God, Mrs. Lilly," the poor bowed creature said to me, "I know there is a good God, and a Jesus, or I should give up in despair, and sometimes I do; I look up and down and all round, and _there is no light_!"" _Slavery leaves its victims a prey to unchecked avarice._ What protection has a slave against the avarice of his master? Let us see. A law of South Carolina provides that slaves shall "not labor to exceed _fifteen hours_" out of twenty four. This is called protection! "The slave is driven to the field in the morning about four o'clock. The general calculation is to get them to work by day-light. The time for breakfast is between nine and ten o'clock. This meal is sometimes eaten 'bite and work,' others allow fifteen minutes, and this is the only rest the slave has while in the field." (_G. W. Westgate._)