I had become quite useful to several young colored men, who had made me their teacher.

I had taught some of them to read, and was accustomed to spend many of my leisure hours with them.

Our attachment was strong, and I greatly dreaded the separation.

But regrets, especially in a slave, are unavailing.

I was only a slave; my wishes were nothing, and my happiness was the sport of my masters.
My regrets at now leaving Baltimore, were not for the same reasons as when I before left that city, to be valued and handed over to my proper owner.