My attachments were now outside of our family.

They were felt to those to whom I _imparted_ instruction, and to those little white boys from whom I _received_ instruction.

There, too, was my dear old father, the pious Lawson, who was, in christian graces, the very counterpart of "Uncle" Tom.

The resemblance is so perfect, that he might have been the original of Mrs.Stowe's christian hero.

The thought of leaving these dear friends, greatly troubled me, for I was going without the hope of ever returning to Baltimore again; the feud between Master Hugh and his brother being bitter and irreconcilable, or, at least, supposed to be so.
In addition to thoughts of friends from whom I was parting, as I supposed, _forever_, I had the grief of neglected chances of escape to brood over.