Nor can those from whom they separate, give them up with that cheerfulness with which friends and relations yield each other up, when they feel that it is for the good of the departing one that he is removed from his native place.

Then, too, there is correspondence, and there is, at least, the hope of reunion, because reunion is _possible_.

But, with the slave, all these mitigating circumstances are wanting.

There is no improvement in his condition _probable_,--no correspondence _possible_,--no reunion attainable.

His going out into the world, is like a living man going into the tomb, who, with open eyes, sees himself buried out of sight and hearing of wife, children and friends of kindred tie.
In contemplating the likelihoods and possibilities of our circumstances, I probably suffered more than most of my fellow servants.