Captain Stuart was very kind to me; he had a splendid plantation, and took me to it.

In the course of a year, I had a son born.

O, that child!--how I loved it! How just like my poor Henry the little thing looked! But I had made up my mind,--yes, I had.

I would never again let a child live to grow up! I took the little fellow in my arms, when he was two weeks old, and kissed him, and cried over him; and then I gave him laudanum, and held him close to my bosom, while he slept to death.

How I mourned and cried over it! and who ever dreamed that it was anything but a mistake, that had made me give it the laudanum?
but it's one of the few things that I'm glad of, now.