That moral courage and calmness, which was her great characteristic, did not forsake Georgiana in her hour of death.

She had ever been kind to the slaves under her charge, and they loved and respected her.

At her request, the servants were all brought into her room, and took a last farewell of their mistress.

Seldom, if ever, was there witnessed a more touching scene than this.

There lay the young woman, pale and feeble, with death stamped upon her countenance, surrounded by the sons and daughters of Africa, some of whom had been separated from every earthly tie, and the most of whose persons had been torn and gashed by the negro-whip.