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LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT AND WHAT FOLLOWED.
IT was a beautiful Sunday in September, with a cloudless sky, and the rays of the sun parching the already thirsty earth, that Clotelle stood at an upper window in Slater's slave-pen in New Orleans, gasping for a breath of fresh air.

The bells of thirty churches were calling the people to the different places of worship.

Crowds were seen wending their way to the houses of God; one followed by a negro boy carrying his master's Bible; another followed by her maid-servant holding the mistress' fan; a third supporting an umbrella over his master's head to shield him from the burning sun.

Baptists immersed, Presbyterians sprinkled, Methodists shouted, and Episcopalians read their prayers, while ministers of the various sects preached that Christ died for all.
The chiming of the bells seemed to mock the sighs and deep groans of the forty human beings then incarcerated in the slave-pen.