I do want that the first air it breathes should be that of freedom.

It will kill me to have another child born here! its infant smiles would only be a reproach to me.

Oh," continued she, in a tone of deep feeling, "it is a fearful thing to give birth to an inheritor of chains;" and she shuddered as she laid her head on her husband's bosom.
Mr.Garie's brow grew thoughtful, and a pause in the conversation ensued.
The sun had long since gone down, and here and there the stars were beginning to show their twinkling light.

The moon, which had meanwhile been creeping higher and higher in the blue expanse above, now began to shed her pale, misty beams on the river below, the tiny waves of which broke in little circlets of silver on the shore almost at their feet.
Mr.Garie was revolving in his mind the conversation he had so recently held with Mr.Winston respecting the free States.

It had been suggested by him that the children should be sent to the North to be educated, but he had dismissed the notion, well knowing that the mother would be heart-broken at the idea of parting with her darlings.