Just think of that letter.

What a tale many of those words reveal.

When the infants of our former servants die, do our ladies write such letters about them?
I should judge that owning a fellow-creature softens and refines the heart, if this letter is any sign, instead of making them all barbarians.

All the newspapers and novels in the world cannot do away the impressions which that letter has made on my mind.

I tell you, husband, having slaves is not the unmitigated curse to owners nor to slaves that we have been taught to believe." "Perhaps," said I, interrupting her, "you would like to live at the South, and own a few." "I could not be hired by wealth," said she, "to have them for help, even here.