their future lives embittered, even to agony, by those who should be all in all to them, as husbands, sons, and brothers. I cannot use too strong language in reference to this subject, for I know that it will meet with a heartfelt response from every Southern woman."
A negress was hung this year in Alabama, for the murder
of her child. At her trial she confessed her guilt. She said
her owner was the father of the child, and that her mistress
knew it, and treated it so cruelly in consequence, that she had
killed it to save it from further suffering, and also to remove a
provocation to her own ill-treatment.
A large planter told, as a reason for sending his boys to the North to be educated, that there was no possibility of their being brought up in decency at home. Another planter told me that he was intending to move to a free country on this account. He said that the practice was not occasional or general, it was universal. "There is not," he said, "a likely-looking black girl in this State that is not the concubine of a white man. There is not an old plantation in which the grandchildren of the owner are not whipped in the field by his overseer. I cannot bear that the blood of the should run in the veins of slaves." He was of an old Scotch family.
New Orleans, Sunday.—Walking this morning through a rather mean neighbourhood I was attracted, by a loud chorus singing, to the open door of a chapel or small church. I found a large congregation of negroes assembled within, and the singing being just then concluded, and a negro preacher commencing a sermon, I entered an empty pew near the entrance. I had no sooner taken a seat than a negro usher came to me, and, in the most polite manner, whispered—
"Won't you please to let me give you a seat higher up, master, 'long o' tudder white folks?"
I followed him to the uppermost seat, facing the pulpit, where there were three other white persons. One of them
