Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1854-04-22

by his request by his physician. Oh, how wept
and mourned that should see him no more. How
| grieved that could not have been near him tc
have watched and tended him in his hours of pain
aud wcariness. Even the kind attentions and ten
der protestations of love from him whom regard
ed as my best and only remaining friend failed to
console me. grew palcr and thinner every day
and tho physician whom Mr.. Lee summoned in his
anxiety, recommended change of air. So we set
of in few days ON our journey, and spent some
weeks in New Orleans. We then went eastward.
visiting the most beautiful scenery in Alabama,
Georgia and the Carolinas. Nearly three months
elapsed before we found ourselves again at the
beautiful plantation in Tennessee Nv mental
and bodily health had greatly improved, and it was
with heartfelt joy that | beheld again the lovely
spot called my home, as if l could have home.
The servants came round us with smiles and
words of welcome, all but one, and that one was
the housc-keepcr, a handsome, middle-agcd woman
almost white. Her name was Chary,-we used to
call her Aunt Chary' She had been always very
kind to me, and wondered that she did not well
como me home after so long an absence. So said
to her one day, when we happened to be alone, al
don't belive you love me as well as YOU used to.
Aunt Chary, or you would have beer glad to see
me when got home"
Indeed do love you as much as ever. but IL is
true was not glad to see you come back, for I
hoped that you would y7m array" she replied.
Me run away cried in amazement. | don't
understand you"
YES" she answered, "you ought to leave your
master if you can, and am sorry did not say so
before you went away"
What! would you have me leave him to die of
grief, when he is so kind and good ?" inquired in
utter astonishment.
To die of gricfp' replied Aunt Chary, with
derisivc laugh ooh, you foolish ittlo thing, what
are you to him?"
But he says ho loves me-" stammcred, with
tears filling my eyes.
Docs he? Oh, you poor child poor shd! /
have been told that myself before this" and Aunt
Chary laid her hand upon my head in gentle
manner, while a shade Of deepest melancholy stole
over her face. "Then why does he not make you his
~VeP All, Why why?
I" l had known so little Of the world that had
scarcely thought Of this before. Now remembered
how had left my fathers house, not as the bride
but as the property Of Henry Lee and for the first
time | realized that was n slare!
"When next we met told my master of my
new found source Of sorrow, and begged him. i'll
he did indeed love me, to marry mo. But he only
laughed at me, and pointing at my beautiful dress
and the jewels that adorned my person. asked me
what did want more? lie said l would soon be
cured Of my silly notions, could l but 90 to the
North and see the wives of abolitionists. (who he
'aid pretended to pity such as IL in their coarse
ircsses, working more hours than his field hands
But his arguments failed to convince me that my
situation was what it should be, and ] formed a
secret resolution to escape from him if possible
Some months after, having business at the North,
ne took me with him, and in the city of Galena, /
accidentally met at the hotel where we put up q
friend of humanity willing to assist me, was for
worded from station to station on the Underground
Railroad, until arrived here. But left my heart
with my dear master, for though l felt it to be an
act of justice to myself to escape from him, love
him still"
Thus ended the narrative Of Zarilla, the fugitive
She remained few days with her kind friends and
then left for Canada, where she is now safe from
the oppressor.