Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1855-02-02

"Well, den, I'll be off in jify," so
saying the delighted darky vanished in
the direction of the stable.
As soon as the sable countenance of
Junus had disappeared, Lesli proceeded
to release the fair captive from her un-
comfortable confinement. She did not
thank him in words her heart was too
full for speech, but in her meaning look
was expressed unbounded gratitude to her
deiverer. She could not speak. Her soul
seemed to he crushed by mountain
weight Of contendIng emotions, but kind
nature came to her relief and her sur
charged feelings found vent in flood of
tears.
Compose yourself, my good girl
said Lesli. "and tell me why those tears
aud what sad fortune has reduced one SO
young, so far, so intellgcn. as thon
seemst TO be, under the inexerable rule
of bondage
Fate " sho replied Suddenly raising
herself up to her full height, ''say, does
not the curse Of God rest upon every hu-
man being tinc,ured with shade of my
unfortunate race! Is not one drop of
! the accused blood sufficient to bring soul
and body within the coils of law en-
forced by demons, created and sustained
by freemen, or rather by black-hearted
tyrants! Talk Of oppression where
viii you bchoid oppression of deeper
dye, Of more gigantic proportions tina II
in your boasted free republic! You may
trace the annals of the past, yes, pierce
the darkest ages Of popish cruelty; where
will you behold such Heaven daring I'M
piety as is revealed by the meridian light
Of the nineteenth century III the system
of American Slavery"
By Heaven" mentally calculated
I.esli, chs girl possesses a spirit no cas-
icr 10 be humbled by the lash than the
fierce wirlwind can be bound with a
straw"
You talk wildly said he '.bc calmel
and relate to me sketch Of your past
life. for am certain that your history
must be peculiarly interesting"
Il VIII, but fear there is little in the
history Of poor slave to.interest sneh a.
you; but you have "a heart to pity ny
misfor.uucs, and would TO heaven
could repay your kindness; bat a!as,
am not my own. o, cruel fate, why IL.
given a spirit so keenly TO feel the crush
ing weight Of bondase; better, far better
possess the stupid insensibilriy Of the
= brute, than the consciousness OF being {
slave. Bat it was not always thus-un
I'll within a few weeks, | never kne"
what it was to be a slave.
.My mothers namc," continued she,
"was Angcline A, a very brightm mu
ato girl belonging to my former mis-
,rcss. Being very handsome she at
tractel the notice Of wild young
French gentleman, who forgetting then
relative position in society, rash'y Offered
his hand and was clandestinely marricc
by French clergyman.
They lived very hap ply together fol
few months, when De Lambert Cha
was my fathers name) returned tt
France. From that dag mother never
heard from him. Long, long were The
weary days spent in anxious expectauor
of her loved ones return but alas, il
was but hope deferred, my poor mother
dropped like the lone willow, and belorC
her little Mary had attained her sixth
year, life's cares were forgotten in death:
long aleep.
But | was not uncared for; ncyel
wanted mothers kindness, for my mis-
uess adopted me as her own daughter
strangely forgetting that l was still heI
property.
n was petted and carcsscd by stran
gers and visitors and almost idolized b,
my kind protector,
Il ffcquented the most genteel society
and attended the best schools, until
was in my fifteenth year, when | was
sent to Paris, that world of friyolity ant
show, in or Ter to complete my education
and to enjoy the superior advantages o
the more refined French society.
81 had been in Paris but little moro
than year, when | received a letter from
my master bearing the sad intelligence
that my bes, friend, my more than moth,
her, was lying at the very point OF death
With all possible despatch has tened
across the A6Antic, but arrived too late
| Il Al al, ID raI ur,