Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1862-10-24

iie al my olu man, and lilly. Poor
Tilly."
"Who is Tilly? ?"
"She's my grandfather, nam; and
would God | had died for her; deed,
nam, | could say so with cid king David"
"Why have left her behind? ?"
"Oh, sweet miss, that's what troubles
me, " she said beginning to rock her body
back and forth.
81 has no sorrow, pears to me, but dat
lilly, miss, were the blessing of my old
heart Missus, it's hard to tell, but sure
We poor black folks can't help ourselves
We feels it as bad as anybody, though
folks laughs and thinks We don't. But
miss, lilly was my darters child, and my
old massa is her father. OATS Gospel
truth miss and why should deny it :?
| never could git over it some way, spec
tally as Susan, dat's my my child, kind
o pined away; for you see she liked one
of the house rervants, an he liked her,
but massa wouldn't hab it, nohow. So
poor Susan, she died soon after Tilly was
born an Is 10th to tell ye dat blessed
de Lord for it; deed did But O. miss
lilly she growed up ever so beautiful,
much more beautifuller dan my own Su-
san, who was right pert dat way, and it
made my heart tremble sure. She was
SO sweet leetle creeter dat eberybody
took to her, and de young misses teached
her a heap q tings, and she's almost a
lady; true she is. 0, miss, when | links
of her. my heart aches, deed it does"
"Why didn't she come with you?"
Aunt Katy heaved a long, deep sigh as
she said,
40, if de blessed Lord had lowed it,
I'd be willing to 60 in peace; but has a
sad story to tell ye, miss, and may be ye
wont blceve old aunty."
81 should be very unwilling to believe
that at your age you would tell an un-
truth"
mo, miss as Jesus died to save me-
wouldn't" che said solcmnly. as very
partickler bout my word, for Gods eye is
upon me. Well, miss, | telled ye Tilly is
beautiful. She's as white as you are,
sweet miss, every whit; an' her hair curls,
an her eyes are blue. 0, deed, she's too
pretty, God help her! You see, Tilly's
fifteen now, and very tall of her age.
She knows, poor chile, who her father is
for | told her my self, and it almost took
the life out of her. But, 0 dear, miss,
you wouldn't blceve it, perhaps, but it's
de truf, I've hid her many time when
dat mans come to my cabin drunk. O.,
miss, we poor slaves, nobody don't know
but de Almighty and Eternal Heavenly
Father, what we has to suffer-"
"But what did you hide her for"
40, dear, miss, don't ak me. What
does ever the pore, prosecuted slave hide
for, but shet Of fogging, or worse? Desc
massas miss has no mercy on der own
flesh and blood. Dey doesn't know what
natural feelins is, when poor slaves is in
de count. 1t didn't make no difference
to him dat she was his own chile Wasn't
she niger an didn't she blong to
him? Mars, mean, miss, dat pore
chile has taken ten whippings on her poor
back, cause she resisted evil, 'ccrdin to
the way brought her up. And finally
ole massa swore with most tarrible oaths,
dat she shonld do as he said, or he would
sell her. Well anything was better dan
dat disgrace, so after he'd give her big
beating he sold her to wicked man,
who boasted dat he would git his thou
sands for her. Just den dis war broke
out, an though he took her away, | has
hopes dat she is de same good, pious girl
she was. Oh dear, miss, if | only knowed
is prayed to God for her on my knees
all night-yes, till the morning broke.
An pears 'sif God would hear my poor
prayers--'pears 'sif He did answer 'em
till my pore ole heart. We reads in His
blessed Gospel dat He does. And dar
was two my ole man an me-though
sure sometimes poor Abram he'd 60 to
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