The mistress of the house was a model of affection{120} and tenderness.

Her fervent piety and watchful uprightness made it impossible to see her without thinking and feeling--"_that woman is a Christian_." There was no sorrow nor suffering for which she had not a tear, and there was no innocent joy for which she did not a smile.

She had bread for the hungry, clothes for the naked, and comfort for every mourner that came within her reach.

Slavery soon proved its ability to divest her of these excellent qualities, and her home of its early happiness.

Conscience cannot stand much violence.