Do not, I pray you, weep for me.

I cannot last long upon a cotton plantation.

I feel that my heavenly master will soon call me home, and then I shall be out of the hands of the slave-holders!_" I could bear no more--my heart struggled to free itself from the human form.

In a moment she saw Mr.Mansfield coming toward that part of the boat, and she whispered into my ear, "_My child, we must soon part to meet no more this side of the grave.

You have ever said that you would not die a slave; that you would be a freeman.