The plantation being four miles from the city, I had to drive the family to church.

I always dreaded the approach of the Sabbath; for, during service, I was obliged to stand by the horses in the hot broiling sun, or in the rain, just as it happened.
One Sabbath, as we were driving past the house of D.D.Page, a gentleman who owned a large baking establishment, as I was sitting upon the box of the carriage, which was very much elevated, I saw Mr.Page pursuing a slave around the yard, with a long whip, cutting him at every jump.

The man soon escaped from the yard, and was followed by Mr.Page.They came running past us, and the slave perceiving that he would be overtaken, stopped suddenly, and Page stumbled over him, and falling on the stone pavement, fractured one of his legs, which crippled him for life.

The same gentleman, but a short time previous, tied up a woman of his, by the name of Delphia, and whipped her nearly to death; yet he was a deacon in the Baptist church, in good and regular standing.

Poor Delphia! I was well acquainted with her, and called to see her while upon her sick bed; and I shall never forget her appearance.