According to it, lost souls are to be parched in the burning heat of Hecla, and then cast for ever to cool in its never-thawing snows.

Although Phillis could not have quoted this, her opinions would have applied it.

For some reason, it was evident to her mind (for she had been well instructed in the Bible) that slavery was from the first ordained as a curse.

It might, to her high spirit, have been like burning in the bosom of Hecla; but taking refuge among Abolitionists was, from the many instances that had come to her knowledge, like cooling in its never-thawing snows.
At the time that we introduced her to the reader, she was the mother of twelve children.

Some were quite young, but a number of them were grown, and all of them, with the exception of one, (the namesake of his father,) inherited their mother's energy of character.