Reading well, she was familiar with the Bible, and had committed to memory a vast number of hymns.

These, she and her sister, with William, often sung in the kitchen, or at her mother's cabin.

Miss Janet declared it reminded her of the employment of the saints in heaven, more than any church music she had ever heard; especially when they sang, "There is a land of pure delight." That heart must be steeled against the sweet influences of the Christian religion, which listens not with an earnest pleasure to the voice of the slave, singing the songs of Zion.

No matter how kind his master, or how great and varied his comforts, he is a slave! His soul cannot, on earth, be animated to attain aught save the enjoyment of the passing hour.

Why need he recall the past?
The present does not differ from it--toil, toil, however mitigated by the voice of kindness.