The rest formed in long procession.

With measured step and appropriate thought they passed their cabins toward the place used for the interment of the slaves on the plantation.
They had gone a little way, when a full, rich female voice gently broke in upon the stillness; it was Phillis's.

Though the first line was sung in a low tone, every one heard it.
"Alas! and did my Saviour bleed!" They joined in, following the remains of their fellow-servant, and commemorating the sufferings of one who became as a servant, that He might exalt all who trust in Him.
It might be there was little hope for the dead, but not less sufficient the Atonement on Calvary, not less true that for each and all "did he devote that sacred head;" that for pity which he felt for all, "He hung upon the tree: Amazing pity, grace unknown! And love beyond degree!" While the voices swept through the air, a tribute of lowly hearts ascended to God.
They had now reached the burial ground; all was in readiness, and the men deposited their burden in the earth.

Deep and solemn thought was portrayed on every face; music had softened their feelings, and the reflections suggested by the hymn prepared them for kind sentiments toward the dead, though no one had loved her in life.

The first hard clod that rattled on the coffin, opened the fountain of their tears; she who had been the object of their aversion was gone from them forever; they could not now show her any kindness.