Time would fail me to notice all the crimes with which Southern men and women are charged; but their greatness and number precludes the possibility of their being believed.

According to Mrs.Stowe, mothers do not love their beautiful children at the South.

The husbands have to go to New England and bring back old maids to take care of them, and to see to their houses, which are going to rack and ruin under their wives' surveillance.

Oh! these Southern husbands, a heart of stone must pity them.
Then again, Southern planters keep dogs and blood-hounds to hunt up negroes, tear women's faces, and commit all sorts of _doggish_ atrocities.
Now I have a charitable way of accounting for this.

I am convinced, too, this is a misapprehension; and I'll tell you why.
I have a mortal fear of dogs myself.