"Auntie, I leave my child's body with you.

See that it is buried and mark the spot where it rests, for oh! I feel that the day is not far distant when my weary head will rest in peace at last, when that time arrives, I desire to be buried by the remains of her who now lies there.

For the little boy who is here, keep him Auntie, until his father claims him, and should his father never return, take him before some man high in position, and tell him that a wretched mother leaves him to the care of his country, as a momento of one of the patriot band who died in her service." The old negro fell upon her knees before the speaker, and burst into tears, while even the rude policemen were touched by her remarks, Mr.
Swartz alone remained unmoved, the only feeling within him was a desire that the work of confining her in jail should be completed.
"And now one last farewell," continued Mrs.Wentworth, again embracing the corpse.

Another instant and she was out of the room followed by the three men, and they proceeded in the direction of the jail.
The old negro fell on her knees by the side of the bed, burying her head in the folds of the counterpane, while the tears flowed freely from her eyes.

The little boy nestled by her side sobbing and calling for his mother.
"Don't cry chile," said the old negro, endeavoring to console him.
"Your mammy will come back one of dese days," then recollecting the words of Mrs.Wentworth in reference to him, she took him in her arms, and continued, "poh chile, I will take care ob you until your father come for you." Thus did the good hearted slave register her promise to take care of the child, and her action was but the result of the kind treatment she had received from her owner.