She had been taken care of when a child by the father of her present owner, who was no other than Dr.
Humphries, and now that she had grown old and feeble, he had provided her with a home, and supported her in return for the long life of faithful service she had spent as his slave.
The next morning at about nine o'clock, a hearse might have been seen in front of the old woman's cabin.

Without any assistance the negro driver lifted a little coffin from the chairs on which it rested in the room, and conveyed it into the hearse.

It then drove off slowly, followed by the old negro and the infant, and drove to the burial ground.

There a short and simple prayer was breathed over the coffin, and in a few moments a mound of earth covered it.

Thus was buried the little angel girl, who we have seen suffer uncomplainingly, and die with a trusting faith in her advent to Heaven.