A Slave Girls Story | Page 7

gave him that much.
I was thinking of my dear brother when the news reached me that he
was in this city, and I can never tell any one how glad that I was to see
the only boy that my mother ever had, for we all loved him dearly, as
he cared for all the rest of the children and it was no more than natural
that we should; and my mother thought so much of him that she often
would say if we were all boys she would not have to worry, for boys
could do so much better than girls. But I think that she found that the
girls were the best in her old age, for if one could not be near her the
other would, and if there is a time in the life of a parent it is when they
are helpless, and a boy is not any good to care for a sick parent and they
have to go without care.
But God be praised for all of the love and honor that was bestowed on
mother before she went home, for God has told us to honor our fathers
and our mothers that their days may be long upon the land which the
Lord, thy God, giveth thee; and we can not do them enough honor for
the love and the all night watching that we have when we are babies,
and if we have all of the love and care that I had, I am sure that a
mother has her hands full; and when now I think of the care and the
worry that it was to take care of my sick body, I can not help telling
some one of it, that they may feel as grateful as I feel, for God did give
them love for me, and if there is one that should feel grateful it is this
feeble-bodied slave girl, for I was such a slave to sickness, and God
was so good to raise me, even me, and I will say, praise His name.
I was telling you of my white mother being so true to the attendance in
the services of God, and I only wish that you would have known her as
I did, for she was more like one of the heavenly host than she was like
us, who are such sinful creatures. Now, it seems like sometimes that we
have not much love for the One who had so much love for us that He
gave all the dear One that He had to bring us to Himself, that we should

taste of those joys which He has for those who have washed their robes
and made them white in the Blood of the Lamb.
The Lord helped me to find love and favor with all after my white
mother was gone from this earth, when I felt that I would soon follow
the darling one to the blessed mansion; and I would look to see her
come to me, and I went as soon as I was well to the house and lay on
the steps, and it was not until we had left the dear old place before I
could be kept from there; and I wish that the whole world could have
seen how much she was like an angel, and I would to God she could
see me to-day; it would do you good. Lord, lead me on day by day, and
help my feeble life to be formed like her's, for when I think how she
used to watch by my bed at nights, while the angels watched by my bed
from on high to see that I should rise; and is not God the One that I
should serve? And I love to serve Him and honor Him, for He is my all
in all; for she has shown me how great her love was for me and all of
humanity, and I love to think of her love and to know how wonderful it
would be to see her sweet face on this green earth, and it does seem to
me as if I could almost see her by thinking of her so much.
I have said that we came to this lovely city in the year of our Lord 1865,
and in that year I went to live with a good family that were members of
the church, where the Lord spoke peace to my soul, under the
preaching of the Rev. David Moore, then the beloved leader of the
noblest band of God's children on this earth, and a more beloved people
never lived. They were always on the lookout for any strangers that
might come in the church; and they soon found