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American Tract Society Step by Step; Or, Tidy's Way to Freedom

The closing hymn fell with sweet acceptance upon her ear, and calmed, in some measure, the tumultuous rapture of her spirit:—
"Earth has engrossed my love too long! 'Tis time I lift mine eyes Upward, dear Father, to thy throne, And to my native skies. "There the blest Man, my Saviour sits; The God! how bright he shines! And scatters infinite delights On all the happy minds. *'Seraphs, with elevated strains, Circle the throne around; And move and charm the starry plains, With an immortal sound. "Jesus, the Lord, their harps employs; Jesus, my love, they sing!
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American Tract Society Step by Step; Or, Tidy's Way to Freedom

None can tell, but those who have gone through the trying experience, how hard it is for a mother to part with her child when God calls it away by death. But oh, how much harder it must be to have a babe torn away from the maternal arms by the stern hand of oppression, and flung out on the cruel tide of selfishness and passion! Let us weep, dear children, for the poor slave mothers who have to endure such wrongs.
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American Tract Society Step by Step; Or, Tidy's Way to Freedom

IF ever there was a sunshiny corner of slavery, it was that into which a kind Providence dropped this little, helpless babe, now but a little more than two years old.
It was a pleasant day in early spring when Colonel Lee alighted from his gig before the family mansion at Rosevale, and laid the child, as a present, at the feet of his daughter Matilda.
Miss Matilda Lee was about thirty years of age,—as active and thrifty a little woman as could be found any where within the domains of this cruel system of oppression. Slavery is like a two-edged knife, cutting both ways.
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