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I feel more like growing older than ever yet.    I want
a home and Hannah.  God give them to me!
  Another item.  Castle�s wife lives with another man, and
old Mr Bezly has given up farming.
  23.  Sunday.  To Brooklyn with Haney, the day�s pro-
mise exceeding performance in weather.   All the folk as usual.
A call at Thomson�s before dinner � and out but Mrs T. the
elder wh came over to Oxford St in the afternoon.   Fanny
and family project letting the house and returning to New
York.  Reason � want more �society.�  (Grace is 17 and ought
to have a fair chance at matrimony.   It�s a fair reason, too.
Many a pretty and amiable girl inEngland never gets a
husband in consequence of the hum-drum, pokey way her family
vegetates in. �Tis so in ours.)      Fanny spake of �Hattie,� Miss
Jacob�s mother.  The story is a tragic and touching one, illus-
trative of the far-reaching wrongs inflicted by �the sum of
all villanies,� Slavery.    The woman was a slave, young
and good-looking.  Her owner pursued her lustfully, she detesting
the man, and this, in conjunction with his wife�s jealousy, made
the slave-girl�s life a hell.     She was flogged and ill-used.
A relative, some old woman, her mother or aunt kept her
concealed in a hiding-place prepared for her, a sort of hatch
in a loft, and here, with her spine bent into a hoop she lived
six or seven years, finally escaping to the North.  The Willis
family � N. P�s first English wife received her, her price
and that of her children was paid.      These were born to her
by a white man, now a member of Congress.   She liked
him and gave herself up to the lover of her choice rather
than her brutal owner.      The incipient M.C. like a true