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