never knew. Allow me first to make one
observation. Now I look
back, I cannot help attributing the greater part of my
misery, to
the
misfortune of having been thrown into the world without the
grand support of life--a mother's
affection. I had no one to love
me; or to make me respected, to
enable me to
acquire respect.
I was an egg dropped on the sand; a pauper by nature, hunted from
family to family, who belonged to nobody--and nobody cared for me.
I was
despised from my birth, and denied the chance of obtaining
a
footing for myself in society. Yes; I had not even the chance
of being considered as a fellow-creature--yet all the people with
whom I lived,
brutalized as they were by the low
cunning of trade,
and the despicable shifts of
poverty, were not without bowels,
though they never yearned for me. I was, in fact, born a slave,
and chained by infamy to
slavery during the whole of existence,
without having any companions to alleviate it by
sympathy, or teach
me how to rise above it by their example. But, to resume the thread
of my tale--
"At sixteen, I suddenly grew tall, and something like comeliness
appeared on a Sunday, when I had time to wash my face, and put on
clean clothes. My master had once or twice caught hold of me in
the passage; but I
instinctively avoided his disgusting caresses.
One day however, when the family were at a methodist meeting, he
contrived to be alone in the house with me, and by blows--yes;
blows and menaces, compelled me to
submit to his
ferocious desire;
and, to avoid my
mistress's fury, I was obliged in future to comply,
and skulk to my loft at his command, in spite of increasing loathing.
"The
anguish which was now pent up in my bosom, seemed to open
a new world to me: I began to extend my thoughts beyond myself,
and
grieve for human
misery, till I discovered, with
horror--ah!
what
horror!--that I was with child. I know not why I felt a mixed
sensation of
despair and
tenderness, excepting that, ever called
a
bastard, a
bastard appeared to me an object of the greatest
com
passion in creation.
"I communicated this
dreadful circumstance to my master, who
was almost
equally alarmed at the
intelligence; for he feared his
wife, and public
censure at the meeting. After some weeks of
deliberation had elapsed, I in
continual fear that my altered shape
would be noticed, my master gave me a medicine in a phial, which
he desired me to take, telling me, without any circumlocution, for
what purpose it was designed. I burst into tears, I thought it
was killing myself--yet was such a self as I worth preserving?
He cursed me for a fool, and left me to my own
reflections.
I could not
resolve to take this
infernal potion; but I
wrapped it up in an old gown, and hid it in a corner of my box.
"Nobody yet suspected me, because they had been accustomed to
view me as a creature of another
species. But the threatening
storm at last broke over my
devoted head--never shall I forget it!
One Sunday evening when I was left, as usual, to take care of the
house, my master came home intoxicated, and I became the prey of
his
brutalappetite. His
extreme intoxication made him forget his
customary
caution, and my
mistress entered and found us in a
situation that could not have been more
hateful to her than me.
Her husband was 'pot-valiant,' he feared her not at the moment,
nor had he then much reason, for she
instantly turned the whole
force of her anger another way. She tore off my cap, scratched,
kicked, and buffetted me, till she had exhausted her strength,
declaring, as she rested her arm, 'that I had wheedled her husband
from her.--But, could any thing better be expected from a
wretch,