My master was very active in this disgraceful affair, but the excellent man, Rev. Mr. G., was acquitted and escaped out of their hands.  Still, it was deemed by his brethren to be imprudent for him to preach any more in the place, as some of the more reckless masters swore violence against him.  This good man’s name is remembered dearly, till this day, by slaves in that county.  I met with a fugitive about a year ago, who remembered distinctly the words spoken by Mr. G., and by which his own mind was awakened to a sense of the value of his soul.  He said, in the course of his preaching, addressing himself to the slaves, “You have precious immortal souls, that are worth far more to you than your bodies are to your masters;” or words to that effect.  But while these words interested many slaves, they also made many masters exceedingly angry, and they tortured his words into an attempt to excite the slaves to rebellion.

Some of my master’s slaves who had families, were regularly married, and others were not; the law makes no provision for such marriages, and the only provision made by the master was, that they should obtain his leave.  In some cases, after obtaining leave to take his wife, the slave would ask further leave to go to a minister and be married.  I never knew him to deny such a request, and yet, in those cases where the slave did not ask it, he never required him to be married by a minister.  Of course, no Bibles, Tracts, or religious books of any kind, were ever given to the slaves; and no ministers or religious instructors were ever known to visit our plantation at any time, either in sickness or in health.  When a slave was sick, my master being himself a physician, sometimes attended, and sometimes he called other physicians.  Slaves frequently sickened and died, but I never knew any provision made to administer to them the comforts, or to offer to them the hopes of the gospel, or to their friends after their death.

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There is no one feature of slavery to which the mind recurs with more gloomy impressions, than to its disastrous influence upon the families of the masters, physically, pecuniarily, and mentally.

It seems to destroy families as by a powerful blight, large and opulent slave-holding families, often vanish like a group of shadows at the third or fourth generation.  This fact arrested my attention some years before I escaped from slavery, and of course before I had any enlightened views of the moral character of the system.  As far back as I can recollect, indeed, it was a remark among slaves, that every generation of slaveholders are more and more inferior.  There were several large and powerful families in our county, including that of my master, which affords to my mind a melancholy illustration of this remark.  One of the wealthiest slaveholders in the county, was General R., a brother-in-law to my master.  This man owned a large and highly valuable tract of land, called R.’s Manor.  I do not know how many slaves he owned, but the number was large.  He lived in a splendid mansion, and drove his coach and four.  He was for some years a member of Congress.  He had a numerous family of children.