The Negro Slaves: A Dramatic-historical Piece, in Three Acts. Tr. from the German of the President de Kotzebue ...

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T. Cadell, jr., and W. Davies, 1796 - German drama - 142 pages
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Page 54 - I then went out of my fenfes — I then drove a nail into its heart — It did not cry — It juft moved once — and fee, it is dead — would to God, my good mafter, my mother had been as compaflionate, and had deftroyed me at the time I was born ! WILLIAM.
Page 53 - I wifhed to give milk to my child, there came out blood — Two days did my poor child live upon blood, which it fucked from the fwellings, and it cried fo pitiably — (Smiling] Now it cries no more.
Page 55 - ... the arbor.) See there, a white man, who has humanity. Go down to that dead man ; here above-ground, you ftand alone among your brethren. — Hark ! what was that ? did not I hear the Overfeer's voice ? — Good night, dear child ! Sleep well — Now, they will fcourge thy mother, but thou art taken away from mifery. — Reft quietly upon this grave — reft tranquilly...
Page 53 - My days dragged on between work and hunger, and my nights were pafled in feWILLIAM. verifh fleep and tears, till they gave me a hufband that I might bring more flaves into the world. Three times did I hope and fear to become a mother, three times I mifcarried from over-work.
Page 54 - This child was the firft ray of joy that fhone upon my life. I heard its little voice. It lay upon my breaft — I rejoiced. I felt what joy is to a happy being ! — Sweet intoxication of motherly love ! Alas ! it is vanimed.
Page 55 - I have lived through many fuch fcenes, and yet 1 cannot grow accuilomed to them ! • Negro-woman. Flow gently, innocent blood ! flow down and wafh the bones of a man who was pious and good. Ah ! here refts a dead man — he was white, but humane. He compaflionated me, he bought me, becaufe I was unhappy.
Page 55 - He compaffionated me, he bought me, becaufe I was unhappy. He died foon after, and I am again unhappy ! but this will not laft long ! No, not much longer ! They will torture me for loving my child fo much, I am fick and weak, and mall not furvive their tortures.
Page 53 - Why didll thou this? • Negro-<woman. Ought not the mother to take care of her child ? • William. What impelled thee to this horrible deed ? • Negro-woman. Maternal love! My poor child would have been many a long year tormented ; whereas, now its torments lalted only three days.
Page 56 - You are crying, good mafter ? Alas ! that does me good ! — I have not feen it a long time. WILLIAM. (Hiding his face) Leave me alone, Truro. TRURO. You are not alone. The fpirit of your father hovers around you — the fpirit of the father of us all! (He kneels clofe to the grave) Oh thou good old mafter ! Oh that I could with my nails tear thee up from the earth ! SCENE III.
Page 37 - Golden rules ! 4 Lilli. Why golden ? I would not confide in the man who compares every thing that is beautiful and good to gold. — Rather call them rules of the fun, for they warm the heart ; or rules of death, for they teach us to die cheerfully. Thy father was well acquainted with them. I always rejoice when I recoiled how our old mailer died.

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