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pain to his little body and agony to his sensitive 

 spirit. And so he was compelled to endure a slavery 

 worse than death. He had no one to appeal to : 

 no friends at hand. His suffering was unknown 

 outside of the walls he was compelled to call home. 

 No humane ears heard his plaintive whinings, which 

 at times" he could not repress ; no humane eyes saw 

 the abuse, or the sufferings that resulted. The book 

 of record in which unmerciful deeds are kept has 

 never been opened to human view, and the mysteri- 

 ous entries made therein will not be known until the 

 day when mercy may be most required. 



Cruelty, neglect, confinement, and grief at last 

 told upon little Byron, and he lost his cheerful spirits 

 and bright ways. Then his mistress considered him 

 a nuisance. She would willingly have given him 

 away ; but the love she had professed for him before 

 her friends would not permit it. 



One day he seemed duller than usual, and one 

 of the servants who had just kicked him stooped 

 down and examined him closely. 



4 The little brute has got the mange,' he ex- 

 claimed. 



