that all these human beings were my slaves; — to be 

 sure, I never saw people look more happy in my 

 life ; and I believe their condition to be much 

 more comfortable than that of the labourers of 

 Great Britain ; and, after all, slavery, in their case, 

 is but another name for servitude, now that no 

 more negroes can be forcibly carried away from 

 Africa, and subjected to the horrors of the voy- 

 age, and of the seasoning after their arrival: but 

 still I had already experienced, in the morning, 

 that Juliet was wrong in saying " What's in a 

 name ? 99 For soon after my reaching the lodging- 

 house at Savannah la Mar, a remarkably clean- 

 looking negro lad presented himself with some 

 water and a towel : I concluded him to belong to 

 the inn ; and, on my returning the towel, as he 

 found that I took no notice of him, he at length 

 ventured to introduce himse]f, by saying, — " Massa 

 not know me; me your slave! 99 — and really the 

 sound made me feel a pang at the heart. The 

 lad appeared all gaiety and good humour, and his 

 whole countenance expressed anxiety to recom- 

 mend himself to my notice ; but the word " slave" 

 seemed to imply, that, although he did feel pleasure 

 then in serving me, if he had detested me he must 

 have served me still. I really felt quite humiliated 

 at the moment, and was tempted to tell him, — " Do 

 not say that again ; say that you are my negro, but 

 do not call yourself my slave." 



Altogether, they shouted and sang me into a 



