104. 
BETHELSDORP. 
[1813. 
she mentioned, she said she had three sons dead, 
Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. On saying so, she 
turned her face to the wall and wept bitterly, and 
could not for half an hour be pacified. The scene 
was extremely affecting. I wished all the advocates 
for slavery in the whole world had been present, 
especially those who assert that African slaves have no 
affection for their offspring. Many such Africans, I 
am persuaded, were they to hear that some of our 
fashionables in London, though living under the same 
roof with their children, scarcely see them once a day, 
would cry out,— What savages 1 
Mr. R. preached to the soldiers at Fort Frederic, 
Algoa Bay. On returning, he mentioned that the 
farmer who is next neighbour to Bethelsdorp told 
him, that last week when going home, a lion met him 
in the road — they stood some time looking at each 
other, when the animal chose to walk quietly away. 
He had, however, devoured an ass belonging to the 
farmer. Perhaps the death of the ass prevented that 
of the farmer; having already had a good meal, he 
had less occasion to devour him, but had they met a 
little sooner, when the lion was more hungry, he might 
hjave fared very differently. 
A Hottentot calling after worship, who came from 
a distance, and who was a member of the church, 
led Mr. Read to relate the following account of his 
master's^ family. 
