nge; he had given her every
opportunity to repent, and he had called her to her account. He charged
them to make their preparation now closing, by bringing before their minds
that great day when the Judge of the earth would summon before him every
soul he had made. None could escape his all-piercing eye; the king and his
subject, the rich and the poor the strong and the weak, the learned and the
ignorant the white and the colored, the master and his slave! each to
render his or her account for the deeds done in the body.

The servants were extremely attentive, listening with breathless interest
as he enlarged upon the awful events of the Judgment. Many a tear fell,
many a heart throbbed, many a soul stretched forth her wings toward the
kingdom and glory which had been the clergyman's theme.

After he concluded, their attention was absorbed by the preparation to
remove the body to its final resting place. The face was looked upon, then
covered; the coffin lid screwed down; strong arms lifting and bearing it to
the bier. Nancy and Isaac, her only relatives, were near the coffin, and
Mr. Weston and the clergyman followed them. The rest formed in long
procession. With measured step and appropriate thought they passed their
cabins toward the place used for the interment of the slaves on the
plantation.

They had gone a little way, when a full, rich female voice gently broke in
upon the stillness; it was Phillis's. Though the first line was sung in a
low tone, every one heard it.

"Alas! and did my Saviour bleed!"

They joined in, following the remains of their fellow-servant, and
commemorating the sufferings of one who became as a servant, that He might
exalt all who trust in Him.

It might be there was little hope for the dead, but not less sufficient the
Atonement on Calvary, not less true that for each and all "did he devote
that sacred head;" that for pity which he felt for all,

"He hung upon the tree:
Amazing pity, grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!"

While the voices swept through the air, a tribute of lowly hearts ascended
to God.

They had now reached the burial ground; all was in readiness, and the men
deposited their burden in the earth. Deep and solemn thought was portrayed
on every face; music had softened their feelings, and the reflections
suggested by the hymn prepared them for kind sentiments toward the dead,
though no one had loved her in life. The first hard clod that rattled on