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From Cynthia 1870 I asked if her husband was living. "Yes" she said, "the last I heard." "Then he isn't home." "O, no ma'am, he left me 7 years ago and now he is married to another woman. It was might hard." He belonged to another master from herself, she said. I fear it will be long before many of them will learn to regard marriage so sacredly as they should. It is plain that in their education they had not many "Mrs. Shelly's" to "burden them with a morality above their condition." Frances Waters, the girl who went with me to the graveyard, is a very well behaved and really interesting girl, just as good in school as one could possibly be. Her mother is a widow, with only two children, Frances and a sister older. They are all very well appearing. Their family were all the slaves their master had. They were well treated, lived in the kitchen, a little home with a room below and one above, separate from the family house, after the style of southern kitchens. They had the unusual privilege of eating on a table set in their room at the same time that the meal was served in the house, and did not have to wait and be fed by the broken fragments. One of them stayed to wait on the table for the family. They say they were much attached to their masters and mistresses. The children used to play with them, and they were treated much alike, only the white children were sent to school and they were not. When Lincoln had declared all slaves free, they were told by their mistress that they were free, and were brought in a wagon