great talents and extreme beauty, was bought by
an uneducated and drunken salve-dealer.

I cannot give a more correct description of the
scene, when she was called from her brother to the
stand, than will be found in the following lines--



"Why stands she near the auction stand?
That girl so young and fair;
What brings her to this dismal place?
Why stands she weeping there?

Why does she raise that bitter cry?
Why hangs her head with shame,
As now the auctioneer's rough voice
So rudely calls her name!

But see! she grasps a manly hand,
And in a voice so low,
As scarcely to be heard, she says,
"My brother, must I go?"

A moment's pause: then, midst a wail
Of agonizing woe,
His answer falls upon the ear,--
"Yes, sister, you must go!

No longer can my arm defend,