No sooner has aunt rachel seen the children in their neat and familiar attire, than her feelings bound with joy,she cannot longer restrain them. She has watched marstons moral delinquencies with suspicion but she loves the children none the less. And with honest negro nature she runs to them, clasps them to her bosom, fondles them, and kisses them like a fond mother. The happy associations of the past, contrasted with their present unhappy condition, unbind the fountain of her solicitude,she pours it upon them, warm and fervent. Gwine t sell ye, too. Masr, poor old masr, wouldnt