1 I was quite a child, but I well remember it.
2 When quite a child, she fell into the fire, and burned herself horribly.
3 She had already given birth to one child, which proved her to be just what he wanted.
4 Ye compass sea and land to make one proselyte, and when he is made, ye make him twofold more the child of hell than yourselves.
5 Very soon after my return to Baltimore, my mistress, Lucretia, died, leaving her husband and one child, Amanda; and in a very short time after her death, Master Andrew died.
6 For what this separation is done, I do not know, unless it be to hinder the development of the child's affection toward its mother, and to blunt and destroy the natural affection of the mother for the child.
7 Frequently, before the child has reached its twelfth month, its mother is taken from it, and hired out on some farm a considerable distance off, and the child is placed under the care of an old woman, too old for field labor.