AJY FIEST GREAT TEIAL.
ORIGIN OF MY NAME.—A KIND MASTER.—HE 18 DROWNED.--
MY MOTHER'S PRAYERS.—A SLAVE AUCTION.—TORN FROM MY
MOTHER.—SEVERE SICKNESS.—A CRUEL MASTER.—SOLD AGAIN
AND RPSTORED TO MY MOTHER.
A fter the sale of my father by Newman, Dr.
Jjl McPherson would no longer hire out my
mother to him. She returned, accordingly, to his
estate. He was far kinder to his slaves than the
planters generally were, never suffering them to be
struck by any one. He was a man of good, kind
impulses, liberal, jovial, hearty. No degree of arbi¬
trary power could ever lead him to cruelty. As
the first negro child ever born to him, I was his
especiaFpet. He gave me his own Christian name,
Josiah, and with that he also gave me my last name,
Henson, after an uncle of his, who was an officer in
the revolutionary war. A bright spot in my child¬
hood was my residence with him—bright, but, alas !
fleeting. Events were rapidly maturing which were
to change the whole aspect of my life. The kind
doctor was not exempt from that failing which too
often besets easy, social natures in a dissipated
community. He could not restrain his convivial
propensities. Although he maintained a high repu-