UNCLE TOM'S CABIN

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every
only
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dear,good,
no UNCLE TOM S CABIN : OR,
sure I shall; and "
Mammy, kind dear aunty as as
many she wants I onlygave
Mammy!" she said fondlythrowingher arms them to our poor people myself,becaus'e you
rouna ner old nurse,
" know
you '11be there, know, papa, theymight be forgotten when i am
too."
gone, and because I hoped it might helpthem
"0, Miss Eva, don't see how I can livewithout
remember You are a Christian, are
you
ye, nohow!" said the faithful creature. not, papa ?" said Eva,doubtfully.
" "
'Pears like it 's justtakingeverything off the Why do you ask me!"
placeto oncet !" and Mammy gave,way to a "
passion
I don't know. You are so good, I don't see
of grief.
how you can help it."
Miss Opheliapushed her and Tom gently from
"
What is being a Christian, Eva?"
the apartment, and thoughtthey were all gone ;
but,as she turned,Topsy was standingthere.
"Where did you start up from?" she said,
suddenly.
"
I was here,"sard Topsy,wipingthe tears
from her eyes. "0, Miss Eva, I 've been a bad
too ?"
"
Yes, poor Topsy ! to be sure, I will. There
girl; but won't you give me one,
same attitude. When they were all gone, he sat
so still.
on
"
Papa !" said Eva,gently, layingher hand
his.
no
He gave a sudden start and shiver ; but made
answer.
" Dear papa !" said Eva.
Tom's greatestdeligh to carry
"
I cannot,"1said St. Clare,rising,
" I cannot form in his arms, resting on a pillow, now up and
have it so. The Almighty hath dealt very bitterly down her room, now out into the veranda ; and
with me !" and St. Clare pronouncedthese words
with a bitter emphasis,indeed.
"
Augustine ! has not God a right to do what
he will with his own?" said Miss Ophelia.
"Perhaps so; but that doesn't make it any
easier to bear," said he,with a dry,hard,tearless
I was wrong ; I was wicked. I will feel any
you sit up
way; do "
any way, don't distress "
yourself; nights, and Tom has onlythis one thing,and
don't sob so. I will be resigned ; I was Avicked his singing; and I know, too,he does it easier
to speak as I did."
than you
can. He carries me so strong !"
Eva soon laylike a wearied dove in her father's The desire to do somethingwas not confinedt(,
arms ; and he, bendingover her,soothed her by Tom. Evei-yservant in the establishment showed
every
tender word he could think of.
the same feeling, and in their way did what they
Marie rose and threw herself out of the apartment
could.
towards her darling
into her own, when she fell into violent
hysterics.
"You didn't giveme a curl,Eva," said her
father,smilingsadly.
"
They are all yours, papa," said she,smiling,
such,it was impossible for her to rest ; and,of
course, it was against her principles to let any
"
"yours and mamma's; and you must give one else rest. Twenty times in a night,Mammy
"
Loving Christ most of all,"said Eva.
"
Do you, Eva?"
"
Certainly I do."
"
You never saw him," said St. Clare.
"That makes no difference," said Eva. "I
believe him, and in a few days I shall see him ;"
and the young face grew fervent, radiant with joy.
St. Clare said no more. It was a feeling which
time you look at that, think that I loved he had seen before in his mother ; but no chord
you, and wanted you to be a goodgirl!"
within vibrated to it.
"
0, Miss Eva, I is tryin!" said Topsy, earrestly;
but, Lor, it 's so hard to be good ! more
Eva,afterthis,declined rapidly ; there was no
any .doubt of the event; the fondest hope
Tears like I an*t used to it,no ways !"
could not be blinded. Her beautiful room was
"
Jesus knows it,Topsy; he is sorry for you ; avowedly a sick room ; and Miss Opheliadayand
he will helpyou."
nightperformed the duties of a nurse,
"
and
Topsy, with her eyes hid in her apron, was never did her friends appreciate her value more
silentlypassed from the apartment by Miss than in that capacity Ẉith so well trained a
Ophelia; but, as she went, she hid the precioushand and eye, such perfect adroitness and practice
mrl in her bosom.
in every art which could promote neatness
All beinggone, Miss Opheliashut the door.'1and comfort,and keepout of sight every disagreeable
Jhat worthylady had wipedaway many tears of incident of
"
sickness, with such a perfect
her own, duringthe scene ; but concern for the sense of time,such a clear,untroubled head,such
consequence of such an excitement to her young exact accuracy in rememberingevery prescription
charge was uppermostin her mind.
and directionof the she doctors," was everything
St. Clare had been sitting, during the whole
time,with his hand shading his eyes,
in the
to him. They who had shruggedtheir shoulders
at her littlepeculiarities and setnesses,so unlike
the careless freedom of southern manners, acknowledged
that now she was the exact person
that was wanted.
Uncle *Tom was much in Eva's room. The
child suffered much from nervous restlessness, and
it was a relief to her to be carried ; and it was
her little frail
when the fresh sea-breezes blew from the lake,"
and the child felt freshest in the morning," he
would sometimes walk with her under the orangetrees
in the garden,or, sittingdown in some of
their old seats,sing to her their favorite old
hymns.
but his
There,Eva,"
"
manner, as he turned away.
Her father often did the same thing;
"
Pa'pa, you break my heart !'"said Eva, risingframe was slighter, and when he was weary, Eva
and throwingherself into his arms
"
; you must would say to him,
not feel so!" and the child sobbed and wept
let Tom take me. Poor fellow! it
"
0, papa,
with a violence which alarmed them all,and pleases him ; and you know it 's all he can do
turned her father'sthoughtsat once to another now, and he wants to do something!"
"
channel.
So do I,Eva !" said her father.
"
Well, papa, you
can do everything, and are
"
there,dearest ! Hush ! hush !
rverything to me. You read to me,
Poor Mammy's heart yearned
; but she found no opportunity, night or day.
as Marie declared that the state of her mind was