UNCLE TOM'S CABIN
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LIFE AMONG THE LOWLY. 117<br />
" WTiii* 's this?" the King say said Marie,as she ran over<br />
the paper.<br />
"<br />
Ridiculous ! I thoughtcousin was left hand,Depart from me, ye cursed,into everlasting<br />
(oo pious for such horrid things," she added, as<br />
fire : for I was an hungered, and ye gave<br />
she carelessly wrote her name ; "hut, if she has a me no meat : I was thirsty, and me no<br />
ye gave<br />
fancy for that article, I am sure she 's welcome.'-' drink : I was a stranger, and ye took me not in :<br />
"<br />
Thei e, now, she 's yours, body and soul,"said naked,and ye clothed me not : I was sick,and in<br />
St. Clare,handing the paper.<br />
prison, ye visited me not. Then shall they<br />
"<br />
No more mine now than she was before," answer unto him,Lord,when saw we thee an hungered,<br />
said Miss Ophelia. " Nobody but God has a right<br />
or athirst,or a stranger, or naked, or sick,<br />
to give her to me ; but I can protecther now." or in prison, and did not minister unto thee?<br />
"<br />
Well, she 's yours by a fictionof law,then," Then shall he say unto them<br />
,<br />
Inasmuch as<br />
ye did<br />
saiilSt. Clare,as he turned back into the parlor, it not to one of the leastof these my brethren, ye<br />
and sat down to his paper.<br />
did it not to me."<br />
Miss Ophelia, who seldom sat much in Marie's St. Clare seemed struck with this last passage,<br />
company, followed him into the parlor, havingfor he read it the second time twice," slowly,<br />
firstcarefully laid away the and<br />
paper.<br />
as if he were revolving the words in his mind.<br />
Tom," said, folks such<br />
"<br />
Augustine," she said, suddenly, as she sat<br />
" he " these that get<br />
knitting,<br />
you ever made any provision for hard measure seem to have been doingjustwhat I<br />
your<br />
in of death ?"<br />
lives ; and<br />
servants, case your have," livinggood,easy, respectable<br />
not troubling to inquire how many of<br />
"<br />
said St. Clare,as he read on.<br />
No,"<br />
"<br />
Then all your indulgence to them may prove<br />
their brethren were hungry, or athirst, sick,or<br />
a greatcruelty,by and by "<br />
in prison."<br />
St. Clare had often thought the same thing Tom did not answer.<br />
himself ; but he answered,negligently,<br />
St. Clare rose<br />
up and walked thoughtfully up<br />
"<br />
Well,I mean to make a provision, by and by."<br />
and down the veranda,seeming to forgeteverything<br />
"When?" said Miss Ophelia.<br />
in his own thoughts; so absorbed was he,<br />
"<br />
0, one of these days."<br />
that'Tom had to remind him twice that the teabell<br />
had rung, before he could gethis attention.<br />
"<br />
What if you should die first?"<br />
"<br />
Cousin,what 's the matter ?" said St. Clare, St. Clare was absent and thoughtful, all teatime.<br />
After tea,he and Marie and Miss Ophelia<br />
laying down his paper and looking at her. "<br />
Do<br />
you think I show symptoms of yellowfever or took possession parlor,almost in silence.<br />
making post mortem arrangements<br />
Marie on a lounge, under a<br />
zeal?"<br />
was soon sound<br />
cholera,that you<br />
are<br />
with such<br />
disposedherself<br />
silken mosquitocurtain, and<br />
" ' In the midst of lifewe are in death,' " said asleep. Miss Opheliasilently busied herself<br />
Miss Ophelia.<br />
with her knittingṢt. Clare sat down to the<br />
St. Clare rose<br />
up, and laying the paper down piano, and began playing a soft and melancholy<br />
carelessly, walked to the door that stood open<br />
on movement with the iEolian accompaniment Ḥe<br />
the veranda țo put an end to a conversation that seemed in a deeprevery, and to be soliloquizing<br />
was not agreeable to him. Mechanically, to himself by music. After a little, he opened<br />
"<br />
rer eated the last word again, Death ! " and one of the drawers,took out an old music-book<br />
as he leaned agains the railings, and watched whose leaves were yello w'ith age,<br />
and began<br />
the sparkling water as it rose and fell in the turning it over.<br />
fountain ; and, as in a dim and dizzyhaze, saw<br />
"<br />
he There," said to Miss Ophelia, " this was<br />
flowers and trees and vases of the courts, he one of my mother's books," and here is her<br />
repeatedagain the mysticword so common in handwriting, ana look at it. She copied<br />
every mouth, yet of such fearful power,<br />
and arranged this from Mozart's Requiem." Miss<br />
" "<br />
Death !" Strangethat there should be such Ophelia came according^.<br />
something singoften,"<br />
a word," he said, " and such- a thing, and we<br />
"<br />
It was she used to<br />
ever forget it ; that one should be living, "<br />
said St. Clare. I think I can hear her now."<br />
and beautiful, full of hopes, desires and wants, He struck a few majestichords, and began<br />
one day,and the next be gone, utterly gone, and singing that grand old Latin piece țhe " Dies<br />
forever!"<br />
Irae."<br />
It was a warm, goldenevening; and, as he Tom, who was listening in the outer veranda,<br />
walked to the other end of the veranda,he saw was drawn by the sound to the very door,where<br />
Tom busily intent on his Bible,pointing, he stood earnestlyḤe did not understand the<br />
did so, with his finger, to each successiveword, and words,of course ; but the music and manner of<br />
whispering them to himself with an earnest air. singingappeared to affecthim strongly, especially<br />
"<br />
\Vant me to read to you, Tom?" said St. when St. Clare sang the more pathetic<br />
Clare,seating himself carelessly by him.<br />
parts. Tom would have sympathized "If Mas'r pleases,"said Tom, gratefully; if he had known the meaningof the beautiful<br />
'*<br />
Mas'r makes it so much plainer."<br />
words :<br />
St. Clare took the book and at the<br />
Jesu pie<br />
of the causa tuas vias<br />
place, and began readingone<br />
glanced<br />
passages<br />
Recordare<br />
Quod sum<br />
which Tom had designated by the heavy marks<br />
Ne me perdas,iliadie<br />
around it. It ran^as follows Quterens :<br />
me sedistilassus<br />
Redemisti erueeui<br />
"<br />
When the Son of man shall come in his<br />
passus<br />
glory,<br />
Tantus labor noa sitcassus.*<br />
and all his holyangelswith him, then shall he<br />
sit upon the throne of "These lines have been thus rather<br />
his glory : and before him<br />
inadequate^<br />
shall be gathered all nations ; and he shall translated :<br />
separate<br />
Think, 0 Jesus, for what<br />
them one from another,as a shepherd<br />
Thou,<br />
divideth his sheep from the ei dured'st earth's spiteand treason.<br />
goats." St. Clare<br />
read on in an animated voicețillhe came to the<br />
unto them on his<br />
Nor me se, in that dread season ;<br />
Seekingme, thy worn feet hasted,<br />
On the cross thy soul death tasted,<br />
Let not all these toilsbe wasted