UNCLE TOM'S CABIN

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the mean time,had been increased by the addition once, by saying."0, George,don't you know
tifanother
me? I
daughter.
'm your sisterEmily."
"
Little Harry a fine had been Cassy had seated herselfmore composedly, and
brightboy"
put to a good school,and was makingrapidproficiency
would have carried on her part very well,had
in knowledge.
not little Eliza suddenlyappearedbefore her,in
The worthypastor of the station, in Amherstberg,
where George had first landed, was so much justas her daughterwas when she saw her last.
exact shape and form, every outline and curl,
interestedin the statements of Madame de Thoux The littlethingpeeredup in her face ; and Cassy
and C issy,
that he yielded to the solicitationsof caught her up in her arms, pressedher to her
the former,to accompany
them to Montreal,in bosom, saying, what at the moment she really
"
their search, she bear Jig
all the expense of the believed,
" Darling, I 'm your mother!"
In
expedition.
fact,it was a troublesome matter to do up
The scene now changesto a small,neat tenement,
exactly in proper order ; but the goodpastor, at
in the outskirts of Montreal ; the time, last,succeeded in gettingeverybodyquiet, and
evening. A cheerfulfireblazes on the hearth ; a delivering the speechwith which he had intended
tea-table, covered with a snowy cloth ștands prepared
to open the exercises ; and in which, at last, he
for the evening meal. In one corner of the succeeded so well that his whole audience were
room was a table covered with a
green cloth, sobbing about him in a manner that ought to
where was an
open wri ting-desk, pens, paper, and satisfy any orator,ancient or modern.
over it a shelf of well-selectedbooks.
They knelt together, and the goodman prayed,
This was George'study. The same zeal for
there are some feelingso agitated and
self-improvement, which led him to steal the tumultuous,that they can find rest onlyby being
much-coveted arts of reading and writing,amid pouredinto the bosom of and
Almightylove,"
all the toilsand discouragements of his earlylife, then,risingup, the new-found family embraced
stillled him to devote all his leisure time to self each other with a holy trust in Him, who from
cultivation.
such peril and dangers, and by such unknowr
At this j resent time,he is seated at the table, ways, had broughtthem together.
making not ;s from a volume of the familylibrary The note-book of a missionary, among tho
he has been reading.
Canadian fugitives, contains truth stranger thar
"Come, George," says Eliza,"you've been fiction. How can it be otherwise, when a system
gone all day. Do put clown that book, and let "s prevails which whirls families, and scatters theii
talk,while I 'm do."
members, as the wind whirls and scatters the
gettingtea,"
And littleEliza seconds the effort,by toddlingleaves of autumn? These shores of refuge, like
up to her father,and trying to pullthe book out the eternal shore,often unite again, glad communion,
Oi his hand,and install herself on his knee as a
hearts that for longyears have mourned
substitutẹ
each other as lost. And afiecting beyondexpres
"
0, you littlewitch!" says George,yielding, sion is the earnestness with which every
new
as, in such circumstances, man always must. arrival among them is met, if,perchance, it maj
"That's right,"says Eliza,as she begins to bringtidings of mother, sister, child or wife știll
cut a loaf of bread. A little older she looks ; lost to view in the shadows of slavery.
her form a little fuller;her air more matronly Deeds of heroism are wroughthere more than
than of /ore ; but evidently contented and happy those of romance, when, defyingtorture, and
as woman need be.
braving death itselfțhe fugitive voluntarily
" B my, my boy, how did come on
you
in that threads his way back to the terrors and perils of
sum, to-day?" says George, as he laid his hand that dark land,that he maj bringout his sister,
on his son's he'ad.
or mother,or wife.
Harry has losthis long curls ; but he can never One young man, of whtm a missionaryhaa
lose those eyes and eyelashes, and that fine,bold told us, twice re-captured, and suffering shameful
brow, that flusheswith triumph,as he answers, stripes for his heroism,had escapedagain; and,
" I did it, every bit of it,myself, father ; and nobody
in a letterwhich we heard read,tells his friends
helpedme !"
that he isgoing back a third time, that he may,
" That 's right,"says his father ; " depend on at last,bringaway his sister. My good sir, ia
yourself, my son. You have a better chance than this man a hero,or a criminal ? Would not you
ever your poor father had."
do as much for your sister? And can you blamo
At this moment, there is a
rap at the door ; him?
and Eliza goes and opens it. The "
delighted But, to return to our friends, whom we left
"Why!- this "
you? up her husband; wiping their eyes, and recoveringthemselves
and the goodpastor of Amhcrstbergiswelcomed. from too greatand sudden a joy. They are now
There are two more women with him, and Eliza seated around the social board,and are getting
asks them to sitdown.
decidedlycompanionable ; only that Cassy,who
Now, if the truth must be told,the honest keepslittleEliza on her lap,occasionally squeezes
had
!)astor arranged
a little programme, accordng
to which this affairwas to developitself; her, and obstinately refuses to have her mouth
the littlethingin a manner that rather astonishes
and,on the way up, all had very cautiously and stuffed with cake to the extent the little one
prudently exhorted each other not to let "
thingsdesires,
alleging, what the child rather wonders
out, exceptaccording to previousarrangement. at, that she has got something better than cake,
What was the goodman's consternation, therefore,
and does n't want it.
justas he had motioned to the ladies to be And, indeed, in two or three days, such a
seated,and^was takingout his pocket-handkerchief
change has passed over Cassyțhat our readers
to wipehis mouth, so as to proceedto his would scarcelyknow her. The despairing, haggard
tntroducfa ry speechin goodorder,when Madame expressionof her face had givenway to one
le Thoux
upse the whole plan,by throwingher of gentle trust. She seemed to sink, at once, into
arms around George'sneck,and lotting all out at the bosom of the family,and take the littleones