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Izatiouand Christianity, which, if not the same the world, that she was at last recommended,
with those of the Anglo-Saxon, may prove to be, I and approved as a missionaryto one of the
morally, of even a highertype.
stations in Africa; and we have heard mat the
"To the Anglo-Saxon race has been intrusted
j same activity and ingenuity which,when a child,
the destinies of the world, during its pioneer|made her so multiform and restless in her developments,
period of struggleand conflict. To that mission
is now employed, in a safer and wholesomer
its stern,inflexible, energetic elements,were well
manner, in teaching the children of her
adapted; but, as a Christian,I look for another own
country.
era to arise. On its borders I trust we stand ; P. "
S. will be a satisfactionto some mother,
and the throes that now convulse the nations are, also,to state,that some inquiries, which were
to my hope, but the birth-pangs of an hour of set on foot by Madame de Thoux, have resulted
universal peace and brotherhood.
recently in the discovery of Cassy'
"I trust that the development son. Being
of Africa is to a
young man of energy, he had escaped șome
be essentially a Christian one. If not a dominant
years before his mother,and been received and
and commanding race; theyare, at least,an affectionate,
educated by friendsof the oppressedin the north
magnanimous, and forgiving one.
He will soon follow his familyto Africa.
Having
been called in the furnace of injustice and
oppression, theyhave need to bind closer to their
hearts that sublime doctrine of love and forgiveness,
through which alone they are to conquer,
which it is to be their mission to spreadover the
continent of Africa.
" In myself, I confess,I am feeble for this,"
full half the bloodin my veins is the hot and
hasty Saxon ; but I have an eloquentpreacher of
the Gospel ever by my side,in the person of my
beautiful wife. When I wander, her gentler
friend he had not the heart to write, lie had
tried several times,and onlysucceeded in half
spirit ever restores me, and keepsbefore my eyes chokinghimself;and invariably finished by tearing
the Christian callingand mission of our race. up the paper, wipinghis eyes, and rushing
As a Christian patriot, as a teacher of Christianity,
somewhere to getquiet.
I go to country,"
my my chosen, my glorious
There was a pleasedbustle all throughthe
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Africa ! and to her,in my heart,I sometimes
Shelbymansion,that day, in expectationof the
apply those splendid words of arrival prophecy:
of young Mas'r George.
; Whereas thou hast been forsaken and hated,so Mrs. Shelbywas seated in her comfortable
that no man went through thee ; i"will make thee parlor,where a cheerful hickoryfirewas dispelling
an eternal excellence, a joy of many generations.' the chill of the late autumn evening.A
" You will call me an enthusiast ; you will tell supper-table, glittering with plateand cut glass,
me that I have not well considered what I am was* set out, on whose arrangementsour formei
undertaking Ḅut I have considered, and counted friend,old Chloe,was presiding.
the cost. I go to Liberia, not as to an Elysium of Arrayed in a new calico dress,with clean,
romance, but as to afieldofwork. I expectto work white apron, and high,well-starched turban,her
with both to work hard hands," ; to work againstblack polishedface glowing with satisfaction, she
all sorts
of difficulties and
discouragements ; and
to work tillI die. This is what I go for ; and in
this I am quitesure I shall not be disappointed.
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Whatever you may think of my determination,
do not divorce me from your confidence ; and
think that,in whatever I do', I act with a heart
whollygiven to my
people.
"
George Harris."
George, with his wife, children șister and
mother, embarked for Africa,some few weeks
after. If wo are not mistaken,the world will
yet hear from him there.
Of our other characters we have nothing very
particularto write, except a word relating to
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he
s'pose?"said Chloe,stillfidgeting
Miss Opheliaand Topsy,and a farewell chapter,
which we shall dedicate to GeorgeShelby.
Miss Opheliatook Topsyhome to Vermont with
her,much to the surpriseof that grave deliberative
body whom a New Englanderecognizes under
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Jcs like Mas'r George,
church in the place; and showed so much intelligence,
activity and zeal,and desire to do good
CHAPTER
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LIBERATOR.
XLIV.
George Shelby had written to his mother
merely a line,statingthe day that she might
expect him home. Of the death scene of his eld
lingered, with needless punctiliousness, around
the arrangements of the table,merelyas an
excuse for talkinga littleto her mistress.
"Laws, now! won't it look natural to him?"
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!"
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she said.
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Thar," I set his platejustwhar he
likes, round
wants de warm seat. 0, go way didn't
Sallyget out the best tea-pot, de little new one,.
by the fire. Mas'r Georgeallers
Mas'r Georgegot for Missis,Christmas? I'll
have it out ! And Missis has heard from Mas'r
George V she said,inquiringly.
"Yes, Chloe ; but only a line,just to say he
ifhe that 'sall."
could,"
would be home to-night,
"Didn't
say nothin' 'bout my old man,
with the teacups.
"No, he didn't. He did not speak of anything,
Chloe. He said he would tell all,when
he got home."
's allersso ferce
the term
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Our folks.""Our folks,"at first, for tellin' everything hisself. I allers minded
thought it an odd and unnecessary addition to dat ar in Mas'r George. Don't see, for my part,
their well-trained domestic establishment;but, how white peoplegen'lly can bar to hev to write
bo
thoroughly Opheliain her things much as they do, writin' 's such slow,
conscientious endeavor to do her duty by her oneasy kind o' work."
dim, that the child rapidlygrew :n grace and in Shelby smiled.
favor with the family and "
neighborhood.At the I 'm a thinkin' my old man won't know de
age of womanhood, she was, by her own request, boys and de baby. Lor' ! she is de biggestgal,
baptized, and became a member of the Christian now,
is,too, and peart,Pollyis.
She 's out to the house, now, watchin' de hoecake.
I 's gotjistde very patternmy old max