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Show 224 UNCLE TOJ\1 18 CAlJIN: OR, way it goes . . I say, dr·in~. .- b 1 r 1 andy; drink all you can, and it'll make tlungs come casJCr. "0, Cassy! do pity me ! " "Pity you!-don'tl? Haven't I adaughtcr, - Lord knows whcro she is, and whose she is, now,- going the way her mother went, before her, I suppose, and that her children must go, after her! There 's no end to the curse-forever!" "I wish I'd never been born ! " said Emmeline, wringing her hands. "That's an old wish with me," said Cassy. "I've got used to wishing that. I'd die, if I dared to," she said, looking out into the darkness, with that still, fixed despair which was the habitual expression of her face when at rest. "It would be wicked to kill one's self/' said Emmeline. "I don't know why,-no wickcuer than things we live and do, day after day. But the sisters told me things, when I was in the convent, that make me afraid to die. If it would only be the end of us, why, then-" Emmeline turned away, and hid her face in her hands. While this conversation was passing in the chamber, Legree, overcome with his carouse, had sank to sleep in the room below. Legree was not an habitual drunkard. His coarse, strong nature craved, and could endure, a continual stimulation, that would have utterly wrecked and crazed a finer one. But a deep, underlying spirit of cautiousness prevented his often yielding to appetite in such measure as to lose control of himself. 'l'his night, however, in his feverish efforts to banish from his mind those fearful clements of woe and remorse which woke within him, he had indulged more than common ; so that, when he had discharged his sable attendants, he fell heavily on a settle in the room, and was sound asleep. J,IFE AMONG TilE LOWLY. 225 0! how dares the bad soul to enter the shadowy world of sleep?- that land whose dim outlines lie so fearfully ncar to the mystic scene of retribution ! Legree dreamed. In his heavy and feverish sleep, a veiled form stood beside him, and laid a cold, soft hand upon him. Ilc thought he knew who it was; and shuddered, with creeping horror, though the face was veiled. Then he thought he felt tltat ltair twining round his fingers; and then, that it slid smoothly round his neck, and tightened and tightened, and he could not chaw his breath; and then he thought YOiccs whispered to him, - whispers that chilled him with horror. Then jt seemed to him he was on the edge of a frightful abyss, holding on and struggling in mortal fear, while dark hands stretched up, and were pulling him over ; and Ca.ssy came behind him laughing, and pushed him. And then rose up that solemn veiled figure, and drew aside the veil. It was his mother ; and she turned away from him, and he fell down, down, down, amid a confused noise of shrieks, and groans, and shouts of demon laughter,- and Legree awoke. Calmly the rosy hue of dawn ·was stealing into the room. The morning star stood, with its solemn, holy eye of light, looking down on the man of sin, from out the brightening sky. 0, with what freshness, what solemnity and beauty, is each new day born; as if to say to insensate man, 11 Behold! thou ha-st one more chance ! Strive for immortal glory ! " ~rhcre is no speech nor language where this voice is not licard; but the bold, bad man beard it not. Ilc woke with an oath and a curse. What to him was the gold and purple, the daily miracle of morning! What to him the sanctity of that star which the Son of God has hallowed as his own emblem? Brute-like, he saw without perceiving ; and, stum- |