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Show 296 UNCLE TOi\1 1:) C.UHX: OR, her air more matronly than of yore j but evidently contented nnd happy as woman need be. (( Hn.rry, my boy, how did you come on in that sum, to·day?" sa.ys George, as he laid his hand on his son's head. Harry has lost his long curls; but he can never lose those eyes and eyelashes, and that fine, bold brow, that Hushes with triumph, as he answers, "I did it, every bit of it, 'myself, father; and nobody helped me!" "'fha.t 's right," says his father; "depend on yourself, my son. You have a better chance than ever your poor father had." At this moment, there is a rap at the door; and Eliza goes and opens it. The delighted-" Why! - this you?"calls up her husband; and the good pastor of Amhcrsthcrg is welcomed. There arc two more women with him, and Eliza asks them to sit down. Now, if the truth must be told, the honest pastor had arranged a little programme, according to which this affair was to develop itself; and, on the way up, all had very cautiously and prudently exhorted each other not to let things out, except according to previous nnangement. 'Vhat was the good man's consternation, therefOre, just as he had motioned to the ladies to be seated, and was taking out his pocket-handkerchief to wipe his mouth, so as to proceed to his introductory speech in good order, when I\Iada..mc do Thoux upset the whole plan, by throwing her arms around George's neck, and letting all out at once, by saying, "0, George! don't you know me? I 'm your sister Emily." Cassy had seated herself more composedly, and would have cnrricd on her p:nt \·ery well, had ~lot little E liza suddenly LIFE AMONG TllE LOWLY. 297 appeared before her in exact shape and form, every outline and cml, just as her daughter was when she saw her last. ~'he little thing peered up in her face; and Cassy caught her up in her arms, pressed her to her bosom, saying, what, at the moment she real1y believed, "Darling, I'm your mother!'' In fact, it was a troublesome matter to do up exactly in proper order; but the good pastor, at last, succeeded in getting everybody quiet, and delivering the speech with which he had intended to open the exercises; and in which, at last, he succeeded so 'wll, that his whole audience were sobbing about him in a manner that ought to satisfy any orator, ancient or modern. Tl10y knelt together, and the good man prayed,- for there nrc some feelings so agitated and tumultuous, that they can £nd rest only by being poured into the bosom of Almighty love,- and then, rising up, the new-found family cmbmced each other, with a holy trust in Him, who from such peril and dangers, and by such unknown ways, had brought them together. Tho notc-bcok of a missionary, among tho Canadian fugitives, contains truth stranger than fiction. How can it be otherwise, when a system prevails which whirls £1.milies and scatters their members, as the wind whirls and scatters the leaves of autumn? These shores of refuge, lil;c the eternal shore, often unite again, in glad communion, hearts that for long years have mourned each other as lost. Anu affecting beyond expression is the earnestness with which every new arrival among them is met, if, perchance, it may bring tidings of mother, sister, child or wife, still lost to view in tho shadows of slavery. Deeds of heroism are wrought here more than those of |
