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Show 304 UNCLE TOM'S CABIN : OR, Of our other characters we have nothing very particular to write, except n. word relating to Miss Ophcljn. and Topsy, and a farewell clutpt.cr, which we shall dedicate to George Shelby. :Miss Ophelia. took Topsy home to V crmont with her, much to tho surprise of that grave deliberative bocly whom ~ New England~r recognizes under the term '' Our folks.'' ''Our folks,'; at first, thought it an odd and unnecessary addition to their well-trained domestic establishment; but, so thoroughly efficient was l\fiss Ophelia in her conscientious endc~vor to do her duty by her clevo, that tho child rapidly grew in grace and in favor with the family and neighborhood. At the age of womanhood, she wos, by her own request, baptized, and became ~ member of tho Christian church in tho place; and showed so much intelligence, activity and zeal, and desire to do good in the world, that she was at last recommended, and approved, as a. missionary to one of the stations in Africa i and we have heard that the same activity and ingenuity which, when a child, made her so multiform and restless in her developments, is now employed, in a safer and wholcsorncr manner, in teaching tho children of her own country. P. S. - It will be ~ s~tisfaction to some mother, also, to state, that some inquiries, which were set on foot by Madame de Thoux, have resulted recently in the discovery of Cassy's son. Being a young man of energy, he had escaped, some years before his mother, ~nd been received and educated by friends of the oppressed in the north. He will soon follow his family to Africa. ' LH'E Al\fONG TirE J.O'W'LY. 305 CHAPTER XLIV. TilE LlTIERA.TOR. GEORGE SrrELnY had written to his mother merely a line, st~ting the day that sho might expect him home. Of the death scone of his old friend he had not the heart to write. He had tried several times, ~nd only succeeded in half choking himself; and invariably finished by tearing up the paper, wiping his eyes, and rushing somewhere to get quiet. There was a pleased bustle all through tho Shelby mansion, that dtty, in expectation of the arrival of young l\ias'r George. Mrs. Shelby wos seated in her comfortable parlor, where a cheerful hickory fire wos dispelling the chill of the late autumn evening. A supper-table, glittering with plate and cut glass, was set out, on whoso arrangements our former friend, old Chloe, was presiding. Arrayed in a new calico dress, with clean, white apron, and high, well-starched turban, her black polished face glowing with satisfaction, she lingered, with needless punctiliousness, around the arrangements of the table, merely as an excuse for talking a little to her mistress. "LM'i'S, now! won't it look natural to him ?" she said. "Thar,-I set his plate just whar he likes it,-round by the fire. Mos'r Go01·go allors wants do warm seat. 0 , go way! - why didn't s~ny get out de best tea.-pot,- de little new one, ~Ias'r George got for :\Iissi~, Christmas?- I 'II have it ,·nL. n . 26• |