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Show 132 UXCLE T0.\1 18 CAlll)f: OR, horrid things/' she added, as she carelessly wrote her nnmc i "but, if she has a. fancy for that article, I am sure she's welcome.'' ''There, now, she's yours, body and soul/' said St. Clare, handing the paper. "No more mine now than she was before/' said Miss Ophelia. "Nobody but God has a right to give her to me; but I can protect her now." "Well, she's yours by a fiction of law, then," said St. Clare, as he turned back into the parlor, and sat down to his paper. Miss Ophelia, who seldom sat much in Marie's company, followed him into the parlor, having first16Jarefully laid away the paper. "Augustine," she said, suddenly, as she sat knitting, " have you ever made any provision for your servants, in case of your death 1 " " No." said St. Clare, as he read on. "Th~n all your indulgence to them may prove a great cruelty, by and by." St. Clare had often thought the same thing himself; but he answered, negligently, "Well, I mean to make a provision, by and by." '' When ? '' said ~Iiss 0 phelia. "0, one of these days." " What if you should die first 1" "Cousin, what's the matter?" said St. Clare, laying down his paper and looking at her. " Do you think I show symptoms of yellow fever or cholera, that you are making post mortem arrangements ,yith such zeal? " "'In the midst of life we arc in death,'" said Miss Ophelia. LIFE AMONG THE LOWLY. 133 St. Clare rose up, and laying the paper down, carelessly, walked to the door that stood open on the verandah, to put an end to a conversation that was not agrcca.blc to him. ~fechanically, he repeated the last word aga..in,- "J)eatlt! "and, as he leaned against the railings, and watched the sparkling water as it rose and fell in the fountain· and as in a dim and dizzy haze, saw flowers and trees and v:scs o'f the courts, he repeated again the mystic word so common in every mouth, yet of such fearful power,-" DEATll!" "Strange that there should be such a word," he said, " and such a thing, and we ever forget it; that one should be living, warm and beautiful, fu11 of hopes, desires and wants, one day, and the next be gone, utterly gone, and forever!" It was a warm, golden evening; and, as he walked to tho other end of the verandah, he saw Tom busily intent on his Bible, pointing, as he did so, with his finger to each successi\' o word, and whispering them to himself with an earnest air. ''Want me to read to you, Tom 1 '' said St. Clare, seating himself carelessly by him. "If Mas'r pleases," said Tom, gratefully, "Mas'r makes it so much plainer." St. Claro took the book and glanced at the place, and began reading one of the passages which Tom had designated by tho heavy marks around it. It ran as follows: " When the Son of man shall como in his glory, and all his holy angels with him, then shall he sit upon the throne of his glory : and before him shall be gathered all nations; and be shall separate them one from another, ns a shephord dividcth his sheep from tho goats." St. Clare read on in an animated voice, till he came to tho last of the verses. "Then shall the king say unto them on his left hand, YOL. ll. 12 |