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LIFE AMONG THE LOWLY             113
at the door with her child in her arms. Mr. Bird hurried her into the carriage, and Mrs. Bird pressed on after her to the carriage steps. Eliza leaned out of the carriage, and put out her hand, — a hand as soft and beautiful as was given in return. She fixed her large, dark eyes, full of earnest meaning, on Mrs. Bird's face, and seemed go­ing to speak. Her lips moved, — she tried once or twice, but there was no sound, — and pointing upward, with a look never to be forgotten, she fell back in the seat, and covered her face. The door was shut, and the carriage drove on.
What a situation, now, for a patriotic senator, that had been all the week before spurring up the legislature of his native State to pass more stringent resolutions against escaping fugitives, their harborers and abettors !
Our good senator in his native State had not been ex­ceeded by any of his brethren at Washington, in the sort of eloquence which has won for them immortal renown ! How sublimely he had sat with his hands in his pockets, and scouted all sentimental weakness of those who would put the welfare of a few miserable fugitives before great state interests !
He was as bold as a lion about it, and " mightily con­vinced " not only himself, bnt everybody that heard him ; — but then his idea of a fugitive was only an idea of the letters that spell the word, — or, at the most, the image of a little newspaper picture of a man with a stick and bun­dle, with " Ran away from the subscriber " under it. The magic of the real presence of distress, — the imploring human eye, the frail, trembling human hand, the despair­ing appeal of helpless agony, — these he had never tried. He had never thought that a fugitive might be a hapless mother, a defenseless child, — like that one which was now wearing his lost boy's little well-known cap; and so, as our poor senator was not stone or steel, — as he was a man, and a downright noble-hearted one, too, — he was, as everybody must see, in a sad case for his patriotism.