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404             UNCLE TOM'S CABIN; OR
breathed his last, was passing from one fainting fit to other ; and he to whom she had been joined in the mysteri­ous tie of marriage passed from her forever, without the possibility of even a parting word.
Miss Ophelia, with characteristic strength and self-con­trol, had remained with her kinsman to the last, — all eye, all ear, all attention; doing everything of the little that could be done, and joining with her whole soul in the ten­der and impassioned prayers which the poor slave had poured forth for the soul of his dying master.
When they were arranging him for his last rest, they found upon his bosom a small, plain miniature-case, open­ing with a spring. It was the miniature of a noble and beautiful female face ; and on the reverse, under a crystal, a lock of dark hair. Thev laid them back on the lifeless breast, — dust to dust, — poor, mournful relics of early dreams, which once made that cold heart beat so warmly!
Tom's whole soul was filled with thoughts of eternity; and while he ministered around the lifeless clay, he did not once think that the sudden stroke had left him in hope­less slavery. He felt at peace about his master ; for in that hour, when he had poured forth his prayer into the bosom of his Father, he had found an answer of quietness and assurance springing up within himself. In the depths of his own affectionate nature, he felt able to perceive something of the fullness of Divine love ; for an old oracle hath thus written, — " He that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him." Tom hoped and trusted, and was at peace.
But the funeral passed, with all its pageant of black crape, and prayers, and solemn faces ; and back rolled the cool, muddy waves of every-day life ; and up came the everlasting, hard inquiry of u What is to be done next ? '
It rose to the mind of Marie, as, dressed in loose morn­ing-robes, and surrounded by anxious servants, she sat up in a great easy-chair, and inspected samples of crape and bombazine. It rose to Miss Ophelia, who began to turn