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LIFE AMONG THE LOWLY              419
" Oh, where is weeping Mary ? Oh, where is weeping- Mary ?
'Rived in the goodly land. She is dead and gone to heaven; She is dead and gone to heaven ;
'Rived in the goodly land."
These words, sung by voices of a peculiar and melan­choly sweetness, in an air which seemed like the sighing of earthly despair after heavenly hope, floated through the dark prison-rooms with a pathetic cadence, as verse after verse was breathed out, —
" Oh, where are Paul and Silas ? Oh, where are Paul and Silas ?
Gone to the goodly land. They are dead and gone to heaven; They are dead and gone to heaven;
'Rived in the goodly land."
Sing on, poor souls ! The night is short, and the morn­ing will part you forever!
But now it is morning, and everybody is astir; and the worthy Mr. Skeggs is busy and bright, for a lot of goods is to be fitted out for auction. There is a brisk lookout on the toilet; injunctions passed around to every one to put on their best face and be spry ; and now all are arranged in a circle for a last review, before they are marched up to the Bourse.
Mr. Skeggs, with his palmetto on, and his cigar in his mouth, walks around to put farewell touches on his wares.
" How 's this ? " he said, stepping in front of Susan and Emmeline. " Where 's your curls, gal ? "
The girl looked timidly at her mother, who, with the smooth adroitness common among her class, answers, —
" I was telling her, last night, to put up her hair smooth and neat, and not havin' it flying about in curls; looks more respectable so."
" Bother! " said the man, peremptorily, turning to the girl; " you go right along, and curl yourself real smart! " He added, giving a crack to a rattan he held in his hand, " And be back in quick time, too ! "