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532 UNCLE TOM'S CABIN; OR
noticed a dry, sandy knoll, shaded by a few trees; there they made the grave.
" Shall we take off the cloak, Mas'r ? " said the negroes, when the grave was ready.
" No, no, — bury it with him ! It's all I can give you, now, poor Tom, and you shall have it."
They laid him in; and the men shoveled away, silently. They banked it up, and laid green turf over it.
" You may go, boys," said George, slipping a quarter into the hand of each. They lingered about, however.
" If young Mas'r would please buy us " — said one.
" We 'd serve him so faithful! " said the other.
" Hard times here, Mas'r! " said the first. " Do, Mas'r, buy us, please ! "
il I can't, — I can't! " said George, with difficulty, motioning them off; " it's impossible ! "
The poor fellows looked dejected, and walked off in silence.
" Witness, eternal God! " said George, kneeling on the grave of his poor friend; " oh, witness that, from this hour, I will do what one man can to drive out this curse of slavery from my land! "
There is no monument to mark the last resting-place of our friend. He needs none! His Lord knows where he lies, and will raise him up, immortal, to appear with Him when He shall appear in his glory.
Pity him not! Such a life and death is not for pity ! Not in the riches of omnipotence is the chief glory of God ; but in self-denying, suffering love! And blessed are the men whom he calls to fellowship with him, bearing their cross after him with patience. Of such it is written, " Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be com* forted." |
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