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542             UNCLE TOM'S CABIN; OR
The scene now changes to a small, neat tenement, in the outskirts of Montreal; the time, evening. A cheerful fire blazes on the hearth; a tea-table, covered with a snowy cloth, stands prepared for the evening meal. In one cor­ner of the room was a table covered with a green cloth, where was an open writing-desk, pens, paper, and over it a shelf of well-selected books.
This was George's study. The same zeal for self-improvement, which led him to steal the much coveted arts of reading and writing, amid all the toils and discour­agements of his early life, still led him to devote all his leisure time to self-cultivation.
At this present time, he is seated at the table, making notes from a volume of the family library he has been reading.
" Come, George," says Eliza, " you 've been gone all day. Do put down that book, and let's talk, while I 'm getting tea, — do."
And little Eliza seconds the effort, by toddling up to her father, and trying to pull the book out of his hand, and install herself on his knee as a substitute.
" Oh, you little witch! " says George, yielding, as, in such circumstances, man always must.
" That's right," says Eliza, as she begins to cut a loaf of bread. A little older she looks ; her form a little fuller; her air more matronly than of yore; but evidently con­tented and happy as woman need be.
" Harry, my boy, how did you come on in that sum, to­day ? " says George, as he laid his hand on his son's head.
Harry has lost his long curls; but he can never lose those eyes and eyelashes, and that fine, bold brow, that flushes with triumph, as he answers, " I did it, every bit of it, myself, father ; and nobody helped me ! '
" That's right," says his father; " depend on yourself, my son. You have a better chance than ever your poor father had."
At this moment, there is a rap at the door; and Eliza