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rica, out of your sight and smell, and then send a missionary or two to do up all the self-denial of elevating them compendiously. Isn’t that it?” “Well, cousin,” said Miss Ophelia, thoughtfully, “there may be some truth in this.” “What would the poor and lowly do, without children?” said St. Clare, lean- ing on the railing and watching Eva, as she tripped off, leading Tom with her. “Your little child is your only true democrat. Tom, now, is a hero to Eva; his sto- ries are wonders in her eyes, his songs and Methodist hymns are better than an op- era, and the traps and little bits of trash in his pocket a mine of jewels, and he the most wonderful Tom that ever wore a black skin. This is one of the roses of Eden that the Lord has dropped down expressly for the poor and lowly, who get few enough of any other kind.” “It’s strange, cousin,” said Miss Ophelia; “one might almost think you were a professor, to hear you talk.” “A professor?” said St. Clare. “Yes; a professor of religion.” “Not at all; not a professor, as your town-folks have it; and, what is worse, I’m afraid, not a practiser, either.” “What makes you talk so, then?” “Nothing is easier than talking,” said St. Clare. “I believe Shakespeare makes somebody say, ‘I could sooner show twenty what were good to be done, than be |
