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Eva looked sorry and disconcerted for a moment; but children, luckily, do not keep to one impression long, and in a few moments she was merrily laughing at various things which she saw from the coach-windows, as it rattled along. “Well, ladies,” said St. Clare, as they were comfortably seated at the dinner-ta- ble, “and what was the bill of fare at church today?” “O, Dr. G__ preached a splendid sermon,” said Marie. “It was just such a ser- mon as you ought to hear; it expressed all my views exactly.” “It must have been very improving,” said St. Clare. “The subject must have been an extensive one.” “Well, I mean all my views about society, and such things,” said Marie. “The text was, ‘He hath made everything beautiful in its season;’ and he showed how all the orders and distinctions in society came from God; and that it was so appro- priate, you know, and beautiful, that some should be high and some low, and that some were born to rule and some to serve, and all that, you know; and he applied it so well to all this ridiculous fuss that is made about slavery, and he proved dis- tinctly that the Bible was on our side, and supported all our institutions so con- vincingly. I only wish you’d heard him.” “O, I didn’t need it,” said St. Clare. “I can learn what does me as much good as that from the Picayune, any time, and smoke a cigar besides; which I can’t do, you know, in a church.” “Why,” said Miss Ophelia, “don’t you believe in these views?” |
