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I’ll give my last drop of blood, but they shall not take you from me. Whoever gets you must walk over my dead body.” “O Lord, have mercy!” said Eliza, sobbing. “If he will only let us get out of this country together, that is all we ask.” “Is God on their side?” said George, speaking less to his wife than pouring out his own bitter thoughts. “Does He see all they do! Why does He let such things happen? And they tell us that the Bible is on their side; certainly all the power is. They are rich, and healthy, and happy; they are members of churches, expecting to go to heaven; and they get along so easy in the world, and have it all their own way; and poor, honest, faithful Christians,- Christians as good or better than they,- are lying in the very dust under their feet. They buy ‘em, and sell ‘em, and make trade of their heart’s blood, and groans and tears,- and God lets them.” “Friend George,” said Simeon, from the kitchen, “listen to this Psalm; it may do thee good.” George drew his seat near the door, and Eliza, wiping her tears, came forward also to listen, while Simeon read as follows: “But as for me, my feet were almost gone; my steps had well-nigh slipped. For I was envious of the foolish, when I saw the prosperity of the wicked. They are not in trouble like other men, neither are they plagued like other men. There- fore pride compasseth them as a chain; violence covereth them as a garment. Their eyes stand out with fatness; they have more than heart could wish. They are |
