|
Support the Monkey! Tell All your Friends and Teachers |
||||
 |
||||
|
Support the Monkey! Tell All your Friends and Teachers |
||||
|
|
||||
|
“I had rather be in heaven; though, only for my friends’ sake, I would be will- ing to live. There are a great many things here that make me sad, that seem dread- ful to me; I had rather be there; but I don’t want to leave you,- it almost breaks my heart!” “What makes you sad, and seems dreadful, Eva?” “O, things that are done, and done all the time. I feel sad for our poor people; they love me dearly, and they are all good and kind to me. I wish, papa, they were all free.” “Why, Eva, child, don’t you think they are well enough off now?” “O, but, papa, if anything should happen to you, what would become of them? There are very few men like you, papa. Uncle Alfred isn’t like you, and mamma isn’t; and then, think of poor old Prue’s owners! What horrid things peo- ple do, and can do!” and Eva shuddered. “My dear child, you are too sensitive. I’m sorry I ever let you hear such sto- ries.” “O, that’s what troubles me, papa. You want me to live so happy, and never to have any pain,- never suffer anything,- not even hear a sad story, when other poor creatures have nothing but pain and sorrow, all their lives;- it seems selfish. I ought to know such things, I ought to feel about them! Such things always sunk into my heart; they went down deep; I’ve thought and thought about them. Papa, isn’t there any way to have all slaves made free?” |
