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naughty. I wish you would try to be good, for my sake;- it’s only a little while I shall be with you.” The round, keen eyes of the black child were overcast with tears;- large, bright drops rolled heavily down, one by one, and fell on the little white hand. Yes, in that moment, a ray of real belief, a ray of heavenly love, had penetrated the darkness of her heathen soul! She laid her head down between her knees, and wept and sobbed,- while the beautiful child, bending over her, looked like the pic- ture of some bright angel stooping to reclaim a sinner. “Poor Topsy!” said Eva, “don’t you know that Jesus loves all alike? He is just as willing to love you, as me. He loves you just as I do,- only more, because He is better. He will help you to be good; and you can go to Heaven at last, and be an angel forever, just as much as if you were white. Only think of it, Topsy!- you can be one of those spirits bright, Uncle Tom sings about!” “O, dear Miss Eva, dear Miss Eva!” said the child; “I will try, I will try; I never did care nothin’ ‘bout it before.” St. Clare, at this instant, dropped the curtain. “It puts me in mind of mother,” he said to Miss Ophelia. “It is true what she told me; if we want to give sight to the blind, we must be willing to do as Christ did,- call them to us, and put our hands on them.” |
