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know there are many good people at the north, who in this matter need only to be taught what their duty is, to do it. It would certainly be a greater self-denial to re- ceive heathen among us, than to send missionaries to them; but I think we would do it.” “You would, I know,” said St. Clare. “I’d like to see anything you wouldn’t do, if you thought it your duty!” “Well, I’m not uncommonly good,” said Miss Ophelia. “Others would, if they saw things as I do. I intend to take Topsy home, when I go. I suppose our folks will wonder, at first; but I think they will be brought to see as I do. Besides, I know there are many people at the north who do exactly what you said.” “Yes, but they are a minority; and, if we should begin to emancipate to any ex- tent, we should soon hear from you.” Miss Ophelia did not reply. There was a pause of some moments; and St. Clare’s countenance was overcast by a sad, dreamy expression. “I don’t know what makes me think of my mother so much, tonight,” he said. “I have a strange kind of feeling, as if she were near me. I keep thinking of things she used to say. Strange, what brings these past things so vividly back to us, some- times!” St. Clare walked up and down the room for some minutes more, and then said, “I believe I’ll go down street, a few moments, and hear the news to-night.” He took his hat, and passed out. |
