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Cassy went and got it. Tom opened, at once, to a heavily marked passage, much worn, of the last scenes in the life of Him by whose stripes we are healed. “If Missis would only be so good as to read that ar’,- it’s better than water.” Cassy took the book, with a dry, proud air, and looked over the passage. She then read aloud, in a soft voice, and with a beauty of intonation that was peculiar that touching account of anguish and of glory. Often, as she read, her voice fal- tered, and sometimes failed her altogether, when she would stop, with an air of rigid composure, till she had mastered herself. When she came to the touching words, “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do,” she threw down the book, and burying her face in the heavy masses of her hair, she sobbed aloud, with a convulsive violence. Tom was weeping, also, and occasionally uttering a smothered ejaculation. “If we only could keep up to that ar’!” said Tom;- “it seemed to come so natu- ral to him, and we have to fight so hard for’t! O Lord, help us! O blessed Lord Je- sus, do help us!” “Missis,” said Tom, after a while, “I can see that, somehow, you’re quite ‘bove me in everything; but there’s one thing Missis might learn even from poor Tom. Ye said the Lord took sides against us, because he lets us be ‘bused and knocked round; but ye see what come on his own Son,- the blessed Lord of Glory,- wa’nt he allays poor? and have we, any on us, yet come so low as he come? The Lord han’t forgot us,- I’m sartin’ o’ that ar’. If we suffer with him, we |
