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he saved others, himself he could not save; nor could utmost extremity wring from him words, save of prayer and holy trust. “He’s most gone, Mas’r,” said Sambo, touched, in spite of himself, by the pa- tience of his victim. “Pay away, till he gives up! Give it to him!- give it to him!” shouted Legree. “I’ll take every drop of blood he has, unless he confesses!” Tom opened his eyes, and looked upon his master. “Ye poor miserable crit- ter!” he said, “there an’t no more ye can do! I forgive ye, with all my soul!” and he fainted entirely away. “I b’lieve my soul he’s done for, finally,” said Legree, stepping forward, to look at him. “Yes, he is! Well, his mouth’s shut up, at last,- that’s one comfort!” Yes, Legree; but who shall shut up that voice in thy soul? that soul, past repen- tance, past prayer, past hope, in whom the fire that never shall be quenched is al- ready burning! Yet Tom was not quite gone. His wondrous words and pious prayers had struck upon the hearts of the imbruted blacks, who had been the instruments of cruelty upon him; and, the instant Legree withdrew, they took him down, and, in their ignorance, sought to call him back to lifes-as if that were any favor to him. “Sartin, we’s been doin’ a drefful wicked thing!” said Sambo; “hopes Mas’r’ll have to ‘count for it, and not we.” |
