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“O Mas’r George, ye’re too late. The Lord’s bought me, and is going to take me home,- and I long to go. Heaven is better than Kintuck.” “O, don’t die! It’ll kill me!- it’ll break my heart to think what you’ve suffered,- and lying in this old shed, here! Poor, poor fellow!” “Don’t call me poor fellow!” said Tom, solemnly. “I have been poor fellow; but that’s all past and gone, now. I’m right in the door going to glory! O Mas’r George! Heaven has come! I’ve got the victory!- the Lord Jesus has given it to me! Glory be to His name!” George was awe-struck at the force, the vehemence, the power, with which these broken sentences were uttered. He sat gazing in silence. Tom grasped his hand, and continued,- “Ye mustn’t, now, tell Chloe, poor soul! how ye found me;- ‘twound be so drefful to her. Only tell her ye found me going into glory; and that I couldn’t stay for no one. And tell her the Lord’s stood by me everywhere and al’ays, and made everything light and easy. And oh, the poor chil’en, and the baby!- my old heart’s been most broke for ‘em, time and agin! Tell ‘em all to follow me-follow me! Give my love to Mas’r, and dear good Missis, and everybody in the place! Ye don’t know! ‘Pears like I loves ‘em all! I loves every creatur’, everywhar!- it’s nothing but love! O Mas’r George! what a thing ‘tis to be a Christian!” At this moment, Legree sauntered up to the door of the shed, looked in, with a dogged air of affected carelessness, and turned away. |
