Life at the South, Or, "Uncle Tom's Cabin" as it is: Being Narratives, Scenes, and Incidents in the Real "life of the Lowly"

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Geo. H. Derby and Company, 1852 - 519 pages

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Page 200 - Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore.
Page 121 - GOOD NIGHT. GOOD night? ah! no; the hour is ill Which severs those it should unite; Let us remain together still, Then it will be good night. How can I call the lone night good, Though thy sweet wishes wing its flight ? Be it not said, thought, understood, Then it will be good night.
Page 29 - The river nobly foams and flows, The charm of this enchanted ground, And all its thousand turns disclose Some fresher beauty varying round; The haughtiest breast its wish might bound Through life to dwell delighted here; Nor could on earth a spot be found To nature and to me so dear, Could thy dear eyes in following mine Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine!
Page 254 - O Lord, if thou shouldest mart iniquity, who could stand? Enable us, therefore, to confess our sins with ingenuous and unreserved sorrow and shame; to own that they are more in number than the hairs of our head...
Page 254 - ... to do unto all men as we would they should do unto us...
Page 47 - The negro was positive, and his master, deeply affected with this evidence of his attachment, remarked to the overseer that Hector might still remain his slave, and walked away toward the mansion. " Gosh ! Jeff, dat beats my eyes all out o
Page 254 - We have no occasion to review the years which are passed, in order to find cause of humiliation in thy sight : every day and every week suggests abundant matter for painful reflection, and adds to our conviction that ' we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousness as filthy rags.
Page 47 - I know wha' kind of ting freedom is wid black man 1 Ha ! you make Hector free, he come wuss more nor poor buckrah — he tief out of de shop — he get drunk and lie in de ditch — den, if sick come, he roll, he toss in de wet grass of de stable. You come in de morning, Hector dead...
Page 46 - Ki, mossa! enty you always been frien' to Hector? Enty you gib um physic when he sick, and come see and talk wid um, and do ebbery ting he want you for do? What more you guine do, now?" "Yes, Hector, I have done for you all this — but I have done it because you were my slave, and because I was bound to do it.
Page 13 - Erskine," replied the person addressed, " I find you ' still harping on my daughter.' Her history is good so far as it goes ; but it does not go far enough. It is the unwritten pages which we of the North take exceptions to.

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