"Deem not the just by Heaven forgot!
Though life its common gifts deny, --
Though, with a crushed and bleeding heart,
And spurned of man, he goes to die!
For God hath marked each sorrowing day,
And numbered every bitter tear;
And heaven's long years of bliss shall pay
For all his children suffer here."

Bryant.

THE longest day must have its close, -- the gloomiest
night will wear on to a morning. An eternal, inexorable
lapse of moments is ever hurrying the day of the evil to an
eternal night, and the night of the just to an eternal day.
We have walked with our humble friend thus far in the
valley of slavery; first through flowery fields of ease and
indulgence, then through heart-breaking separations from
all that man holds dear. Again, we have waited with him
in a sunny island, where generous hands concealed his
chains with flowers; and, lastly, we have followed him when
the last ray of earthly hope went out in night, and seen how,
in the blackness of earthly darkness, the firmament of the
unseen has blazed with stars of new and significant lustre.

The morning star now stands over the tops of the moun-
tains, and gales and breezes, not of earth, show that the
gates of day are unclosing.

The escape of Cassy and Emmeline irritated the before
surly temper of Legree to the last degree; and his fury, as
was to be expected, fell upon the defenceless head of Tom.
When he hurriedly announced the tidings among his hands,
there was a sudden light in Tom's eye, a sudden upraising
of his hands, that did not escape him. He saw that he did
not join the muster of the pursuer. He thought of forcing
him to do it; but, having had, of old, experience of his in-
inflexibility when commanded to take part in any deed of
inhumanity, he would not, in his hurry, stop to enter into
any conflict with him.

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