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Title: Uncle Tom's cabin : or, Life among the lowly
Year: 1852 (1850s)
Authors: Stowe, Harriet Beecher, 1811-1896
Subjects: Uncle Tom (Fictitious character) Master and servant African Americans Fugitive slaves Plantation life Slavery Slaves
Publisher: Boston : John P. Jewett & Co. Cleveland : Jewett, Proctor & Worthington
Contributing Library: Boston Public Library
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ching seemed too good, too fair, even to be areality; and he felt a jealous dread, every moment of the day,that something would rise to snatch it from him. But the boat swept on. Hours fleeted, and, at last, clearand full rose the blessed English shores; shores charmed bya mighty spell,—with one touch to dissolve every incantationof slavery, no matter in what language pronounced, or bywhat national power confirmed. George and his wife stood arm in arm, as the boat nearedthe small town of Amherstberg, in Canada. His breath grewthick and short; a mist gathered before his eyes; he silentlypressed the little hand that lay trembling on his arm. Thebell rang; the boat stopped. Scarcely seeing what he did, helooked out his baggage, and gathered his little party. Thelittle company were landed on the shore. They stood stilltill the boat had cleared; and then, with tears and embracings,the husband and wife, with their wondering child in theirarms, knelt down and lifted up their hearts to God!
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LIFE AMONG THE LOWLY. 239 T was something like the burst from death to life; From the graves cerements to the robes of heaven;From sins dominion, and from passions strife, To the pure freedom of a soul forgiven; Where all the bonds of death and hell are riven,And mortal puts on immortality,When Mercys hand hath turned the golden key,And Mercys voice hath said, Rejoice, thy soul is free. The little party were soon guided, by Mrs. Smyth, to thehospitable abode of a good missionary, whom Christian charityhas placed here as a shepherd to the out-cast and wandering,who are constantly finding an asylum on this shore. Who can speak the blessedness of that first day of freedom?Is ot the sense of liberty a higher and a finer one than anyof the five ? To move, speak and breathe,—go out and comein unwatched, and free from danger ! Who can speak theblessings of that rest which comes down on the free manspillow, under laws which insure to him the rights that Godhas given to man ? How fair and pr

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