The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1851-07-31
THE NATIONAL ERA.
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WASHINGTON, JULY %, 1851
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For the National Era.
UNCLE TOMS CABIN:
OR,
LIFE AMONG THE LOVELY.
CpAprea lX- Confused.
BY MIS-. n. B. Slows

lor She sat down In her hVle roOAipB -""H w
fore the FIRE, swaying thoughtfdlly to and fro
MIR. Burr strobe up and down the room, grum-
bling to himself" Pish Pshswl COMPOUNDED
awkward business ~ sc. At length, striding up
to bis wife, he said
al say. wife she'll have to get away from here
this very night That fellow will be down on
the scent bright and early tomorrow morning;
if twas only the woman, she could lie quiet till
Il was over; but that little chap can't be kept
still by troop Of horse and foot, Pll warrant
me he'll bring it all out, popping his head out
of some window or door A pretty kettle Of FISH
would be for me, too! to be caught with them
both here Just noWI No-taeyn nave 90 ~ svs
II In-njSbtID
"'To-nIgntl HOW 10 IL possiDle-where vs.
9Well, know pretty well where to, said the
Senator, beginning to put on his boots with
reflective air and stopping when his leg was halt
in. be embraced his knee with both hands, and
seemed to go of in deep meditation. :" It's con-
founded awkward, ugly business" said be, at last,
beginning to tug at his boct-strsps again, "aud
that's fact!n After one boot was fairly on,
the Senator sat with the other in his hand, pro-
foundly studying the figure Of the carpet. 1t
will have to be done, though, for aught see hang
il ALL and he drew the other boot anxiously on,
and looked out Of the window.
Now, little Mrs Burr was discreet woman
woman who never in her life said, 81 told you SOP
aud on the present occasion, though pretty well
aware Of the shape her husbands meditations were
taking, she very prudently fOrbore to NEEDLE with
them, only sat very quietly in her chair, and
looked quite ready to hear her liege lords inten-
tiOns, when be should think proper to utter them
You SET" he said, there's my old client,
Van TrOmpe, has come over from Kentucky, and
set all bis slaves free, and he has bought place
seven miles up the creek, here, back in the woods
where nobody goes, unless they 60 on purpose (;
and it's place that isn't found In hurry There
she'd be safe enough; but the plague of the thing
is, nobody could drive carriage there tonight,
but msp
why not CudjUe rs an cxoeiicns oTfsef''
cave. ave, but here 1t is. The creek has TO
be crossed twice and the second crossing is quite
dangerous unless one knows it rs | do. ! have
crossed it a hundred times on horseback, and
know exactly the turns to take. And 30 you see
there's no help for It, Cudjoe must put in the
horses as quietly as may be about twelve o'clock,
and Pll take her over; and then, to give color to
the matter, he must carry me on to the next
tavern, to take the stage for Columbus, that
comes by about three or four, aud 80 1t will look
ss II had had the carriage only for that. shall
get into business bright and early In the morning
But I'm thinking shall feel rather cheap there
after all that's been said and done but hang IL
can't help itn
"YOur heart is better than your head in ahis
case John" said the wife, laying her little whit,
hand on his. Could ever have loved you, had
not known you better than you know YOURSELF
and the little woman looked 30 handsome, with
the tears sparkling in her eyes, that the Senator
thought be must be decidedly clever fellow, tc
get such pretty creature into such passionate
admiration Of him and 30 what could he do but
walk of sOberly to see about the carriage. Al
the door, however, he stopped moment, and ther
coming back, he said, with some hesitation
Mary, don't know how you'd feel about II
but there's that drawer full Of things--of-of--
poor little Henry'sn So saying, he turned
quickly on his heel and shut the door after him.
Hiswife opened the little bedroom door adjoin
ing her room, and, taking the candle, set it dow
on the top Of bureau there then from small
recess che took key, and put Il thoughtfully b
the lock OF drawer, and made sudden pause
while the two boys, who, boy like, had followe
close on her heels stood looking, with silent, ss
nlhcant glanoes at their mother. And oh
mother that reads this, has there never been l
your house drawer, or closet, the opening &
which has been to you like the opening again Of
little grave7 An happy mother that you ar
If ii has not been so
Mrs. Burr slowly opened the drawer; the,
we're little coats of many form and pattern pill
ofaprons, and rows Of small stockings and eve
pair Of little shoes, worn and rubbed at Il
toes, we're peeping from the folds Of pape
There was toy horse and wagon, q top, a bali
memorials gathered with many a tear and mar
9 heArtoreaki She sat down by the drawer, an
leaning her bead on her hands over IL, wept ii
the tears fell through her fingers into the drawer
'nen suddenly raising her head she began, wit
nervous haste, selecting the plainest and mo
substantial articles, and gathering them into
bundle
Mamma said one Of the boys softly touc
ing her arm, are you going to give away tho
things1"
my dear boys,' she said, gently and earnes
" vi our own dear, loving little Henry loo
dOWn from Heaven, he would be glad to have
10 'his could not aud 1t In my heart 10 ri
'aem away TO any common person--to anyboC
VI" was happy but ] give them to moth
more hesrt-broken aud sOrrowful than am a
nope God viii send his blessing with them ~
There are in this world blessed souls, VINO
sorrows all spring up into joys for othsrs--wht
earthly hopes laid in the grave with many tea
are the seed from which spring healing flow,
sod balm for the desolate and the distress,
among such was the delicate woman who 9
mere BY the lamp, dropping slow tears, while 8
prepares the memorials Of her own lost one
Tue outcast wanderer.
hf'er while, Mira Borr opened wardrol
auu taking from thence plain ssrvieeable dr.,
Vt TWO, she sat down busily 70 her work tab
% with needle, scissors, and thimbls, at ha,
H"s''y commenced the letting down. proc
sa'eh her husband had recommended. and Q,
Nnaea busily at TIL the old clock In the cor,
lr1ek twelve, and she heard the low ratilins
wheels at the door.
Mary" said her husband, coming In. W
:" 0'ereoai In his hand, "yoa must wake
W now-we must be oar