The National tribune., 1896-11-19

LYMAN Beecher's sermons and prayers IN his
,ulnit and his conversation aud prayers at the
,;ras;de were burdened with desire for the
ahoiition of slavery A lasting impression was
made upou the minds of his children, and his
dapqhter Harriet from childhood was the enemy
of slavery.
This feeling. engendered in her youth, grew
and increased. and as size attained maturity as
sumed gigantic proportions
After her marriage 10 Prof. Calvin Il. Stowe,
an ardent Abolitionist, she travelled exten-
siyely. and everywhere witnessed the riots aud
intense disturbances over the fugitive slave
law. ,
Mrs. Stowe talked with her friends on the
slavery question: and finding them deaf to her
arguments for abolition. she became convinced
of their ignorance in regard to slavery. and 1t
was to picture it 10 them in the true light that
she wrote her now celebrated book. Uncle
Toms Cabin"
It took The Northern States by storm, and
within five years half million copies were
sold Since then it has been translated into 20
languages, and has also been widely dramatized.
"Uucle Toms Cabin" has been called the
greatest novel written with purpose to be
found in the English language. LIS influences
in accomplishing abolition cannot be measured
or oyerestimated.
1t educated people to a proper realization OF
the condition OF the South by touching their
sympathies and appealing to their better feel
ings
"Uncle Toms Cabin I" is our great National
newell aud lis popularity will never cease. To-
dav a. years after its publication, it is still
eagerly read and the boy or girl who has not de-
voured il is the exception in the community.
Harriet Beecher Stowe. the woman, has passed
into the great beyond. but Uncle Toms
Cabin" lives and breathes with life and i'm
mortality, and wherever the book is read her
name is loved and honored. Thought never
dies, but lives on aud on, forever.
on sULLIvANs ISLAND.
The happy Winter was ended. The time
had come for the last stroll on the famous
beach. with its desoate village of deserted
hotels aud Summer homes. its dreary, sand
blocked streets. but beautiful with the deeI
blue of the sea and the soft, bright blue Of tht
skv and the glorious sunshine over all.
There was the sound of merry negro voices
grateful for the work of helping Uncle San
make stronger the coast defenses; waist deep il
water the burden is lightened with laugh ant
song
visit to the top. We never refuse an invita-
tion.
Over the long stretch of pier, with the It'd
high, up the first light of stairs all right; NJ
again. then again; then an accidental lool
down into the deep water below, and up int
the box like affair still higher, our goal.
Feminine courage failed, but with the help
ing hand of the keeper and a steady lookin
up, the straight ladder is climbed and we ar
in the fash Of the spotless glass and brass
the great light.
A moment OF fear in the loneliness Of th
high place above the waters, then Jog in tb
vision before ms.
Far out the wide-reaching Atlantic, th
etiler waters of the bay, with historic Sumte
and Moultrie and the fighting grounds of th
late war; the beautiful rivers fcwipg quietl
to the sea the old city in happy, orient
distance; the green, deserted islands. On u
near mainland the white cabins Of the free
men and the busy groups Of men and wome
harvesting the early truck for the ideal land
plenty, the North.
Forgotten the dread descent, everything 8.
In life: only overlooking delight in the pictur
Then comes the terrible first step down. b
cheering advice TO look up, and the still friend
hand OF the stranger. down, down we 90. III
heart heats calmly again only when we rea
the narrow pier over the dark waters. With
sigh OF mingled relief and pleasure we go hon
tired out, to dream it all over again. and car
memory TO the North TO be resurrected VIII
the cold. dreary winds drive thoughts ba
20 the land of sunshine in the old CaroIinas