is going to add another to the myriads of the just, that are every moment
crowding into the portals of heaven. She is entering on a noble life.
Already she cries to you from the regions of bliss. Will you not join her
there? Will you not taste the sublime joys of faith? There are seats for
you in the assembly of the just made perfect, in the innumerable company of
angels, where is Jesus, the Mediator of the New Covenant, and God, the
Judge of all."

CONCLUDING REMARKS.

I must be allowed to quote the words of Mrs. Harriet B. Stowe:

"The writer has often been (or will be) inquired of by correspondents from
different parts of the country, whether this narrative is a true one; and
to these inquiries she will give one general answer. The separate incidents
that compose the narrative are to a very great extent authentic, occurring,
many of them, either under her own observation, or that of her personal
friends. She or her friends have observed characters the counterpart of
almost all that are here introduced; and many of the sayings are word for
word as heard herself, or reported to her."

Of the planter Legree, (and, with the exception of Prof. Webster, such a
wretch never darkened humanity,) she says:

"Of him her brother wrote, he actually made me feel of his fist, which was
like a blacksmith's hammer or a nodule of iron, telling me that it was
calloused with knocking down niggers."

Now as a parallel to this, I will state a fact communicated to me by a
clergyman, (a man of great talent, and goodness of character, and undoubted
veracity,) that a superintendent of Irishmen, who were engaged on a
Northern railroad, told him he did not hesitate to knock any man down that
gave him the least trouble; and although the clergyman did not "examine his
fist and pronounce it like a blacksmith's hammer," yet, I have not the
slightest doubt it was "calloused with knocking down Irishmen." At any
rate, I take the license of the writers of the day, and say it was.

Mrs. Stowe goes on to say, "That the tragical fate of Tom also has too many
times had its parallel, there are living witnesses all over our land to
testify." Now it would take the smallest portion of common sense to know
that there is no witness, dead or living, who could testify to such a fact,
save a _false witness_. This whole history is an absurdity. No master would
be fool enough to sell the best hand on his estate; one who directed, and
saved, and managed