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Established 1823.

Charlottetown, Prince Edward island, Saturday, April 30, 1853.

New Series. No. 29.

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UNCLE TOM S CABIN.

A Present—Topsyssmili’rstu'l‘oilet-—llsised, not born—A Virgin Soil-—A first Lesson-A Dc- lin uent—'l‘he Coufession—Tlie two Extremes

- ining Dificulties—To&sy';s Accomp1ish- ;

manta-—'I‘he Pride of Win eas-—'l‘eaching hlsm

the Chatec

One morning, while Miss Ophelia was busy in t some of her domestic cares. St. Clara's voice was i

heard calling her at the foot of the stairs

-' Come down here, cousin; I've somthing to 5

show on."

" hat is it P" said Miss Ophelia, coming down, with her sewing in her hand.

" I've made a purchase for your department- see here." said St. Clare; and, with the word, he pulled along a little negro girl, about eight or nine years of age.

She was one oflhe blsckest of her race ; and her round shinin eyes, glittering as glass beads, moved with quic and restless ttlsuees over every- thing in the room. Her mouth. half open with

sstonishmetit at the wonders of the new mas'r’s .

arluur. displayed a white and brilliant set ofteeth. tier woolly hair was braided in sundry little tails, which stuck out in every direction. The expres- sion of the face was an odd mixture of shrew nose and cunning, over which was oddly drawn, like a kind of veil, an expression of the most doieful gravity and solemnity. She was drused in a single filthy. rs ged garment, Inade of begging; and stood with or hands demurely folded before her. Altogether, there was something odd and ohiin-like about her appesrsnce—-something. as iss Ophelia afterwards said, " so hsstheuish.” as to inspire that good lady with utter dismay; and, turning to St. Clate,she said,-

"Augustine, what is the world have you brought that thing have furl "

" For you to educate, to he sets, and train in the way she should go. I thou ht she wssrsthsr a funny s imen in the Jim row line. flare, Topsy," s added, giving, a whistle, as a man would to call the attention of a dog, " give as a song, now. and show us auuisnf your_dsusiog."

The black, glassy ey.ss, glittared with a kind of wicked drollery, audt thing struck up. lps clear shrill voice, an odd negro melody. to w_ s, kept time with her hands and fest.spiuning round clapping her hands, knocking her , in a wild, fantastic sort of time. and producing in her throat all those odd guttersl sounds which distinguish the native music r race; and finally, turning a suniruerset or two. and giving a prolonged closing note, as odd and nnesrthly as that of s steam-whistle, she came suddenly down on the carpet. and stood with her hands folded, and smost sanctituoniua expression of mssknsss and solsninity over her face, only broken by the cunning glances which she shot sskaucs from the corners of her eyes.

Miss Ophelia stood silent. perfectly paralysed with stnaasment.

St. Clare, like a mischievous fellow as he was, appeared to enjoy her astonishment; and, address- ing the child again, said-

" Topsy, this is your new inistreu. I'm goin to give you up to her, see, now, that you behave yourself.”

" Yes, mas'r," said Topsy, with s sauctimonl- one gravity, her wicked eyes twinkling as she

a e. P?‘ You're stand." tsid _

M Oh, es, mas'r,’ as d Topsy, with another twiskls, her hands still devoully folded.

" Now, Augustine, what upcneartliisthisforl” said Miss Ophelia. ‘

" Your house is so full of these little plagues, now. that a body ssn’t set their foot dowr. without treading on ‘em. lget up in the morning, and, find one asleep behind the door, and sesorie black, head poking out from under the table,oue lying on the door-mat ; and they are mopping,and mowin , and grinning between all the railings, and tumb - ing over the kitchen car! What on earth did 100 want to bring this one or . '

" For you to educate—didn’t I tell you 7 You're

going to be good, Topsy, you under- Si. lars.

always preaching about educating. I thought I_

would make you a present of a fresh~csugbt speci- men, and let you try your hand on her, and bring her up in the tiny alts should go."

“ I don't want her, lam sure; I have more to do with ‘em now than I want to. '

“ That's you Christians, all over. You'll get lip I society. Ind get some pesrrnissionarv to spend a I his days among just such heathen. Bullet me see one of you that would take one into your house with you, and take the labour of their con. version on yourselves! No ; when ltsosiestothat, they are dirty and disagreeable, and It's too much care, and so on." _

‘- Augustine, you know I didn't think of it is that light.” said Miss Ophelia. evidently softes- ing. " Well, it might be a real missionary work,"

.said shq looking rather more favourable on the child

St. Clare had touched the right string. Miss 0phelia's eousoisntiousnsse was ever on the alert. " But," she added, “ I really didn't see the need of buying this uae—there are enopgli now in your house to take all my time and skill."

" Well, then, cousin." said St. Clare. drawing her aside, “ I ought to beg your pardon for my good-for-nothing speeches. on are so u , after all, that there's no sense in them. Why, thd f-M‘-,‘“ ‘ ' .. ‘ ,' J1.-- ‘ esps 1... , thstl have to pass by every day. and I was tired of hearing her screaming. and them basil and swearing at her. She looked bright and unity, too, as if something might be made of her; solbought her, and I'll give her to you. Try, now. and give her a good orthodox New England briugis -up. and see what it'll make of her. You know heavaatt say gilt that way. but l'd like yes ta try."

" Well, I’ll do what I can,” said Miss Ophelia; and she approached her new subject very much as a person might be supposed to approach a black spider, supposing him to have benevolent designs lower it.

" She's dreadfully dirty, and half naked," she

as .

" Well, take her down stairs, and make some ofthem clean and clothe her tip."

Miss Ophelia curried her to the kitchen regions.

" Don't see what Mas’r St. Clare wants of ’nother nigger!" said Dinah. surveying the new arrival with no friendly air. “ Won,t have her round under my feet,I know !"

"Pahl” said Rosa and Jane, with auwmo disgust ; “ let her keep out of our way! hat in world mas'r wanted another of these low nig- gets for, l csn'tst-e P"

“ You go iongl No more nigger den you be, Miss Rosa. " said Dinah, who felt thislast remark a reflection on herself. You seem to tink your- self white folks. You an’t nerry one; blsckrtor white. I'd like to be one or turier.

Miss Ophelia saw that there was nobody in the camp that would undertake to oversee the cleansing and dressing of the new arrival; and so she was forced to do it herself, with some very uugracious and reluctant assistance from

site.

It is not for enrs polite to hear the particu- lars of the lirst toilet of ti neglccted,sbused child. In fact, in this world, multitudes must live and die in it suits that it wouldbe too great it shock to the nerves of their fellow-mor- mls even to hear described. Miss Ophel had a , strong, practical deal of resolution; an she went through till the disgusting details with heroic thoroughness, though, it mustbe confessed, with no very gracious sir--for endu- rance was the utmost to which her principles could brin her. When she saw, on the and shoul era of the child, great waits and calloused s ts, inciliicenble marks of the 3:- tem under ich she had own up thus , her heart became pitiful wit in her.

“See there!" said Jane. inting to the marks, “ don't that show she as lim 3 We'll have fine works with her,dI reckon.‘ I hate tlieseni r oun uns! so ' stin, won or that mass? wyouldgbuy her.” .3“

The “ young uu" alluded to heard all these comments with the subdued and doleful air which seemed hsbitusl to her, only scanning. witha keen and furtivc glance of her fliuksr- ing eyes, the ornaments which Jane wore in her ears. rruyed at last in a suit of decent and whole elothin , her hair crop short to her head, Miss phelis, with seine sstisfiction, said she looked more Christian- like than ' , ‘own mind began gigs for her instruction.

to mature some ' ' as her, she began counse-

Stt down tion Id T 1’

" ow o are u. o '

" Dun no, misIi)s," Ipl'1tllI image, witlia grin that showed all her teeth.

“ Don't know how old you are! Didn’tan - body ever tell you‘! Who was your mother "

“ Never had none," said the child, with another grin.

“ Never had any mother! What do you mean! Where were you born 1"

" Never was born !" rsistsd Topsy, with isfnother in, that look so goblin-like, that,

elis had been at all nervous she might have fancied that she had t hold of some sooty gnome fkom the land 0 iahlerie; but Miss Opltelis was not nervous, but plain and business-like, and she said. with some stsrnness-—

“ You musttt’t answer me in that we , child; I'm not playin with you. Tell me w ere you were born, an who your father and mother were."

“Never was born," reiterated the creature, more emphaticsll ; “never had no father nor mother, nor not it’. I was raised by a specu- lstor, with lots of others. Old Aunt Sue used to take car on us."

The child was evidently sincere; and Jane, breaking into a short lsug , snid-

" Imws, missis, there's heaps of 'em. Slpecu- lators buys ’em u cheap, when they’s ittle, and gets ‘out rsi for market.”

“ How long have you lived with your master and mistress."

" Dun no, missis."

“ Is it a year, or more, or less!”

“ Dun no, missis.“

“ laws, missis, those low negroes, they can't tell ; they don't know anything about time,“ said Jane: “ they don't know what a year is; they don't know their own ages."

T ‘ Htpvo you ever heard anything about God, 0 . '1‘

Thg child looked bewildersd, but grinned as usual. ,

“ Do you know who made you 1"

“ Nobody, as I knows on,” said the child, with a short laugh.

The idea appeared to amuse her considerably ; for her eyes twinkled, and she added-

" I ’spect I gt-ow'd. Don't think nobody never made me."

“ Do on know how to sew i" said Miss Ophelia, who thought she would turn her in- quiries to something more tangible.

“ No. missis.”

" What can on do l-—whst did you do for your master an mistress 1"

" Fetch water, and wash dishes. and rub knives and wait on follts."

“ W'ere they good to you?"

f‘ they was." said the child, scanning Miss phella cunningly.

Miss Ophelia rose from this eneours u

colloquy; St. Clare was leaning over the of her chair.

" You find virgin soil there, cousin; put in your own idess—you won't find many to pull

PMisa 0phelis’s ideas of education, like all her other ideas. were very set and definite, and of the kind that prevailed in New Englsnds century ago. and which are still preserved in some very retired and unso stlcatsd parts, where there are no rsilro s. As nearly as could be expressed. they could be com

fiw words; to teach theui to ts; to had thu

in has "figwereepasm ths"0h-

chism, sewing, and reading: and to whip them if they told lies. And though, of course in the flood of light that is now poured on educa- tion, these sre left far away in the rear, yet it is an undisputed fact that our grandmothers raised some tolernbly fair men and women un- der this regime, as many of us can remember and testify. At all events, Miss Ophelis knew of nothinglelse to do, and therefore appjied her mind to or hcnthen with the best ‘ligencs she could command.

The child was announced and considered in the family as Miss Oplielis’s girl; end, as she was looks upo wit no gracious eye in the kitchen, Miss Ophelia. resolved to co e her sphere of operation nnd instruction chiefly to her own chamber. With a sell’-sacrillce which some of our readers will appreciate, she resol- ved, instead of comfortably making her own bed, IWOO£I‘l‘lig and dusting her own chamber-which she hitherto done, in utter scorn of all ofiers of help from the obambermsid of the establishment-to condemn herself to the mar- tyrdom of instructing Topsy to erform these operations. Ah, woe the day! id any of our readers over do the same. they will appreciate the amount of her self-sacrifice.

Miss Ophelia. be u with Topsy by tskin her into her chum er the first mornin , an solemnly commencing a. course of instruction in the art and mystery of bed-makin . _

Behold, then, Tops , washed on shorn of all the little braided tttils wherein her heart lind delighted, arrayed in ti. clean gown, with well stsrched apron, standing reverently before Miss Ophelia, with an expression of solemnity well befitting a llincrul.

“Now. Topsy, I'm going to show you just how my bed is to be me e. am very particular plbopt my bed. You must learn one y how to

o t."

“ Yes, ms‘sm," says Topsy. with a deep sigh, and a face of woful enruestn .

" Now, To sy, look here: this is the hem of the sheet-this is the ri lit side of the sheet, and this is the wrong: vvi 1 you remember!"

_ “ Yes, ma'am," says Topsy, with another

sig .

" Well, now, the under sheet you must bring over the bolster—so—-and tuck it clear down under the mattress nice and smooth—so ; do you m 99

“Ycs, uia’s.m," said Topsy, with profound attention.

" But the upper sheet," said Miss Ophelia. “ must be broug t down in this we , and tucked under firm and smooth at the lbot—so—the

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"Ye'I mt‘!-In." Topsy as before; but will add what Miss O hslie not see, t durin the time when e good lady's back was turn , in the seal of her manipulations, the young disciple _had contrived to snstche ir of gloves audaribbon, which she had a oltly

ippcd into her sleeves, and s with her bun s dutifully folded, as before.

“ Now, Topsy, let's see you do this," said Miss Ophelia, pulling of the clothes, and seat- in herself.‘ h

ops , wit eat gravity and sdriotness, went _t rough tIt'e_exercise completely to Miss Opheliy.,s ssttsfuctton;_smootlii the sheets, pattin out every wrinkle, st_i exhibiting, throu g _ the whole process, a gravity and serious- ness with which her instructress wus grss edill By an unlucky slip. however, a flut-

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ed. tcring fragment of the ribbon hung out of one of her _plseves. just us she was finishing, and caught mas 0phclis‘s attention. Instantly she .pouncedu onit. "What's this! You naughty, wicked child-—you’vc been stsalin this!" he ribbon was pulled out of opsy’s own sleeve, yet was she not in the least disconcertsd; _ ylooked stit with on air of the most surprised and unconscious innocence. “I_.c.ws ! why that ur's Miss Feely’s ribbon. sn'ti't? How could its got in my sleeve!" "on. in 'l,d’t ten slic: ygitl J31‘; ,t)l:aut.‘rib}btasdr!" on you Q. “_ Mis_sis. I dccler for’t, I didn't; never seed it trill‘ dis yer blessed minnit," " cs." ssidM' Ohlia, "d ‘t know tn’ wicked totiel lielil‘e' °" M “I never tells no lies, _Miss Fsely," said Topsyb with virtuous gravity; “it's jist the truth’ ve been a tellin now, and an’t notliin’

lie‘; Toppy. I shall have to whip you, if you tell so.

“ Law, missis, if you‘s to whip all day, couldn't so no other way.” said Topsy, begin- ning to blu bcr. “ I never secd dat or, it must s got caught in m sleeve. Miss Feely must have left it on the ed, and it got caught in the clothes, and so got in my sleeve."

iss _O helia was so indignant at the bare- flaecod lie, that she caught the child and shook r.

ehe on '

“ Don't you tell me that again."

The shake brought the gloves on to the fioor, from the other sleeve.

“There. you!" said lilies 0 helia. “ will you tell me now you didn't steal t e rib nl"

To sy now confessed to_the gloves, but still

pers sted in denying the ribbon.

" Now, Topsy." said Miss Ophelia, “ if you’ll confess all about it, I won t whip you this time." Thus sdjured. Tops confessed to the ribbon and gloves. with woo ul proteststious of penitence.

" Well, now, tell me. I know you must have taken other things since you have been in the house, I let you run about all day yesterday. Nplw, tell me if you took anything, and I shsn’t w i ou."

“ ws, mlsais ! I took \lies Iva’s red thing she were on her neck." I

“You did, you naughty child ' Well, what

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" took Rosa's yer-rings—them red ones."

" Go bring them to me this minute, both of 'em."

“ Lows, missis, Ican’t—they's burnt tip!"

“Burnt up Vi-what a story! Go get ‘em, or I'll whip you."

“Topsy. with loud gotuuuons, and, tears,

a groans, t shecosld sot. “ They's burnt up-tkq was." H Wlimpieyoa burn 'em up far!" said Miss

Q

“ Cause I's wlcked—I is. I's mighty wicked, an how. I can't he! it."

net at this moment Eva came innocently Into

the room, with the identical coral necklace on

M 'it°*i.k‘ Eva It dd neck " , , w ere i u t u: - lace?” said Miss hells ,0 ‘. ,0

E u on it! Why.I'vs hbditon all day,” said

".‘I)id you have it on yesterday!"

" Yes; and whstls funny, aunty, I had It on all bpgght. I forgot to ts.ke it of when I went to . ’

Miss Ophelia looked perfectly bewildered: the more so as Ross at that instant come into the room, with a basket of newly-ironed linen poised on her head. and the corsl ear-drops shaking in her ears.

" I'm sure I can't tell anything what to do with such a child!" she said, in despair. “ What in the world did you tell me you took these things for. l"

" Wli , mlssis said I must ’fess; and I couldn't think of nothiu' else to 'fess." said Topsy, rubbing her e s.

“ ut, of course, I didn't want on to confess things you didn't do,” said M as Ophelia; “ that's telling a lie, stss much as the otber.”

" Lows, now, is it." said Topsy, with an air of innocent wonder.

" Ln, there an’t any such thing as truth in that limb,” said Rosa, lookin indignsntly at Topsy. "If! was s’ t. re. I'd whip her till the blood run.I would! I'd let her catch it '"

“No,.no,Rom," said Eva, with an air of command, which the child could assume at

times, -‘you mustn't talk so,Rosa. I can't beartoliear it," “ , sakes! Miss Eva,you’s sogood, you

don't know nothing how to get along with nl 301111. There's no way but cut ’em well up, ta 9!

" as " said Eve, “hush! Don't you any another word of that sort.” nnd the e c of the child dashed, and her cheek deepened n colour.

Ross. was cowed in a moment.

“ Miss Eva has got the St. Clare blood in her, that's plain. She can speak for all the world just like her papa," she said, as she passed out of the room

Eva stood looking at Topsy.

There stood the two chi dt-en, representatives of the two extremes of socic . The fair, high- bred child, with her golden hair, her deep e es, her spiritual, noble brow, sud rince- ike movements; and her black, keen, su tle. cring- ing, yet acute nsi hbour. They stood the representatives of t eir races. The Saxon, born of of cultivation, command, educa-

tion, physical and moral eminence. the Attic,

born of ages of oppression, submission, igno-

mégmoiit M fit?" r it h It met 1: r s . s c t on is stru led on-ou.‘;itp°ituP-' iIiln‘d. But so child‘;

oughts are rather dim, undefined instincts; and in Eva's noble nature man such were yearning and working, for whic she had no power of utterance. When Miss Ophelia expstisted on Topsy‘s nau hty wicked conduct. the child looked perpl and sorrowilul, but said sweetly-