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Showing the Feelings of Living Property on Changing owncrs.——I’ccuniary Difiiciilties.— An intorresting Conversation.—Aii Unsuspec- ted Listener.--A Mother's Anguish.——l:‘.liza‘s Flight.

Mn. and Mrs. Shelby had retired to their ii rt-

ment for the ni ht. IIo was lounging in a urge

easy chair, loo ing over some letters that had come in the afternoon mail, and she was stand- ing before her mirror. brushin out the complica- ted braids and curls in which illiza bud arrange her hair ; for, noticing lier pale cheeks and hug- gard eyes, she had excused her attcniliiiicc that night, and ordered her to bed. The employment,

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with the girl in the inornin ;and turning to her husband, she said, careless y,— , “ By-the-bye, Arthur, who was that low-bred fellow that you lagged in to our dinner-table to H7

“ Haley its his name," said Shelby, turning himself vittber uneasily in his chair, and con- tinuimg with his e as fixed on a letter.

“-Hale ! Who is he, and what may be his

ere, ." e , hc’sa man that I transacted some businessuyvith list time I was at Natchez,” said Mr. She

“ And is presumed on it to make himself quite at home, cad call and dine here, oh I”

“ Why, l‘inv'i‘tel him; I had some accounts with him," sai S e

“ Is he ii negro-trader!” said Mrs. Shelby, notiging a certain smbarrasmcnt in her hus- ban ‘s manner.

“ Why,_my‘ dear, wha_t put that into your head? said She ll , looking up. '

“ Notliing—on y Eliza came in herc,after din- ner. ina great worry, crying and taking on, and said on were talking with is trader, and that she heard bin: make an offer for her boy—the ridiculous litt e o l"

“ She did, oh lfioidid Mr. Shelby, returning to his paper, which he seemed for a few moments quite intent upon,not perceiving that ho was holding it bot-tom upwards.

“ It will have to conic out,” said be mentally; “ as well now as ever "

“ I told Eliza,” said Mrs. Shelby, as she con- tinued brushing her hair, “ that she was alittle fool for her pains, and that you never had an - thing to do with tiiat sort of persons. f course, I knew you never uieaiit to sell any of our eo Ie—loast of ill, to such it fellow."

“ o I, Emily,” said her husband, “ so I have always felt and said ; but the fact is, that my business lies so, thit I cannot get on without. I shall have to sell scum of my hands.”

H To that gesture! dmpossible ! Mr. Shelby,

ou cannot serious.‘ . y “I am sorr wear that I am,” said Mr. Shelb . “ I've agreodto sell Tom.”

" hat! our Tom l—that good, faithful crea- ture !—been your faithful servant from a boy! Oh Mr. Shelby !—and you have promised him his freedom, too--— on and I have spoken to him a hundred times 0 it. Well. I can believe an - thing now, I can believe now that on could so 1 little Harry, poor Eliza‘ipnly chil 3" said Mrs. Shelb , in a tone between, grief and indignation.

“ ell, since you must know all, it is so. cod to sell Tom itid Ilarr both ; and I don't ow why I am toibe rate , as if Iwcre a monster for doing whsiievery one does every

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‘yl Butwhy, of all others, choose those I" said

Mfg Shelby. “ Why sell them of all on the place, ifyou must se i at all I" _

“ Because they will bring the highest sum of any--that’s why. I could choose another, if

on say so. The follow nisde uic a high bid on Illisa, if that would suit you any better," said Mr. Shelby. I ,

“ The wretch !" said Mrs. Shelby, vehemently.

" Well, I didn't listen to t a moment-—out of regard to your feelings, I voiildn’t ; so give me some credit.” - _

" M dear," said Mrs. Shelby, recollecting herself,“ for ‘vs me. I have on hasty. Iwas surprised, entirely unppparod for this; but surely you will allow me tunterccde for he

or creatures. Tom is a nible-hearted, faith- ¥ll’l fellow, if he is black. ',I do believe, Mr. Shelby, that if he were putto it, he would lay down his life for you.” ,

“I know it-—I dare say; twhat's the use of all this? I can’t help my lf."

“ Why not make a pecan’ y sacrifice! I’m willing to hear my part of e_inconvenience. Oh Mr. Shelb , I avo tried ied most faitli- fully, as a is n woman i ould—-to do my duty to thoseyioor, simple, depindeut creatures. I have cared or them, instructsd thcm, watched over them, and known all their little cares an ' ya, for years; and how can I ever held up my {cad a sin among them, if. for the sake ofa little pa ta gain, we sell such It faithful, excel- lent, con ing creature as poor Tom. and 109? from him in a moment all we have taught him to love and value I have taught them the duties of the family, of parent and child, and husband and wife ; and how can I bear to have this open acknowledgement that we care for no tie, no dut , no relation, however sacred, com- pared witli money! I have talked with Elisa about her boy—hor dnt to him as ii Christian mother, to watch over im, pfly for him. Ind brin him u in . Christian way ; and now who can sir. ,i you tear ni away, and sell him, soul an body, to a pro , unprincipled man,

just to save a little money! I have told her that one soul is worth more than all the money in the world ; and how will she believe me, when she sees us turn round and sell her child l—se him, perhaps, to certain ruin ofbody and soul!" - I in sorry you feel so about it, Emily—in- deed I am," said Mr. Shelb ; “ and I res ct your feelings, too, though don’t proton to share them to their full extent ; butl tell you now solemnly, it's of no uso—I can't begin“ my- self. I didn't mean to tell you this, ily ; but in plain words, there is no choice between selling these two and sellingiovcrything. Either they must go or all must. iiley has come into possession of a mortgage, which, if I don’t clear of with him directly, will take everything be- fore it. I've raked, an , and trow- ed, and all but begged, and t e price of these two was needed to make up the balance, and I had to give them up. Haley fancied the child ; he agreed to settle the matter that way, and no other. I was in his power, and had to do it. If on feel so to have them sold, would it be any otter to have all sold!”

Mrs. Shelby stood like one stricken. Finally, turning to her toilet, she rested her face in her hands, and re a sort of groan.

“ This is od‘s curse on slavery?—a bitter, bitter, most accursed thing !—a curse to the master, and a curse to the slave ! Iwas a fool

to think I could make anything good out of such a deadly evil. It is a sin to ho d a slave under

laws like ours; I always felt it was—I alws s

1 h vl I I - 'l—Ith ht till naturally enough, suggested her conversation . t 0%“ w’wmn “Ha 5" mg .0.

more after I joined the church ; butl thought I could gild it over. I thou ht, by kindness and care, and instruction, I cou d make the condi- tion of mine better than freedom. Fool that I was !”

“ Why, wife, you are getting to be an Aboli- tioiiist, uite.”

“ Abo utionist! If they knew all I know about slavery, they might talk! We don’t need them to tell us ; you know I never thought that slavery was right—-never felt willing to own slaves."

“ Well, therein you difler from man wise and ions men," said Mr. Shelby. “ on re- mem r Mr. B.’s sermon the other Sunday ".'

“ I don't want to hear such sermons; I never wish to hear Mr. B. in our church again. Min- isters can't help the evil, perhaps—can’t cure it, any more than we can—but defend it ! Ital- ways went against my common sense. An tllltllik you didn't think much of that sermon.

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'2 Well,” said Shelby, “ I must say these ministers sometimes carry matters further than we poor sinners would exactl dare to do. We men of the world must wink pretty hard at va- rious things, and get used to a deal that isn't the exact thing. But we don’t quite fan when women and ministers come out broad an square,and go beyond its in matters of either modesty or morals, that's a fact. But now, my dear,I trust on see the necessity of the thing, and you see tI have done the very best that circumstances would allow.”

“ Oh, yes, yes!" said Mrs. Shelby, huniedly and abstractedly fingering her gold watch. “ haven't any ' wellergof any amount," _slie add- ed, thoughtfiielly, “ ut would not this watch do somethingl—it was an expensive one when it was bou ht. If I could onl at least save Eliza's chi d, I would sacr' co anything I

ave.”

“ I'm sorr , very sorry, Emily," said Mr. Shelby ; " m sorry this takes hold of you so ; but it will do no good. he fact is, Emily,_ths things done ; the bills of sale are already mg; ed, and in IIaley’s hands : and you must _ thankful it is no worse. That man has had it in his wer to rain as all, and now he is failigly of. I you know the man as I do, you’ ' that we had had a narrow escape."

“ Is he so hard, then I"

“ Why, not tl cruel man, exactly, but a man ofleather—a man alive to _notliing but trade and profit; cool, and unbcsitating, and unre- lenting as death and the grave. Ie‘d sell own mother at a good per centage—not wishing the old woman any harm either.”

“ Ahd this wretch owns that good, faithfiil Tom, and Eliza's child?" .

“ Well, my dear, the fact is, that this goes rather hard with me-it’s a_ thing I hate to think of : Haley wants to drive matters, and take possession to-morrow. l’m gouig to get out my horse bright and early, and be ofl. I can't see Tom, that's a fact; and on bad l)_ct- ter arran a drive somewhere, an carry Elisa on’. Let c thingbe done when she is out of si ht.”

8“ No, no," said Mrs. Shelby; “ I'll be in no sense accomplice or hcl in this cruel business. I'll and see rold m-God help him in his distress ! hey shall see, at _any rate, that their mistress can feel for and wit em. As to Elisa, I dare not think about it. The Lord forgive us ! What have we done, that this cruel necessity should come on us ." _ _

There was one listener to this conversation, whom Mr. and Mrs. Shelby little suspected.

Communicating with their apa_rtment was a large closet, openin by a door into the outer

ssa . on re. Shelby had dismissed

lisa or the night, her feverish and excited mind had suggested the idea of this closet; and she had hidden horsclf there, and, with her car

was close a inst the crack of the door, had

ost n ta wor of the conversation.

When the voices died into silence, she rose, and crcpt stealthily sway. Pale, shivering, with rigid features and com resscd lips, she looked an entirely altered being item the loft and timid creature she had been hitherto. She

. happy one it had

moved cautiously along the entry, tiled one moment at her uiistrcss's door, an raised her hand. in mum up I to Heaven, and then turn- cd and idod into her own room. quiet, neat apartment, on the same door with her mlsuess's. There was a leasant, sunny window, where she had often sat singing at her sowiii ; there,a little case of books, and various little fancy articles ranged by than. “I0 [ml Of Christmas holidays ; there was her simple ward- robe, in the closet and in the drawers; here was, ‘in short, her home, and, on tbs whole, a been to her. But , on

the bed, lsyi her sluinberin boy, his long curls falling neg gently around is unconscious face, his rosy mouth half open, his little fat hands thrown out over the bed-clothes, and a smile spread like a sunbeam over his whole face

“ Poor boy! r fellow !" said Eliza; “they hay? sold you! at your mother will save you c .”

No tear dropped over that pillow. In such straits as these the heart has no tears to give ; it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence& She took a piece of paper and a pen- ci , an wrote hastily :—

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Hastily folding and directin this, she went to a drawer and made u a Iittle ckage of clothing for her boy, w ich she tied with a pandkerchief firmly round her waist; and so

ond is a mother's remembrance, that, even in the terrpips qt‘ phat Illitlf, she did not for at to at in e itt e pac age one or two 0 his Iiavourite toys, reserving ii. gaily- inted not to amuse him when she should be ciille afivalkeiil hipi. t was some trouble to arouse t e itteseepor; but after son if t, h t up, and was playing with his lii3rd,0iivhil: Iiis ln0l’.lI‘evl'hW&S putting on her bonnet and shawl.

“ are are you in , moth I" a'd h asghe drew near thgo held with eI1lS li!ttle cost an cap.

His mother drew near, and looked so ear- nestly into hiseycs, that he at once divined that something unusual was the matter.

“ Hush, llarr ," she said: “ mustn't speak loud, or they wi I hear us. A wicked man was coming to take little Harry away from his mo- ther, and can him ‘way oil‘ in the dark ; but mother won't ct him—she’s going to puton her little boy's cap and coat, and run oil’ with him, so the ugly man can't catch him.”

Saying these woi'ds, she had tied and _button- ed ‘(in the child’s simple ousfit, and, taking him in or arms she whispere to him to be ver still; and, ’opcning a door in her room which pod gate the outer vorandah, she glided noise-

oss y out.

hlt wig: a sparklin ,fr}pstyl, stiprlight nigbt,and t e mo er wrappe t c s iaw e use round her child, as, rfectly quiet with vague terror, ho clung roun her neck.

0'1‘ Braini}, pl great Elewfoundligndi who slept at t can 0 t e porc , rose, wit a ow rowl, as she came near. She gently spoke hisfiamc, and the aniiplal, an old hpct aiqd playmate of

ers instan y wa ing is ta , pre red to fblloiw her, thougliaapparently rcvolvin much in liiis sample dog s gead what such an in iscreet mi iiig t promena e might mean. Some dim ideas of im rudence or impropriety in the mea- sure secme to embarrass him considerably; for he often sto ‘pod, as Eliza glided forward, and looked wist ully, first at her and then at the house, and then, as if reassured b reflection, he patted along after her_a ain. A ew minutes brought them to the win ow of Uncle Tom’s cottage, and Eliza, stopping, tapped lightly on the window-pane. edpraycr meeting at Uncle Tom's had, in the or or of hymn-singing, been protracted to a very late_hour, and as Uncle Tom had indulged himself in a few lengthy solos afterwards, the consequence was, that,a thou h it was now be- tween twelve and one o‘elock, e and his worthy helpmate Iwoer; noth yet asleep.‘ d

" r !w at‘s that. sai Aunt Chloe starting up, and hastily drawing the curtain: “ ysakes alive ifit aint Lin ! Get on your clot es, ole man, quick ! There s ole Bruno,too, a-pawin' round—wat on airtli ! I’m gwine to open the door.” _

And, suitin the action of the word, the door low 0 ii, an the light of the tallow candle, which om had bsstil lighted, fell on the bag- gard face and dark wi d eyes of the fugitive.

“ Iord bless you! I’m skeered to look at ya, Lizzy! Are ye tuck sick, or what's come over

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“ I’m running away, Uncle Tom and Aunt Cihloo-Carrying off my child. Master's sold h in !”

“ Sold him!" echoed both, lifting up their hands in disma .

“ Yes, sold liim !” said Elisa, firmly; “ I cre t into the closet b mistress’s door to-night, an I heard master to l missis that he had sold my Harry and you,Uncle Toni, both to a trader, and that he was going off this morning on _his horse, an that the man was to take possession to-day." _

Toni had stood during this speech with his hands raised. and his eyes dilated, like a man in a dream. Slowly and graduall , as its mean- ing cams over him, he collaps , rather than seated himself, on his old chair, and sank his head down a ii his knees.

“ The Lord have pity on us !" said Aunt Chloe. “ Oh, it don’t seem as ifit was true! What has he dono,that inas'r should sell him .7"

“ He hasn't done anything-—it isn't for that. Master don't want to sell, and missis—-she's al-

‘ways good—I heard her plead and beg for us;

but he told her ‘was no’us_e—that he was in this man's debt, and that this man had got the

‘power over liini—end that if he didn't pay him

of clear, it would end in his having to sell the

lace and all the people, and move ofi‘. Yes, I heard him say, there was no choice between scl- ling these two and selling all, the man was dri- vi them so hard. Master said he was sorry; but oh,inissisl you oughtto have heard her hlkl If she an‘t a Christian and an angel, there never was one. I'm a wicked girl to leave her so; but then I can't help it. She said herself one soul was worth more than the world; and this be hua souI,and, ifl let him be carried cl‘, who nows what‘ll become of it! It must be right; but if it an’_t right’, forgive ins, for I can't hel doing it!

“ Well, ole man!" an Aunt Chloe, “wtlgy don’t cu tool Will you wait to to down 0 river, where the kill niggers with hard work and starving! I¥d a heap rather die than there, any day ! There's time for ye; be olsiiith Lissy— u'vo got is pass to ‘come "4 so ugyfi-e. bustle up, and I ll get your thing tnotbsr

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Tom slowly raised his head, and looked sor- rowfully but uietly around, and said :-

“ N0. I10; an’t gcgng. Let Elisa go--it's lier right. Iwouldn’t s one to so no. "I\n’t in rumir for her to stay; but is card what she said! lfl must be sold, or the poo Is on the wee, and everything go to rack, , We sold. I ’spose I can b‘ar It as we I as an on ’em,’_' he added while soinsth‘ like a so and a sigh shook his broad, rod: chest convulsivel . " Mss'r always found me on the spot-—he a ways will. I never have broke trust, nor used my pass nows contra to in word, and I never will. It's tter for me alone to than to break in the place and sell all. Mas r an t to blame, bloc ; and he'll take care of you and the r-—" »

Here is turned to the rou trundle-bod full of little woolly heads, and rake fairly down; he leaned over the back of the chair, and cover- ed his face with his lar hands. Sobs, heavy, hoarse, and loud, shoo the chair, and great tears fell through his fingers on the fiocr-—just such tears,sir, as you dropped into the cofin whore lay your first born-son: such tears, wo- man, as_you shed when you heard the cities ‘of your dying babe—for, sir, he was a man, an you are but another man. And, woman,though