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O, because I have had only that kind of benevolence which consists in lying on a sofa, and cursing the church and clergy for not being martyrs and confessors. One can see, you know, very easily, how others ought to be martyrs. -Augustine St. Clare
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cabin
harriet
stowe
tom
uncle
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And though it be not so in the physical, yet in moral science that which cannot be understood is not always profitless. For the soul awakes, a trembling stranger, between two dim eternities,--the eternal past, the eternal future. The light shines only on a small space around her; therefore, she needs must yearn towards the unknown; and the voices and shadowy movings which come to her from out the cloudy pillar of inspiration have each one e..
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mysticism
unknown
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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But I want it done now, " said Miss Ophelia. What's your hurry?" Because now is the only time there ever is to do a thing in," said Miss Ophelia."
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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Some jokes are less agreeable than others
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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Perhaps," said Miss Ophelia, "it is impossible for a person who does no good not to do harm."
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean, And billows wild contend with angry roar, 'Tis said, far down beneath the wild commotion, That peaceful stillness reigneth evermore. Far, far beneath, the noise of tempest dieth, And silver waves chime ever peacefully, And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er it flieth, Disturbs the Sabbath of that deeper sea. So to the heart that knows Thy love, O Purest, There is a temple sacred evermore, And al..
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god
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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Sobs, heavy, hoarse and loud, shook the chairs, and great tears fell through his fingers on the floor - just such tears, sir, as you dropped into the coffin where lay your first-born son; such tears, woman, as you shed when you heard the cries of your dying babe; for, sir, he was a man, and you are but another man; and, woman, though dressed in silk and jewels, you are but a woman, and, in life's great straits and mighty griefs, ye feel but..
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woman
sorrow
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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An atmosphere of sympathetic influence encircles every human being; and the man or woman who feels strongly, healthily and justly, on the great interests of humanity, is a constant benefactor to the human race.
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human-race
sympathy
influence
human-being
humanity
life-and-living
benefactor
interests
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted.
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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It is with the oppressed, enslaved, African race that I cast in my lot; and if I wished anything, I would wish myself two shades darker, rather than one lighter.
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slavery
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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Abraham Lincoln. When he met Stowe, it is claimed that he said, "So you're the little woman that started this great war!"
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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In the midst of life we are in death,'" said Miss Ophelia." --
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living
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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The underlying foundation of life in New England was one of profound, unutterable, and therefore unuttered, melancholy, which regarded human existence itself as a ghastly risk, and, in the case of the vast majority of human beings, an inconceivable misfortune.
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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In my opinion, it is you considerate, humane men, that are responsible for all the brutality and outrage wrought by these wretches; because, if it were not for your sanction and influence, the whole system could not keep foothold for an hour. If there were no planters except such as that one,>> said he, pointing with his finger to Legree, who stood with his back to them, <
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responsibility
culpability
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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Oh my Eva, whose little hour on earth did so much good... what account have I to give for my long years?
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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Look at the high and the low, all the world over, and it's the same story,--the lower class used up, body, soul and spirit, for the good of the upper.
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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That's right; put on the steam, fasten down the escape-valve, and sit on it, and see there you'll land.
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irrationality
stupid-decisions
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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Liberty! -- Electric word!
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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Well," said St. Clare, "suppose that something shoul bring down the price of cotton once and forever, and make the whole slave property a drug in the market, don't you think we should soon have another version of the Scripture doctrine? What flood of light would pour the church, all at once, and immediately it would be discovered that everything in the bible and reason went the other way."
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slavery
religion
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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everything your money can buy, given with a cold, averted face, is not worth one honest tear shed in real sympathy?
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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Couldn't never be nothin' but a nigger, if I was ever so good,>> said Topsy. <>
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racism
oppression
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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the Lord gives a good many things twice over, but he don't give ye a mother but once. Ye'll never see such another woman, Mas'r George--not if ye live to be a hundred years old. So, now, you hold on to her, and grow up, and be a comfort to her.
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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Your Kentuckian of the present day is a good illustration of the doctrine of transmitted instincts and peculiarities. His fathers were mighty hunters, - men who lived in the woods, and slept under the free, open heavens, with the stars to hold their candles; and their descendant to this day always acts as if the house were his camp, - wears his hat at all hours, tumbles himself about, and puts his heels on the tops of chairs or mantel-piece..
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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My country again! Mr. Wilson, you have a country; but what country have I, or any one like me, born of slave mothers? What laws are there for us? We don't make them,--we don't consent to them,--we have nothing to do with them; all they do for us is to crush us, and keep us down. Haven't I heard your Fourth-of-July speeches? Don't you tell us all, once a year, that governments derive their just power from the consent of the governed? Can't a..
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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Is there anything in it glorious and dear for a nation, that is not also glorious and dear for a man? What is freedom to a nation, but freedom to the individuals in it?
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nation
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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But at midnight -- strange, mystic hour, when the veil between the frail present and the eternal future grows thin -- then came the messenger.
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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There's a way you political folks have of coming round and round a plain right thing
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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O yes! a machine for saving work, is it? He'd invent that, I'll be bound; let a nigger alone for that, any time. They are all labor-saving machines themselves, every one of 'em. No, he shall tramp!
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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Obeying God never brings on public evils. I know it can't. It's always safest, all round, to do as He bids us.
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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I've lost everything in this world, and it's clean gone, forever-- and now I can't lose heaven, too; no, I can't get to be wicked, besides all.
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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Eliza," said George, "people that have friends, and houses, and lands, and money, and all those things, can't love as we do, who have nothing but each other. ... And your loving me,--why, it was almost like raising one from the dead! I've been a new man ever since! And now, Eliza, I'll give my last drop of blood, but they shall not take you from me. Whoever gets you must walk over my dead body."
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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Now, there's no way with servants, but to put them down, and keep them down. It was always natural to me, from a child. Eva is enough to spoil a whole house-full. What will she do when she comes to keep house herself, I'm sure I don't know. I hold to being kind to servants - I always am; but you must make 'em know their place. Eva never does; there's no getting into the child's head the first beginning of an idea what a servant's place is! ..
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servants
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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It's true, Christian-like or not; and is about as Christian-like as most other things in the world,>> said Alfred.
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irony
virtues
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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Marie was one of those unfortunately constituted mortals, in whose eyes whatever is lost and gone assumes a value which it never had in possession.
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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I believe I'm done for," said Tom. "The cussed sneaking dog, to leave me to die alone! My poor old mother always told me 'twould be so."
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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Talk about keeping slaves, as if we did it for our convenience," said Marie. "I'm sure, if we consulted that, we might let them all go at once." Evangeline fixed her large, serious eyes on her mother's face, with an earnest and perplexed expression, and said, simply, "What do you keep them for, mamma?" "I don't know, I'm sure, except for a plague; they are the plague of my life. I believe that more of my ill health is caused by them than by..
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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Deeds of heroism are wrought here more than those of romance, when, defying torture, and braving death itself, the fugitive voluntarily threads his way back to the terrors and perils of that dark land, that he may bring out his sister, or mother, or wife.
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heroism
slavery
risk
love
fugitive-slave
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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Every nation that carries in its bosom great and unredressed injustice has in it the elements of this last convulsion.
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injustice
slavery
people-s-revolution
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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His conversation was in free and easy defiance of Murray's Grammar, and was garnished at convenient intervals with various profane expressions, which not even the desire to be graphic in our account shall induce us to transcribe.
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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If it were your Harry, mother, or your Willie, that were going to be torn from you by a brutal trader, tomorrow morning,--if you had seen the man, and heard that the papers were signed and delivered, and you had only from twelve o'clock till morning to make good your escape,--how fast could you walk?
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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Late in the afternoon of a chilly day in February, two gentlemen were sitting alone over their wine, in a well-furnished dining parlor, in the town of P----, in Kentucky. There were no servants present, and the gentlemen, with chairs closely approaching, seemed to be discussing some subject with great earnestness.
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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Has there ever been a child like Eva? Yes, there have been; but their names are always on grave-stones, and their sweet smiles, their heavenly eyes, their singular words and ways, are among the buried treasures of yearning hearts. In how many families do you hear the legend that all the goodness and graces of the living are nothing to the peculiar charms of one who is not. It is as if heaven had an especial band of angels, whose office it w..
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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Tom read,--"Come unto Me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." "Them's good words, enough," said the woman; "who says 'em?" "The Lord," said Tom. "I jest wish I know'd whar to find Him," said the woman."
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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Alfred . . . stands, high and haughty, on that good old respectable ground, the right of the strongest; and he says, and I think quite sensibly, that the American planter is 'only doing, in another form, what the English aristocracy and capitalists are doing by the lower classes;' that is, I take it, appropriating them, body and bone, soul and spirit, to their use and convenience. He defends both, - and I think, at least, consistently. He s..
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slavery
exploitation
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