e word lost its power； or could the failing eye and weary sense no longer answer to the touch of that mighty inspiration？ Heavily sighing； he put it in his pocket。 A coarse laugh roused him； he looked up；—Legree was standing opposite to him。
“Well； old boy；” he said； “you find your religion don’t work； it seems！ I thought I should get that through your wool； at last！”
The cruel taunt was more than hunger and cold and nakedness。 Tom was silent。
“You were a fool；” said Legree； “for I meant to do well by you； when I bought you。 You might have been better off than Sambo； or Quimbo either； and had easy times； and； instead of getting cut up and thrashed； every day or two； ye might have had liberty to lord it round； and cut up the other niggers； and ye might have had； now and then； a good warming of whiskey punch。 Come； Tom； don’t you think you’d better be reasonable？—heave that ar old pack of trash in the fire； and join my church！”
“The Lord forbid！” said Tom； fervently。
“You see the Lord an’t going to help you； if he had been； he wouldn’t have let me get you！ This yer religion is all a mess of lying trumpery； Tom。 I know all about it。 Ye’d better hold to me； I’m somebody； and can do something！”
“No； Mas’r；” said Tom； “I’ll hold on。 The Lord may help me； or not help； but I’ll hold to him； and believe him to the last！”
“The more fool you！” said Legree； spitting scornfully at him； and spurning him with his foot。 “Never mind； I’ll chase you down； yet； and bring you under；—you’ll see！” and Legree turned away。
When a heavy weight presses the soul to the lowest level at which endurance is possible； there is an instant and desperate effort of every physical and moral nerve to throw off the weight； and hence the heaviest anguish often precedes a return tide of joy and courage。 So was it now with Tom。 The atheistic taunts of his cruel master sunk his before dejected soul to the lowest ebb； and； though the hand of faith still held to the eternal rock； it was a numb； despairing grasp。 Tom sat； like one stunned； at the fire。 Suddenly everything around him seemed to fade； and a vision rose before him of one crowned with thorns； buffeted and bleeding。 Tom gazed； in awe and wonder； at the majestic patience of the face； the deep； pathetic eyes thrilled him to his inmost heart； his soul woke； as； with floods of emotion； he stretched out his hands and fell upon his knees；—when； gradually； the vision changed： the sharp thorns became rays of glory； and； in splendor inconceivable； he saw that same face bending compassionately towards him； and a voice said； “He that overcometh shall sit down with me on my throne； even as I also overcome； and am set down with my Father on his throne。”
How long Tom lay there； he knew not。 When he came to himself； the fire was gone out； his clothes were wet with the chill and drenching dews； but the dread soul…crisis was past； and； in the joy that filled him； he no longer felt hunger； cold； degradation； disappointment； wretchedness。 From his deepest soul； he that hour loosed and parted from every hope in life that now is； and offered his own will an unquestioning sacrifice to the Infinite。 Tom looked up to the silent； ever…living stars；—types of the angelic hosts who ever look down on man； and the solitude of the night rung with the triumphant words of a hymn； which he had sung often in happier days； but never with such feeling as now：
“The earth shall be dissolved like snow；
The sun shall cease to shine；
But God； who called me here below；
Shall be forever mine。
“And when this mortal life shall fail；
And flesh and sense shall cease；
I shall possess within the veil
A life of joy and peace。
“When we’ve been there ten thousand years；
Bright shining like the sun；
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we first begun。”
Those who have been familiar with the religious histories of the slave population know that relations like what we have narrated are very common among them。 We have heard some from their own lips； of a very touching and affecting character。 The psychologist tells us of a state； in which the affections and images of the mind become so dominant and overpowering； that they press into their service the outward imagining。 Who shall measure what an all…pervading Spirit may do with these capabilities of our mortality； or the ways in which He may encourage the desponding souls of the desolate？ If the poor forgotten slave believes that Jesus hath appeared and spoken to him； who shall contradict him？ Did He not say that his； mission； in all ages； was to bind up the broken…hearted； and set at liberty them that are bruised？
When the dim gray of dawn woke the slumberers to go forth to the field； there was among those tattered and shivering wretches one who walked with an exultant tread； for firmer than the ground he trod on was his strong faith in Almighty； eternal love。 Ah； Legree； try all your forces now！ Utmost agony； woe； degradation； want； and loss of all things； shall only hasten on the process by which he shall be made a king and a priest unto God！
From this time； an inviolable sphere of peace encompassed the lowly heart of the oppressed one；—an ever…present Saviour hallowed it as a temple。 Past now the bleeding of earthly regrets； past its fluctuations of hope； and fear； and desire； the human will； bent； and bleeding； and struggling long； was now entirely merged in the Divine。 So short now seemed the remaining voyage of life；—so near； so vivid； seemed eternal blessedness；—that life’s uttermost woes fell from him unharming。
All noticed the change in his appearance。 Cheerfulness and alertness seemed to return to him； and a quietness which no insult or injury could ruffle seemed to possess him。
“What the devil’s got into Tom？” Legree said to Sambo。 “A while ago he was all down in the mouth； and now he’s peart as a cricket。”
“Dunno； Mas’r； gwine to run off； mebbe。”
“Like to see him try that；” said Legree； with a savage grin； “wouldn’t we； Sambo？”
“Guess we would！ Haw！ haw！ ho！” said the sooty gnome； laughing obsequiously。 “Lord； de fun！ To see him stickin’ in de mud；—chasin’ and tarin’ through de bushes； dogs a holdin’ on to him！ Lord； I laughed fit to split； dat ar time we cotched Molly。 I thought they’d a had her all stripped up afore I could get ’em off。 She car’s de marks o’ dat ar spree yet。”
“I reckon she will； to her grave；” said Legree。 “But now； Sambo； you look sharp。 If the nigger’s got anything of this sort going； trip him up。”
“Mas’r； let me lone for dat；” said Sambo； “I’ll tree de coon。 Ho； ho； ho！”
This was spoken as Legree was getting on his horse； to go to the neighboring town。 That night； as he was returning； he thought he would turn his horse and ride round the quarters； and see if all was safe。
It was a superb moonlight night； and the shadows of the graceful China trees lay minutely pencilled on the turf below； and there was that transparent stillness in the air which it seems almost unholy to disturb。 Legree was a little distance from the quarters； when he heard the voice of some one singing。 It was not a usual sound there； and he paused to listen。 A mus