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"Bress de Lor'! bress de good Lor', for sending de bright angel!"
shouted the woman, as she ran out of the house, throwing about her long
arms, (now freed from slavery's chains,) and making sundry other uncouth
manifestations of her joy, so characteristic of her race, which caused a
policeman to realize the dignity of his station, by actually opening one
eye, and puffing diligently at the cloud of tobacco smoke which
encircled the other.
A week later, and Natalie received a letter from her mother, in reply to
her account of her visit to the mysterious artist. It ran thus:--
"MY DEAR DAUGHTER,--It was with joy, mingled with a shade of sadness,
that I perused your last. Not that you, my innocent child, could impart
other than pleasure to the meanest of weak mortals, yet it brought
afresh to my mind a subject, which, though it marks one of the happiest
moments of my life, owing to peculiar circumstances,--the memory of my
dear husband being closely associated therewith,--brings to my heart,
also, a shadow of grief. That which I would say has to do with yourself,
my daughter, yet I cannot commission my pen to the revealing of this
long-buried secret.
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