Beadle's Dime Novels No. 33: Maum Guinea and Her Plantation Children — page 77: what you’re looking at

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HYPERION IN TROUBLE. TA CHAPTER VIl. SOPHY’'S STORY. God works for all. Ye can not aia: the hope of being free, With parallels of latitude, with mountain-range or sea; Chain down your slaves with ignorance, ye can not keep. tly With all your craft of tyranny, the human heart from heart. ° LoweLL. And on the lover of her youth, She turned her patient e And saw him, sad and faint and sick, Beneath those alien skies. She saw him pick the cotton-blooms, And cut the sugar-cane— A ring of iron on his wrist, And round his heart a chain.—ALpricn. From the hearths of their cabins, The fields of their corn, Waxrpiy had Maum Guinea dished the breakfast on Sunday morning and sent it to the house, before the door of her cabin opened, and Hyperion entered, looking so changed from the saucy and elegant valet he usually appeared, that she almost dropped from her hand the coffee-pot from which she was about to take her own allowance. “Now, chile, you's sick, sartain ; “alt Gol E atin 5 Task for suthin to cure you. Wat's de matter?” ‘He dropped into the chair which sat by the little kitchen. ° prnye<oa ay crimmaatapesteetrscrisfoi = Baw reply. ' “Wat's de matter, chile? speak!” she said, very kindly, for he was a favorite with her—perhaps i.e reminded her of conmiclooolkks.conn