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 i… - Harriet Beecher Stowe

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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 was to sojourn for a season here, and endear to them the wayward human heart, that they might bear it upward with them in their homewoard flight. When you see that deep, spiritual light in the eye, — -when the little soul reveals itself in words sweeter and wiser than the ordinary words of children, — -hope not to retain that child, for the seal of heaven is on it, and the light of immortality looks out from its eyes.

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About Harriet Beecher Stowe

Harriet Elizabeth Beecher Stowe (14 June 1811 – 1 July 1896) was an American abolitionist and writer, most famous as the author of the anti-slavery novel Uncle Tom's Cabin.

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Birth Name: Elizabeth Harriet Beecher
Native Name: Harriet Beecher
Alternative Names: Christopher Crowfield Harriet Elizabeth Beecher Stowe Enrieta Elizabeth Beecher Stowe Harriet Elizabeth Beecher Harriet Elisabeth Beecher Stowe Harriet Elizabeth Beecher-Stowe
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A day of grace is yet held out to us. Both North and South have been guilty before God; and the Christian church has a heavy account to answer. Not by combining together, to protect injustice and cruelty, and making a common capital of sin, is this Union to be saved, — but by repentance, justice and mercy; for, not surer is the eternal law by which the millstone sinks in the ocean, than that stronger law, by which injustice and cruelty shall bring on nations the wrath of Almighty God!

O, with what freshness, what solemnity and beauty, is each new day born; as if to say to insensate man, "Behold! thou hast one more chance! Strive for immortal glory!" There is no speech nor language where this voice is not heard; but the bold, bad man heard it not. He woke with an oath and a curse. What to him was the gold and purple, the daily miracle of morning!

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