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James Parton, Horace Greeley, T. W. Higginson, J. S. C. Abbott, E. M. Hoppin, William Winter, Theodore Tilton, Fanny Fern, Grace Greenwood, Mrs. E. C. Stanton, Women of the age; being natives of the lives and deeds of the most prominent women of the present gentlemen 18 0 Browse Search
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James Parton, Horace Greeley, T. W. Higginson, J. S. C. Abbott, E. M. Hoppin, William Winter, Theodore Tilton, Fanny Fern, Grace Greenwood, Mrs. E. C. Stanton, Women of the age; being natives of the lives and deeds of the most prominent women of the present gentlemen, Harriet Beecher Stowe. (search)
seemed strange also to these watchmen that poor old Candace, an ignorant but Christian colored woman, should had bring back to reason this distracted mother. But Candace had tact, and a woman's instinctive comprehension oe cried; leave me alone! At that moment poor old Candace, who had never been able to understand theology at ey! why, jes' feel how I loves ye,--poor ole black Candace,ana I a'n't better'n Him as made me! Who was it wo All in the room wept together. Now, honey, said Candace, I know our Doctor's a mighty good man, ana lamed,-reath he had. Dar's a God you can love, a'nat dar? Candace loves Him,--poor, old, foolish, black, wicked CandaCandace,--and she knows He loves her. And here Candace broke down into torrents of weeping. They laid the mothCandace broke down into torrents of weeping. They laid the mother, faint and weary, on her bed, and beneath the shadow of that suffering cross came down a healing sleep on things as well as in that of the intellect. Poor old Candace, with her tender, sympathetic representations of th