Now, mind yourself,? he said, with a stamp and a fierce glance of his gray eye, directed at Tom, ?I?m your church now! You understand,?you?ve got to be as I say Something within the silent black man answered No! and, as if repeated by an invisible voice, came the words of an old prophetic scroll, as Eva had often read them to him,??Fear not! for I have redeemed theeI have called thee by nameThou art Mine!? But Simon Legree heard no voiceThat voice is one he never shall hearHe only glared for a moment on the downcast face of Tom, and walked offHe took Tom?s trunk, which contained a very neat and abundant wardrobe, to the forecastle, where it was soon surrounded by various hands of the boatWith much laughing, at the expense of niggers who tried to be gentlemen, the articles very readily were sold to one and another, and the empty trunk finally put up at auctionIt was a good joke, they all thought, especially to see how Tom looked after his things, as they were going this way and that; and then the auction of the trunk, that was funnier than all, and occasioned abundant witticisms This little affair being over, Simon sauntered up again to his property ?Now, Tom, I?ve relieved you of any extra baggage, you seeTake mighty good care of them clothesIt?ll be long enough ?fore you get moreI go in for making niggers careful; one suit has to do for one year, on my place Simon next walked up to the place where Emmeline was sitting, chained to another woman ?Well, my dear,? he said, chucking her under the chin, ?keep up your spirits The involuntary look of horror, fright and aversion, with which the girl regarded him, did not escape his eye ?None o? your shines, gal! you?s got to keep a pleasant face, when I speak to ye,?d?ye hear? And you, you old yellow poco moonshine!? he said, giving a shove to the mulatto woman to whom Emmeline was chained, ?don?t you carry that sort of face! You?s got to look chipper, I tell ye!? ?I say, all on ye,? he said retreating a pace or two back, ?look at me,?look at me,?look me right in the eye,?straight, now!? said he, stamping his foot at every pause As by a fascination, every eye was now directed to the glaring greenish-gray eye of Simon ?Now,? said he, doubling his great, heavy fist into something resembling a blacksmith?s hammer, ?d?ye see this fist? Heft it!? he said, bringing it down on Tom?s hand?Look at these yer bones! Well, I tell ye this yer fist has got as hard as iron knocking down niggersI never see the nigger, yet, I couldn?t bring down with one crack,? said he, bringing his fist down so near to the face of Tom that he winked and drew back?I don?t keep none o? yer cussed overseers; I does my own overseeing; and I tell you things is seen toYou?s every one on ye got to toe the mark, I tell ye; quick,?straight,?the moment I speakThat?s the way to keep in with meYe won?t find no soft spot in me, nowhereSo, now, mind yerselves; for I don?t show no mercy!? The women involuntarily drew in their breath, and the whole gang sat with downcast, dejected facesMeanwhile, Simon turned on his heel, and marched up to the bar of the boat for a dram ?That?s the way I begin with my niggers,? he said, to a gentlemanly man, who had stood by him during his speech?It?s my system to begin strong,?just let ?em know what to expect ?Indeed!? said the stranger, looking upon him with the curiosity of a naturalist studying some out-of-the-way specimenI?m none o? yer gentlemen planters, with lily fingers, to slop round and be cheated by some old cuss of an overseer! Just feel of my knuckles, now; look at my fistTell ye, sir, the flesh on ?t has come jest like a stone, practising on nigger?feel on it The stranger applied his fingers to the implement in question, and simply said, ??T is hard enough; and, I suppose,? he added, ?practice has made your heart just like it ?Why, yes, I may say so,? said Simon, with a hearty laugh?I reckon there?s as little soft in me as in any one goingTell you, nobody comes it over me! Niggers never gets round me, neither with squalling nor soft soap,?that?s a fact ?You have a fine lot there?There?s that Tom, they telled me he was suthin? uncommonI paid a little high for him, tendin? him for a driver and a managing chap; only get the notions out that he?s larnt by bein? treated as niggers never ought to be, he?ll do prime! The yellow woman I got took in shop on

Seward for a moment, and told him where I was off to, promising to come back and tell the rest so soon as I should have found out anythingI drove to Walworth and found, with some difficulty, Potter's CourtSmollet's spelling misled me, as I asked for Poter's Court instead of Potter's CourtHowever, when I had found the court, I had no difficulty in discovering Corcoran's lodging house When I asked the man who came to the door for the "depite," he shook his head, and said, "I dunno 'imThere ain't no such a person 'ereI never 'eard of 'im in all my bloomin' daysDon't believe there ain't nobody of that kind livin' 'ere or anywheres I took out Smollet's letter, and as I read it it seemed to me that the lesson of the spelling of the name of the court might guide me"What are you?" I asked "I'm the depity," he answered I saw at once that I was on the right trackPhonetic spelling had again misled meA half crown tip put the deputy's knowledge at my disposal, and I learned that MrBloxam, who had slept off the remains of his beer on the previous night at Corcoran's, had left for his work at Poplar at five o'clock that morningHe could not tell me where the place of work was situated, but he had a vague idea that it was some kind of a "new-fangled ware'us," and with this slender clue I had to start for PoplarIt was twelve o'clock before I got any satisfactory hint of such a building, and this I got at a coffee shop, where some workmen were having their dinnerOne of them suggested that there was being erected at Cross Angel Street a new "cold storage" building, and as this suited the condition of a "new-fangled ware'us," I at once drove to itAn interview with a surly gatekeeper and a surlier foreman, both of whom were appeased with the coin of the realm, put me on the track of BloxamHe was sent for on my suggestion that I was willing to pay his days wages to his foreman for the privilege of asking him a few questions on a private matterHe was a smart enough fellow, though rough of speech and bearingWhen I had promised to pay for his information and given him an earnest, he told me that he had made two journeys between Carfax and a house in Piccadilly, and had taken from this house to the latter nine great boxes, "main heavy ones," with a horse and cart hired by him for this purpose I asked him if he could tell me the number of the house in Piccadilly, to which he replied, "Well, guv'nor, I forgits the number, but it was only a few door from a big white church, or somethink of the kind, not long builtIt was a dusty old 'ouse, too, though nothin' to the dustiness of the 'ouse we tooked the bloomin' boxes from "How did you get in if both houses were empty?" "There was the old party what engaged me a waitin' in the 'ouse at PurfleetHe 'elped me to lift the boxes and put them in the drayCurse me, but he was the strongest chap I ever struck, an' him a old feller, with a white moustache, one that thin you would think he couldn't throw a shadder How this phrase thrilled through me! "Why, 'e took up 'is end o' the boxes like they was pounds of tea, and me a puffin' an' a blowin' afore I could upend mine anyhow, an' I'm no chicken, neither "How did you get into the house in Piccadilly?" I asked "He was there tooHe must 'a started off and got there afore me, for when I rung of the bell he kem an' opened the door 'isself an' 'elped me carry the boxes into the 'all "The whole nine?" I asked "Yus, there was five in the first load an' four in the secondIt was main dry work, an' I don't so well remember 'ow I got 'ome I interrupted him, "Were the boxes left in the hall?" "Yus, it was a big 'all, an' there was nothin' else in it I made one more attempt to further matters"You didn't have any key?" "Never used no key nor nothinkThe old gent, he opened the door 'isself an' shut it again when I druv offI don't remember the last time, but that was the beer "And you can't remember the number of the house?" "No, shop sir

The woman opened to him the door of a little parlor, covered with a rag carpet, where stood a table with a very shining black oil-cloth, sundry lank, high-backed wood chairs, with some plaster images in resplendent colors on the mantel-shelf, above a very dimly-smoking grate; a long hard-wood settle extended its uneasy length by the chimney, and here Haley sat him down to meditate on the instability of human hopes and happiness in general ?What did I want with the little cuss, now,? he said to himself, ?that I should have got myself treed like a coon, as I am, this yer way?? and Haley relieved himself by repeating over a not very select litany of imprecations on himself, which, though there was the best possible reason to consider them as true, we shall, as a matter of taste, omit He was startled by the loud and dissonant voice of a man who was apparently dismounting at the doorHe hurried to the window ?By the land! if this yer an?t the nearest, now, to what I?ve heard folks call Providence,? said Haley?I do b?lieve that ar?s Tom LokerStanding by the bar, in the corner of the room, was a brawny, muscular man, full six feet in height, and broad in proportionHe was dressed in a coat of buffalo-skin, made with the hair outward, which gave him a shaggy and fierce appearance, perfectly in keeping with the whole air of his physiognomyIn the head and face every organ and lineament expressive of brutal and unhesitating violence was in a state of the highest possible developmentIndeed, could our readers fancy a bull-dog come unto man?s estate, and walking about in a hat and coat, they would have no unapt idea of the general style and effect of his physiqueHe was accompanied by a travelling companion, in many respects an exact contrast to himselfHe was short and slender, lithe and catlike in his motions, and had a peering, mousing expression about his keen black eyes, with which every feature of his face seemed sharpened into sympathy; his thin, long nose, ran out as if it was eager to bore into the nature of things in general; his sleek, thin, black hair was stuck eagerly forward, and all his motions and evolutions expressed a dry, cautious acutenessThe great man poured out a big tumbler half full of raw spirits, and gulped it down without a wordThe little man stood tiptoe, and putting his head first to one side and then the other, and snuffing considerately in the directions of the various bottles, ordered at last a mint julep, in a thin and quivering voice, and with an air of great circumspectionWhen poured out, he took it and looked at it with a sharp, complacent air, like,a man who thinks he has done about the right thing, and hit the nail on the head, and proceeded to dispose of it in short and well-advised sips ?Wal, now, who?d a thought this yer luck ?ad come to me? Why, Loker, how are ye?? said Haley, coming forward, and extending his hand to the big man ?The devil!? was the civil reply?What brought you here, Haley?? The mousing man, who bore the name of Marks, instantly stopped his sipping, and, poking his head forward, looked shrewdly on the new acquaintance, as a cat sometimes looks at a moving dry leaf, or some other possible object of pursuit ?I say, Tom, this yer?s the luckiest thing in the worldI?m in a devil of a hobble, and you must help me out ?Ugh? aw! like enough!? grunted his complacent acquaintance?A body may be pretty sure of that, when you?re glad to see ?em; something to be made off of ?emWhat?s the blow now?? ?You?ve got a friend here?? said Haley, looking doubtfully at Marks; ?partner, perhaps?? ?Yes, I haveHere, Marks! here?s that ar feller that I was in with in Natchez ?Shall be pleased with his acquaintance,? said Marks, thrusting out a long, thin hand, like a raven?s clawHaley, I believe?? ?The same, sir,? said Haley?And now, gentlemen, seein? as we?ve met so happily, I think I?ll stand up to a small matter of a treat in this here parlorSo, now, old coon,? said he to the man at the bar, ?get us hot water, and sugar, and cigars, and plenty of the real stuff and we?ll have a blow-out Behold, then, the candles lighted, the fire stimulated to the burning point in the grate, and our three worthies seated round a table, well spread with all the accessories to good fellowship enumerated before Haley began a pathetic recital of his peculiar troublesLoker shut up his mouth, and listened to him with gruff and surly attentionMarks, who was anxiously and with much fidgeting compounding a tumbler of punch to his own peculiar taste, occasionally looked up from his employment, and, poking his sharp nose and chin almost into Haley?s face, gave the most earnest heed to the whole narrativeThe conclusion of it appeared to amuse him extremely, for he shook his shoulders and sides in silence, and perked up his thin lips with an air of great internal enjoyment ?So, then, ye?r fairly sewed up, an?t ye?? he said; ?he! he! he! It?s neatly done, too ?This yer young-un business makes lots of trouble in the trade,? said Haley, dolefully ?If we could get a breed of gals that didn?t care, now, for their young uns,? said Marks; ?tell ye, I think ?t would be ?bout the greatest mod?rn improvement I knows on,??and Marks patronized his joke by a quiet introductory sniggle ?Jes so,? said Haley; ?I never couldn?t see into it; young uns is heaps of trouble to ?em; one would think, now, they?d be glad to get clar on ?em; but they arn?tAnd the more trouble a young un is, and the more good for nothing, as a gen?l thing, the tighter they sticks to ?emHaley,? said Marks, ??est pass the hot waterYes, sir, you say ?est what I feel and all?us shop have

Here! I?m a trying to get top o? der hayWal, I puts up my larder dis yer side; ?tan?t no go;?den, cause I don?t try dere no more, but puts my larder right de contrar side, an?t I persistent? I?m persistent in wantin? to get up which ary side my larder is; don?t you see, all on yer?? ?It?s the only thing ye ever was persistent in, Lord knows!? muttered Aunt Chloe, who was getting rather restive; the merriment of the evening being to her somewhat after the Scripture comparison,?like ?vinegar upon nitre ?Yes, indeed!? said Sam, rising, full of supper and glory, for a closing effort?Yes, my feller-citizens and ladies of de other sex in general, I has principles,?I?m proud to ?oon ?em,?they ?s perquisite to dese yer times, and ter all timesI has principles, and I sticks to ?em like forty,?jest anything that I thinks is principle, I goes in to ?t;?I wouldn?t mind if dey burnt me ?live,?I?d walk right up to de stake, I would, and say, here I comes to shed my last blood fur my principles, fur my country, fur de gen?l interests of society ?Well,? said Aunt Chloe, ?one o? yer principles will have to be to get to bed some time tonight, and not be a keepin? everybody up till mornin?; now, every one of you young uns that don?t want to be cracked, had better be scase, mighty sudden ?Niggers! all on yer,? said Sam, waving his palm-leaf with benignity, ?I give yer my blessin?; go to bed now, and be good boys And, with this pathetic benediction, the assembly dispersed Chapter 9 In Which It Appears That a Senator Is But a Man The light of the cheerful fire shone on the rug and carpet of a cosey parlor, and glittered on the sides of the tea-cups and well-brightened tea-pot, as Senator Bird was drawing off his boots, preparatory to inserting his feet in a pair of new handsome slippers, which his wife had been working for him while away on his senatorial tourBird, looking the very picture of delight, was superintending the arrangements of the table, ever and anon mingling admonitory remarks to a number of frolicsome juveniles, who were effervescing in all those modes of untold gambol and mischief that have astonished mothers ever since the flood ?Tom, let the door-knob alone,?there?s a man! Mary! Mary! don?t pull the cat?s tail,?poor pussy! Jim, you mustn?t climb on that table,?no, no!?You don?t know, my dear, what a surprise it is to us all, to see you here tonight!? said she, at last, when she found a space to say something to her husband ?Yes, yes, I thought I?d just make a run down, spend the night, and have a little comfort at homeI?m tired to death, and my head aches!? MrsBird cast a glance at a camphor-bottle, which stood in the half-open closet, and appeared to meditate an approach to it, but her husband interposed ?No, no, Mary, no doctoring! a cup of your good hot tea, and some of our good home living, is what I wantIt?s a tiresome business, this legislating!? And the senator smiled, as if he rather liked the idea of considering himself a sacrifice to his country ?Well,? said his wife, after the business of the tea-table was getting rather slack, ?and what have they been doing in the Senate?? Now, it was a very unusual thing for gentle little MrsBird ever to trouble her head with what was going on in the house of the state, very wisely considering that she had enough to do to mind her ownBird, therefore, opened his eyes in surprise, and said, ?Not very much of importance ?Well; but is it true that they have been passing a law forbidding people to give meat and drink to those poor colored folks that come along? I heard they were talking of some such law, but I didn?t think any Christian legislature would pass it!? ?Why, Mary, you are getting to be a politician, all at once ?No, nonsense! I wouldn?t give a fip for all your politics, generally, but I think this is something downright cruel and unchristianI hope, my dear, no such law has been passed ?There has been a law passed forbidding people to help off the slaves that come over from Kentucky, my dear; so much of that thing has been done by these reckless Abolitionists, that our brethren in Kentucky are very strongly excited, and it seems necessary, and no more than Christian and kind, that something should be done by our state to quiet the excitement ?And what is the law? It don?t forbid us to shelter those poor creatures a night, does it, and to give ?em something comfortable to eat, and a few old clothes, and send them quietly about their business?? ?Why, yes, my dear; that would be aiding and abetting, you knowBird was a timid, blushing little woman, of about four feet in height, and with mild blue eyes, and a peach-blow complexion, and the gentlest, sweetest voice in the world;?as for courage, a moderate-sized cock-turkey had been known to put her to rout at the very first gobble, and a stout house-dog, of moderate capacity, would bring her into subjection merely by a show of his teethHer husband and children were her entire world, and in these she ruled more by entreaty and persuasion than by command or argumentThere was only one thing that was capable of arousing her, and that provocation came in on the side of her unusually gentle and sympathetic nature;?anything in the shape of cruelty would throw her into a passion, which was the more alarming and inexplicable in proportion to the general softness of her natureGenerally the most indulgent and easy to be entreated of all mothers, still her boys had a very reverent remembrance of a most vehement chastisement she once bestowed on them, because she found them leagued with several graceless boys of the neighborhood, stoning a defenceless kitten ?I?ll tell you what,? Master Bill used to say, ?I was scared that timeMother came at me so that I thought she was crazy, and I was whipped and tumbled off to bed, without any supper, before I could get over wondering what had come about; and, after that, I heard mother crying outside the door, which made me feel worse than all the restI?ll tell you what,? he?d say, ?we boys never stoned another kitten!? On the present occasion, MrsBird rose quickly, with very red cheeks, which quite improved her general appearance, and walked up to her husband, with quite a resolute air, and said, in a determined tone, ?Now, John, I want to know if you think such a law as that is right and Christian?? ?You won?t shoot me, now, Mary, if I say I do!? ?I never could have thought it of you, John; you didn?t vote for it?? ?Even so, my fair politician ?You ought to be ashamed, John! Poor, homeless, houseless creatures! It?s a shameful, wicked, abominable law, and I?ll break it, for one, the first time I get a chance; and I hope I shall have a chance, I do! Things have got to a pretty pass, if a woman can?t give a warm supper and a bed to poor, starving creatures, just because they are slaves, and have been abused and oppressed all their lives, poor things!? ?But, Mary, just listen to meYour feelings are all quite right, dear, and interesting, and I love you for them; but, then, dear, we mustn?t suffer our feelings to run away with our judgment; you must consider it?s a matter of private feeling,?there are great public interests involved,?there is such a state of public agitation rising, that we must put aside our private feelings ?Now, John, I don?t know anything about politics, but I can read my Bible; and there I see that I must feed the hungry, clothe the naked, and comfort the desolate; and that Bible I mean to follow ?But in cases where your doing so would involve a great public evil?? ?Obeying God never brings on public evilsIt?s always safest, all round, to do as He bids us ?Now, listen to me, Mary, and I can state to you a very clear argument, to show?? ?O, nonsense, John! you can talk all night, but you wouldn?t do itI put it to you, John,?would you now turn away a poor, shivering, hungry creature from your door, because he was a runaway? Would you, now?? Now, if the truth must be told, our senator had the misfortune to be a man who had a particularly humane and accessible nature, and turning away anybody that was in trouble never had been his forte; and what was worse for him in this particular pinch of the argument was, that his wife knew it, and, of course was making an assault on rather an indefensible pointSo he had recourse to the usual means of gaining time for such cases made and provided; he said ?ahem,? and coughed several times, took out his pocket-handkerchief, and began to wipe his shop glasses

How scanty is our knowledge of the suspected fluorine! Are we sure that we understand the nature of nitrogen? And yet these are amongst our elements Much has been done by Wollaston, Berzelius, Guy-Lussac, Thenard, Thomson, Prout, and others, with regard to the doctrine of definite proportions; but there yet remains the Atomic Theory Is it a representation of the laws of nature, or is it not?"---CHEMISTRY, ENCYC When the present volume was considerably advanced, the public were informed that the late Sir Humphry Davy had commenced a work, having the same title as the present, and that his sentiments were expressed in the language of feeling and of eloquence It is to be hoped that it may be allowed by his friends to convey his opinions to posterity, and that the writings of the philosopher may enable his contemporaries to forget some of the deeds of the President of the Royal Society Whatever may be the fate of that highly interesting document, we may infer his opinions upon this subject from a sentiment expressed in his last work:-- "--But we may in vain search the aristocracy now for philosophers----"There are very few persons who pursue science with true dignity; it is followed more as connected with objects of profit than those of fameDAVY'S CONSOLATIONS IN TRAVEL The last authority which I shall adduce is more valuable, from the varied acquirements of its author, and from the greater detail into which he enters"We have drawn largely, both in the present Essay, and in our article on LIGHT, from the ANNALES DE CHEMIE, and we take this ONLY opportunity distinctly to acknowledge our obligations to that most admirably conducted workUnlike the crude and undigested scientific matter which suffices, (we are ashamed to say it) for the monthly and quarterly amusement of our own countrymen, whatever is admitted into ITS pages, has at least been taken pains with, and, with few exceptions, has sterling meritIndeed, among the original communications which abound in it, there are few which would misbecome the first academical collections; and if any thing could diminish our regret at the long suppression of those noble memoirs, which are destined to adorn future volumes of that of the Institute, it would be the masterly abstracts of them which from time to time appear in the ANNALES, either from the hands of the authors, or from the reports rendered by the committees appointed to examine them; which latter, indeed, are universally models of their kind, and have contributed, perhaps more than any thing, to the high scientific tone of the French SAVANS What author, indeed, but will write his best, when he knows that his work, if it have merit, will immediately be reported on by a committee, who will enter into all its meaning; understand it, however profound: and, not content with MERELY understanding it, pursue the trains of thought to which it leads; place its discoveries and principles in new and unexpected lights; and bring the whole of their knowledge of collateral subjects to bear upon it Nor ought we to omit our acknowledgement to the very valuable Journals of Poggendorff and Schweigger Less exclusively national than their Gallic compeer, they present a picture of the actual progress of physical science throughout Europe Indeed, we have been often astonished to see with what celerity every thing, even moderately valuable in the scientific publications of this country, finds its way into their pages This ought to encourage our men of science They have a larger audience, and a wider sympathy than they are perhaps aware of; and however disheartening the general diffusion of smatterings of a number of subjects, and the almost equally general indifference to profound knowledge in any, among their own countrymen, may be, they may rest assured that not a fact they may discover, nor a good experiment they may make, but is instantly repeated, verified, and commented upon, in Germany, and, we may add too, in Italy We wish the obligation were mutual Here, whole branches of continental discovery are unstudied, and indeed almost unknown, even by name It is in vain to conceal the melancholy truth We are fast dropping behind In mathematics we have long since drawn the rein, and given over a hopeless race In chemistry the case is not much letter Who can tell us any thing of the Sulfo-salts? Who will explain to us the laws of Isomorphism? Nay, who among us has even verified Thenard's experiments on the oxygenated acids,--Oersted's and Berzelius's on the radicals of the earths,--Balard's and Serrulas's on the combinations of Brome,--and a hundred other splendid trains of research in that fascinating science? Nor need we stop here There are, indeed, few sciences which would not furnish matter for similar remark The causes are at once obvious and deep-seated; but this is not the place to discuss them HERSCHEL'S TREATISE ON SOUND, printed in the ENCYCLOPAEDIA METROPOLITANA With such authorities, I need not apprehend much doubt as to the fact of the decline of science in England: how far I may have pointed out some of its causes, must be left to others to decide Many attacks have lately been made on the conduct of various scientific bodies, and of their officers, and severe criticism has been lavished upon some of their productions Newspapers, Magazines, Reviews, and Pamphlets, have all been put in requisition for the purpose Odium has been cast upon some of these for being anonymous If a fact is to be established by testimony, anonymous assertion is of no value; if it can be proved, by evidence to which the public have access, it is of no consequence (for the cause of truth) who produces it A matter of opinion derives weight from the name which is attached to it; but a chain of reasoning is equally conclusive, whoever may be its author Perhaps it would be better for science, that all criticism should be avowed It would certainly have the effect of rendering it more matured, and less severe; but, on the other hand, it would have the evil of frequently repressing it altogether, because there exists amongst the lower ranks of science, a "GENUS IRRITABILE," who are disposed to argue that every criticism is personalIt is clearly the interest of all who fear inquiries, to push this principle as far as possible, whilst those whose sole object is truth, can have no apprehensions from the severest scrutiny There are few circumstances which so strongly distinguish the philosopher, as the calmness with which he can reply to criticisms he may think undeservedly severe I have been led into these reflections, from the circumstance of its having been stated publicly, that I was the author of several of those anonymous writings, which were considered amongst the most severe; and the assertion was the more likely to be credited, from the fact of my having spoken a few words connected with one of those subjects at the last anniversary of the Royal Society [I merely observed that the agreement made with the British Museum for exchanging the Arundel shop MSS