You ought to educate your slaves, and treat them like reasonable creatures,--like immortal creatures, that you've got to stand before the bar of God with.
That's my mind," said the good lady, breaking suddenly out with a tide of zeal that had been gaining strength in her mind all the morning.
"O! come, come," said St.Clare, getting up quickly; "what do you know about us ?" And he sat down to the piano, and rattled a lively piece of music.

St.Clare had a decided genius for music.

His touch was brilliant and firm, and his fingers flew over the keys with a rapid and bird-like motion, airy, and yet decided.

He played piece after piece, like a man who is trying to play himself into a good humor.

After pushing the music aside, he rose up, and said, gayly, "Well, now, cousin, you've given us a good talk and done your duty; on the whole, I think the better of you for it.