It was not, take my word for it, as Mrs.Stowe describes it, some poor negro "tied to a tree, with a slow fire lit under him." Tom tells Legree "he'd as soon die as not." Indeed, he proposes whipping, starving, burning; saying, "it will only send him sooner where he wants to go." Tom evidently considers himself as too good for this world; and after making these proposals to his master, he is asked, "How are you ?" He answers: "The Lord God has sent his angel, and shut the lion's mouth." Anybody can see that he is laboring under a hallucination, and fancies himself Daniel.

Cassy, however, consoled him after the style of Job's friends, by telling him that his master was going "to hang like a dog at his throat, sucking his blood, bleeding away his life drop by drop." In what an attitude, O Planters of the South, has Mrs.Stowe taken your likenesses! Tom dies at last.

How could such a man die?
Oh! that he would live forever and convert all our Southern slaves.

He did not need any supporting grace on his deathbed.

Hear him--"The Lord may help me, or not help, but I'll hold on to him." I thought a Christian could not hold on to the Lord without help.