"We'd serve him so faithful!" said the other. "Do, mas'r, buy us, please!"
"I can't—I can't," said George, with difficulty, motioning them off; "it's impossible!"
The poor fellows looked dejected, and walked off in silence.
"Witness, eternal God," said George, kneeling on the grave of his poor friend—"O, witness that, from this hour, I will do what one man can to drive out this curse of slavery from my land!"
There is no monument to mark the last resting-place of poor Tom. He needs none. His Lord knows where he lies, and will raise him up immortal, to appear with Him when He shall appear in his glory.
LEGREE STRIKING TOM.
But little does that wicked man,
In his angry madness, know,
That God himself will take account
Of each cruel word and blow.