And why should one drop in the ocean flood
Be better than its brother? No, my masters!
It is a blasphemy to say Heaven formed
The race, a few as men, the rest as reptiles."
The wretched hut of the lonely widow Cade is shown. She soliloquizes,—
"A heavy lot and hopeless!
Stricken with years and sorrow, and bowed down
Beneath the fierce frown of offended power!
The poor have no friends but the poor; the rich—
Heaven's stewards upon earth—rob us of that