I wish you would try to be good, for my sake;--it's only a little while I shall be with you." The round, keen eyes of the black child were overcast with tears;--large, bright drops rolled heavily down, one by one, and fell on the little white hand.

Yes, in that moment, a ray of real belief, a ray of heavenly love, had penetrated the darkness of her heathen soul! She laid her head down between her knees, and wept and sobbed,--while the beautiful child, bending over her, looked like the picture of some bright angel stooping to reclaim a sinner.
"Poor Topsy!" said Eva, "don't you know that Jesus loves all alike?
He is just as willing to love you, as me.

He loves you just as I do,--only more, because he is better.

He will help you to be good; and you can go to Heaven at last, and be an angel forever, just as much as if you were white.

Only think of it, Topsy!--_you_ can be one of those spirits bright, Uncle Tom sings about." "O, dear Miss Eva, dear Miss Eva!" said the child; "I will try, I will try; I never did care nothin' about it before." St.Clare, at this instant, dropped the curtain.