Now I shall die content.' 'You shan't die! you mustn't die, nor think of it.

I've come to buy you and take you home,' said George, and the tears came into his eyes as he bent over poor Uncle Tom.
'Oh, Mas'r George, ye're too late.

The Lord has bought me, and is going to take me home.' [Illustration] 'Oh, don't.

It breaks my heart to think of what you've suffered--lying in this old shed, too.' 'You mustn't, now, tell Chloe, poor soul, how ye found me,' said Tom, taking George by the hand.

'It would seem so dreadful to her.