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The Christian Slave
Harriet Beecher Stowe
Boston: Phillips, Sampson, 1855

SCENE XI — -- EVA lying in bed. -- MISS OPHELIA looks out of the door, and sees -- UNCLE TOM lying.


Ophelia.

  Uncle Tom, what alive! have you taken to sleeping everywhere, and anywhere, like a dog? I thought you were one of the orderly sort, and liked to sleep in your bed, in a decent way.


Uncle Tom.

  I do, Miss Feely; but now—— [Pauses.]


Oph.

  Well, what now?


Uncle T.

  We must n't speak loud; Mas'r St. Clare won't hear on 't; but, Miss Feely, you know there must be somebody watchin' for the Bridegroom.


Oph.

  What do you mean, Tom?


Uncle T.

  You know it says in Scripture, "At midnight there was a great cry made, Behold, the Bridegroom cometh!" That 's what I 'm 'spectin' now, every night, Miss Feely; and I could n't sleep out o' hearin', no ways.


Oph.

  Why, Uncle Tom, what makes you think so?


Uncle T.

  Miss Eva, she talks to me. The Lord, he sends his messenger in the soul. I must be thar, Miss Feely; for when that ar blessed child goes into the kingdom, they 'll open the door so wide, we 'll all get a look in at the glory, Miss Feely.


Oph.

  Uncle Tom, did Miss Eva say she felt more unwell than usual to-night?


Uncle T.

  No; but she telled me this morning she was coming nearer; that 's them that tells it to the child, Miss Feely. It 's the angels; "it 's the trumpet-sound afore the break o' day."


Oph.

  Well, Tom, perhaps you had better lie down here by the door, so as to be ready if I should call you.


Uncle T.

  Yes, ma'am.


Oph. [Closes the door and arranges the chamber. Takes the light and walks toward the bed, and examines the countenance of EVA.]

  Ah! indeed! [Sets down the lamp and feels of her pulse.] Is it possible? [Goes to the door.] Tom!


Uncle T. [Without.]

  What, missis?


Oph.

  Go and bring the doctor here, directly; don't lose a minute! [Crosses the chamber and raps.] Augustine! Augustine!


St. C. [Opening.]

  What, cousin? Anything the matter?


Oph.

  Just look at Eva! feel of her hands!


St. C. [Bending over EVA.]

  O, my God!

Enter MARIE.

Mar.

  Augustine—Cousin—What? Why?


St. C.

  Hush! she's dying!

SERVANTS flocking into the room.

Omnes

  O, Miss Eva! O, Miss Eva!


St. C.

  Hush! Eva! Eva! O, if she would only speak once more! Eva! darling!


Oph.

  There! her eyes are opening!


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St. C.

  Do you know me, Eva?


Eva.

  Dear papa! [Throws her arms around his neck, then drops them and struggles, as in a spasm.]


St. C.

  O, God! O, God! this is dreadful! [Wrings TOM'S hand.] O, Tom, my boy, it's killing me!


Uncle T.

  Lord, have mercy!


St. C.

  O, pray that it may be over!


Uncle T.

  O, bless the Lord, it is over—there, look! look at her!


Oph.

  O, what a look!


Servants. [All.]

  O, those eyes! What does she see?


St. C.

  Eva!


Oph.

  She does n't hear you!


St. C.

  O, Eva! Tell us. What is it?


Eva. [Gasping.]

  O! [Looks at her father.] Love! [Raises her hands.] Joy! joy!


St. C.

  She 's gone!

[Falls on the bed. Curtain drops.]