Samantha at the World's Fair by Marietta Holley
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When Charity (a good creeter, too, Charity is) but when she would step
aside and let Justice and True Wisdom go ahead for a spell-- When co-operative business would equalize wealth to a greater degree--when the government would control the great enterprises, needed by all, but addin' riches to but few--when comfort would nourish self-respect, and starved vice retreat before the dawnin' light of happiness. Had she been older she might have babbled of all this as she lay there, a victim of wrong inflicted on the low--a martyr to the folly of the rich, and their injustice toward the poor. But as it wuz, she talked only with her little fever-parched lips of the lovely, cool garden. Oh, they wuz wild dreams, flittin', flittin', in little vague, tangled idees through the childish brain! But the talk wuz always about the green, beautiful garden, and the crowds of little children walkin' there. And on the seventh day (that wuz after Elnathan got there, and me and Josiah, bein' telegrafted to)-- On the seventh day she begun to talk about a Form she saw a-walkin' in the garden--a Presence beautiful and divine, we thought from her words. He smiled as he saw the happiness of the children. He smiled upon her, he wuz reachin' out his arms to her. |
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