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THIS LITTLE WORK

IS DESIGNED TO ADAPT

MRS. STOWE'S TOUCHING NARRATIVE

TO THE UNDERSTANDINGS OF THE YOUNGEST READERS

AND TO FOSTER IN THEIR HEARTS

A GENEROUS SYMPATHY FOR THE

WRONGED NEGRO RACE OF AMERICA.


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The purpose of the Editor of this little Work, has been to adapt it for thejuvenile family circle. The verses have accordingly been written by theAuthoress for the capacity of the youngest readers, and have been printed in alarge bold type. The prose parts of the book, which are well suited for beingread aloud in the family circle, are printed in a smaller type, and it is presumedthat in these our younger friends will claim the assistance of their older brothersor sisters, or appeal to the ready aid of their mamma.

January, 1853.



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Cover

Pictures and Stories

From

UNCLE TOM'S
CABIN.



Published by John P. Jewett & Co., Boston.


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UNCLE TOM'S
PICTURE BOOK.


THE SALE OF LITTLE HARRY.

Come read my book good boys and girls
That live on freedom's ground,
With pleasant homes, and parents dear,
And blithesome playmates round;
And you will learn a woeful tale,
Which a good woman told,
About the poor black negro race,
How they are bought and sold.

Within our own America
Where these bad deeds are done,
A father and a mother lived
Who had a little son;
As slaves, they worked for two rich men,
Whose fields were fair and wide—
But Harry was their only joy,
They had no child beside.

Now Harry's hair was thick with curls
And softly bright his eyes,
And he could play such funny tricks
And look so wondrous wise,
That all about the rich man's house
Were pleased to see him play,
Till a wicked trader buying slaves
Came there one winter day.

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THE SALE OF LITTLE HARRY.THE SALE OF LITTLE HARRY.
Oh children dear, 'twas sad to hear,
That for the trader's gold,
To that hard-hearted evil man
Her own sweet boy was sold.

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The trader and the rich man sat
Together, at their wine,
When in poor simple Harry slipped
In hopes of something fine.
He shewed them how the dandy danced,
And how old Cudjoe walked,
Till loud they laughed and gave him grapes,
And then in whispers talked.

The young child knew not what they said,
But at the open door
Eliza, his poor mother, stood,...

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