Harriet Beecher Stowes Uncle Toms Cabin - The Power of Love :: Uncle Toms Cabin

The Power of Love in Uncle Toms Cabin   In Uncle Toms Cabin, Harriet Beecher Stowe supplies the reader with two diametrically opposed characters, the two children, representatives of the two extremes of society. The fair, high-bred child, with her sumptuous head, her deep eyes, her spiritual, noble brow, and prince-like movements and her black, keen, subtle, cringing, yet acute neighbor. They stood representatives of their races. The Saxon, born of ages of cultivation, command, education, physical and moral eminence the Afric, born of oppression, ignorance, toil and vice             The two children, Evangeline and Topsy, teach us a lesson somewhat love. While Evangelines form was the perfection of childish sweetie and there was about her an undulating and aerial grace, the expression of (Topsys) face was an odd kind of shrewdness and cunning and there was something odd and goblin-like about her app auricleance. When no invent of chiding or reproof ever fell on (Evangelines) ear for whatever she chose to do Topsy was whipped with a poker, knocked down with a shovel or tongs, whichever came the handiest. Always dressed in white, Evangeline moved through all sorts of places, without espial a spot or stain while Topsy was dressed in a single filthy, ragged garment, made out of bagging.             Of Evangeline, Miss Ophelia remarked, Well, shes so loving After all, shes no more than Christ-like, and of Topsy, so heathenish. Evangeline told Tom her Christ-like feelings about slavery Ive felt that I would be glad to die, if my dying could bear all this misery. I would die for them, Tom, if I could. The word God, however, is meaningless to Topsy. When asked who her parents are, she responds, I spect I growd. Dont think nobody never made me. A molarity times a day rough voices blessed (Evangeline), and smiles of unwonted softness stole over steadfastly faces, as she passed and when she tripped fearlessly over hard places, rough, sooty hands were stretched involuntarily to save her, and smooth her path. Such was non the case for our mischievous friend Topsy. When Evangeline spoke to Topsy about her habit of steal things, she asked her, Poor Topsy, why need you steal? Youre going to be interpreted good care of, now. Im sure Id rather give you anything of mine, than have you steal it. These were the first word(s) of kindness the child had ever heard in her emotional state and something like a tear shone in (her) keen, round, glittering eye.