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 endorser with two diametric each(prenominal)y opposed characters, the two children, representatives of the two extremes of society. The fair, high-bred child, with her golden head, her tardily eyes, her spiritual, noble brow, and prince- wish well 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 honor the Afric, born of oppression, ignorance, toil and vice             The two children, Evangeline and Topsy, teach us a lesson about love. While Evangelines form was the perfection of childish beauty and in that location was about her an undulating and aerial grace, the expression of (Topsys) face was an odd mixture of acuteness and cunning and there was something odd and goblin-like about her appear ance. When no word of criticize or reproof ever fell on (Evangelines) ear for any(prenominal) she chose to do Topsy was whipped with a poker, knocked down with a shovel or tongs, whichever came the handiest. unendingly dressed in white, Evangeline moved through all sorts of places, without contracting 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 pleasing After all, shes no more than Christ-like, and of Topsy, so heathenish. Evangeline told Tom her Christ-like feelings about slaveholding Ive felt that I would be glad to die, if my dying could stop 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 thousand measure a day rough voices blessed (Evangeline), and smiles of unwo nted softness take over hard faces, as she passed and when she tripped fearlessly over hard places, rough, jet-black hands were stretched involuntarily to save her, and smooth her path. Such was not the theme for our mischievous friend Topsy. When Evangeline spoke to Topsy about her habit of stealing things, she asked her, suffering Topsy, why need you steal? Youre going to be taken profound care of, now. Im sure Id rather give you anything of mine, than have you steal it. These were the initial word(s) of kindness the child had ever heard in her life and something like a tear shone in (her) keen, round, glittering eye.