| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Uncle Tom's Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe: and wiping her tears, "Mr. Shelby, George Harris is my brother!"
"I am perfectly astonished," said George, pushing back his
chair a pace or two, and looking at Madame de Thoux.
"I was sold to the South when he was a boy," said she. "I was
bought by a good and generous man. He took me with him to the
West Indies, set me free, and married me. It is but lately that
he died; and I was going up to Kentucky, to see if I could find
and redeem my brother."
"I heard him speak of a sister Emily, that was sold South,"
said George.
"Yes, indeed! I am the one," said Madame de Thoux;--"tell
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Yates Pride by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman: charming expressions of gentleness and a dignified good-will and
loving kindness. Their blue eyes beamed love at Eudora, and it
was as if she sat encircled in a soul-ring of affection.
She responded, and her beautiful face glowed with tenderness and
pleasure, and something besides, which was as the light of
victory.
"I am not in the least tired, thank you, dears," she replied.
"Why should I be tired? I am very strong."
Amelia murmured something about such hard work.
"I never thought it would be hard work taking care of a baby,"
replied Eudora, "and especially such a very light baby."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Sesame and Lilies by John Ruskin: invisible, and the gift and grace of it might be to us as snow in
summer and as rain in harvest.
That was the first mystery of life to me. But, while my best energy
was given to the study of painting, I had put collateral effort,
more prudent if less enthusiastic, into that of architecture; and in
this I could not complain of meeting with no sympathy. Among
several personal reasons which caused me to desire that I might give
this, my closing lecture on the subject of art here, in Ireland, one
of the chief was, that in reading it, I should stand near the
beautiful building,--the engineer's school of your college,--which
was the first realization I had the joy to see, of the principles I
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