Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1845-10-31
MISCELLANEOUS.
LITTLE Annals RAN BILE.
BIZ NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE.

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tant corner, and little Annie stands on her
fathers door-steps, trying to hear what the
man with the loud voice is tllking about
Let me listen too. Oh! he ia telling the
people that an elephant, and a lion, and a
royal tiger, and a horse with horns, and 9TH
er strange beasts from foreign counties,
have come to town, and will receive all visi-
tors who choose to wait upon them. Per
haps little Annie would like to go. Yes:
and | can see that the pretty child is weary
of this wide and pleasant street, with the
green trees dinging their shade across the
quiet sunshine. and the pavements of the
sidewalks all as clean as if the housemtid
had just swept them with her broom. She
feels that impulse to 90 strolling ~away-that
longing after the mystery Of the great world
which many children feel, and which ] felt
in my childhood.
Little Annie shall tlke a ramble.with me.
See! do but hold out my hand, and, like
some bright bird in the sunny air, with her
blue silk frock flutterinI upwards from her
! white pantalets, she bounding on tip
toe across the street.
Smooth back your brown cunls, Annie;
and let me tie on your bonnet, and we will
set forth. What n strange couple to 90 on
their ramhles together One walks inblack
attire, with a measured step, and a heavy
brow. and his Thoughtful eyes bent down.
while the glad little girl trips lightly along,
rs if she were forced to keep hold of my
hand, lest her feet should dance away from
the earth. Net there is symprthy between
us. If ] pride myself on any thing, it is be-
cause j have a smile that children love; and.
on the other hind, there are few grown la
dies that could entice me from the side of
little Annie: forI delight to let my mind 90
hand in hand with the mind Of a s%inless
child. SO come, Annie; but if | morallze as
we go, do not listen to me, only look about
YOU, and be merry! y
Now we elbow our way among the throng
again. 1t is curious. in the most crowded
part Of a town. tn meet with living creatures
who had their birthplace in some far soil
tude. Int have acquired a second nature in
the wilderness of men. Look up, Annie, at
that canary bird, hanging out of the window
in his cage. Poor little ffllowi His golden
feathers are all t'rnished in this smoky sun
shine; he would have glistpned twice as
brightly among the summer islands; but
still he hrs become y citizen in all his t,stes
and habits, and would not sing half so well
without the urroar that browns his music
What a pity th9t he does not know how mis-
cradle he is! There is a parrot. too, calling
out, Pretty Poll! Pretty Polli' as We pass
by. Foolish bird! to be talking about her
prettlness to strangers, especi liy as she is
not a pretty Poll, though gaudby dressed an
green and yellow. IF she had said pretty
Annie there wotld have been some sense
in it. See that gray squirrel, at the door OF
the frnit-shop, whirling round and round so
merrilv within his wire wheel! Being con-
demne1 to the treidmill he makes il an
amusement. Admirable philosophy!
Here comes a hir, rough dor, a country
mans dog in search of his master; smelling
IT every hody's heels, and touching little
Annie's hand with his cold nose. but hurry
ing away, though she would fain have pat
ted him. Success IN your search. Fidelity!
And there sits a great yellow rat upon a
~indov-sih. a very cmpulent and comfort,-
bic cat, gazing at this transitafy world, wnh
owls eyes, and making pithy
countless. or what may appear such to the
silly beast. Oh, sage puss, make room for
me beside yen, and We will be a pair of phi
losonhers!
Here we see something to remind us of
the town-crier and his ding-dong bell! Look,
look ut that great cloth spread out in the air.
pictured all over with wild beasts, as if they
had met tocethcr To choose a kinr, according
To their custom in the DAYS of Esop, But
they are choosing neither a king nor a pres
ldent; else we should hear a most horrible
snarling. They have come from ,he deem
woods. end the wild mount,ins, and the des,
ert sands, and the polar SHOWS, only 20 do
homage 10 my little Annie. As we enter
among them. the great elephant makes us a
bow. In the best style Of elephantine courte-
sv, bending lowly down his mountain hulk,
with trunk abased and leg thrust out behind!
Annie returns the salute, much to the graft.
fcatTn Of the elephant, who is certlinly the
best bred monster in the caravan. The lion
and the lioness are busy with two beet
bones. The royal tiger, the beautiful, the
nnt,meabie. keeps pacing his narrow cage
with a naughty step, unmindful Of the spec
tstors. or recalling the fierce deeds Of his
former life, when he was wont 10 leap forth
upon such interior animals from the jungles
of Bengal.
Here we see the very same wol-do moi
90 near him, Annie!-the seifsame wolf
that devoured little Red Riding Hood, and
her grandmother. In the next cage, a hyena
from Egypt, who has doubtless howled
around the pyramids, and a black bear from
our own forests, are fellow-prisoners, and
most excellent friends. Are there any two
living creatures who have so few sympathies
that they cannot possibly be friendsl Here
sits a great white bear, whom common Oh.
servers would call a very stupid beast, though
] perceive him TO be only absorbed in cor
temptation; he is thinking of his voyages on
an iceberg, and of his comfortable home in
the vicinity Of the north pole, and Of the lit
tie cubs whom he left rolling in the eternal
snow, In fact, he is q bear of sentiments