Wisconsin herald, and Grant County advertiser. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1844-1845, 1845-03-29

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Nov, gentlemen said Will Fern,
holding out his hands and flushing for
an instant in his haggard face. See
how your laws are made to trap and
hunt us wnen we're brought to this. ]
tries to live elsewhere. And I'm a
vagabond. To Jail with him. comes
back here. ] goes nutting in your
woods, and brcaks-who don't
Timber branch or two. To Jail with
him. One ofycur keepers sees me in
the broad day, near my own patch or
garden with gun. To Jail with him !!
| eats rotten apple or turnip. To
Jail with him! Its twenty miles a.
way, and coming back lbegs trihc on
the road. To Jail with him! At last,
the constable, the keeper, body
finds me any where, doing any thing.
To Jail with him, for he's a vagrant,
and a jail.bird known; and Jail is the
only name he's got
The Alderman nodded sagaciously,
as who should say a very good home
too!
DO ] say this to serve my cause 2
cried Fern. WHO can give me back
my liberty. who can give me back my
good name? Who can give me back
my innocent niece Not all tho ladies
in wide England. But gentlemen,
gentlemen, dealing with others like
ne, begin at the right end Give us
in mercy better homes when we are
lying in our craa!cs;give us better food
when we are working for our lives +;
give US kind laws when we are going
wrong, and don't set Jail, Jail, Jail,
afore us wherever we turn. There
amt a condescension that you can show
the laborcr then, that he wouldn't take
as ready and grateful as man can be;
for he has patient, peaceful, willing
heart. But you must put his rightful
spirit in him first; for whether he's a
wreck, a ruin, such as me, or like one
Of them that stand here now, his spirit
is divided from you at this time. Bring
it back, gentle folks, bring it bnck!--
afore the day comes when even bis bi.
bic changes in lis altered mind, and
the words seem to read, as they have
sometimes seemed in my own eyes
in Jail; Whittier thou goest | cannot
go; where thou lodgcst cannot lodge
thy people are not my people, nor tn,
God my Cod
A sudden stir and agitation took
place in the hall. Trotty thought a,
first, that several had risen to eject the
man; and hence this change in its ap
pearancc. But another moment show.
cd him that the room and all the com
pany had vanished from his sight, and
that his daughter was again before
J him seated at her work. But in &
poorer and mcaner garnet than before
and without the lovely little Lillian b,
r her side.
The frame mt which she had work
r ed, was put away upon shelf covcre'
: up. The chair in which she bad set
! was turned up against the wall. 4
history was written in these little thing
. and in these little things, and in Meg
, griefworn face. Oh who could fai
, TO read it!
: Meg strained her eyes upon he
work. until it was too dark to see th'
, threads; and when night closed in, sh'
, lighted her feeble candle, and worked
on. Still her old father va, invisibl,
: about her; looking down upon her
how dearly loving hcr!-and talking
to her in "A tender voice about the ole
: times, and the Bells. Though he knew
poor Trotty, he knew she could moi
r hear him.
A great part Of the evening hat
: worn away, when n knock came at The
: door. She opened it. A man was OF
; the Threshold A slouching, moody
/, drunken slovcn; wasted BY intcmper
ance and vice; and with his mattec
hair and unshorn beard in wild di.or
der; hut some traces on him too. o
/ having been man Of good proportion
r and good features in his youthful days
lie stopped till he had hor leave te
: enter; and she retiring pace or two
from the open door, silently and sor
roafuIIy looked upon him. Trott,
/ had his wish. lie saw Richard.
] May ] come in, Margarie p
;, yes! Come in, Come inp
1t was well that Trotty knew hin
before he spoke; for with any doubt
remaining on his mind, the harsh dis