Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1846-11-27

m,,n,al chorus. By the time that her morn.
ing's milking was over, the spoilt maidens
of The yillago woro only beginning to open
,heir Kitchen vindow-shutters aud she usu-
xiv r,ssod the whole train Of them, loiteripp
oni ,cbaticrino about their sweethearts. on
tbair wav +, i1o lea. rs she returned home.
viii, The rich load up1n her head, and her
arms ryc1 ma proooTly a-kimbo as could be
shown bv The sprirhiliast lass that ever car.
rjed a milkino-1ail. Some little shame was
commonly felt among the |loitercrs as they
passed the exemplary old woman,-but It
dil not result in their reformation. Old Far
mer Muyloa, who was always abroad at day
break. and usually chaucd a few moments
with the dame Just at the point where the
/ io1tpath crossed the bgiIie-way over the lea,
often commented 30 DO very measured terms
on the decline of discipline among milk
maids since the day When he was a lad.
"Ah, dame ~ he used to say, "there has
been sore changes since you and | used to
take a ure around the lalypolc: I'm sure
the world gets laZie5 and laHlst, every day.
"Nby. you sees ueighbog. fashions change"
the old dame would r'P'y-for she ever low
ed TO take the moro charitable side Of aq1rs-
tion-'may be, things may change again,
and folk may take to getting up the earlier,
after a few more yearc are Oycr.'
"i' faith, I've lille hOIG On'i,' the old
farmer would reply. and shake his head. and
smile "bui there's nobody like thee, Dolly,
for taking the kindest side"
"Whv, ncighbor, | always think it the
best" Dorothy would rcioin, with a bonavo-
lent smile; IL never saw things grow better
from harsh words and harsh thinkings, in my
time
And then tho old farmer would smile a.
gain, and say, DWELL, that's just like thee {,
God bless thee, Dolly, and good morning to
thee - and away he would turn Dobbiu's
head. aud proceed on his usual morninp's
ride from field to field.
The work of he. little dairy, added 10 the
care Of humble household, composed of an
inirm and helpless husband, and an equally
inirm maiden sisler.--with all and sundry.a
stout house-dog, two nbbv-cats, and a fruit
| fnl Donltrv-yarj--usuaIlv occupicd Dorothy
Pyecrort through the bus,lino forenoon Of
each day. And when there was no immedi-
ate call upon her skill and beneyoIence A..
monr sick neiohbors--for she was the clev-
crest herb woman in the village. and exer-
cised the knowledre of the healinr art with
out fee, or willing acceptance cen Of thanks
she would sit in her polished hirh-backed
chair. and work through the l~ivelonr after
noon at her sgInning.whcel. drowsinr her
two iuarm companions into a sanitary rest
and io~rretMlness with the humming monot-
Jny Of her labor, but revolving within her
own mind many a usefulau solemn thought,
meanwhile.
Dorothy sat absorbed in ihis. her favorite
employ, one afternoon in autumn, when an
|jtincraut pedlar made his customary call at
the cottage door. Tho DANES mind was 50
deeply involved in the cont,jyance Of one Of
her little plans Of henayolenca, that She did
not recognize the face Of the traveller until
he had addressed her twice.
ANY small wares for children ! any nee
dies, pins, or thimbies r. cried the pedlar,
running through the list Of his articles win
the g%libness OF frequent repetition.
mo Jonah, ! want non9,' replied the
dame, kindly; but, may be you'll a a
horn c. beer. and a crum1 or two o bread
ana cheese
The pedIar assenied, well pleased; and
lowered the pack from his shoulder, and set
down the basket from his heal next, seat
ing himself in a chair without the ccremoni-
al OF asking, and in all the gladstone conf
dence OF welcome.
'Ihank You, thank you, dame he said,
and smdcNed his iip5 with Pia2surabje antIc-
patton as he took the horn OF smiling beer,
and the piece Of bread and cheese from the
DANES hand. =,
sly ou're welcome, Jonah" replied the old
dame, heartily. ''Hayo you walked far to-
day. and what luck have you hadF'
Give come twenty miles, and have never
taken handssl yet, dame,' answered Jonah,
in a melancholy tone.
so poor heat" said Dorothy, very pitt
fully 81 must buy a trining dozen of nee
dies of thee, however, before thou goest. !
fear times are hard, Jonah; hear many and
g]rleyons compiaints,'
Times are harder than ever ] knew them
to be- dame, assure YOU reioined Jonah /;
'and they that have a little money seem most
determined to hold it fast. Sore murmur-
inFS are made about this by. poor folks; but
| don't wonder at It, myself" concluded the
worldly pedlar; ''for, in such sore times as
these there's no knowing when a body may
come TO want; and as the old saying goes,
you know, dame, Charity begins at home!'"
ana Jonah buried his nose in the ale-horn,
thinking he had said something SO wisely
conclusive that IN could not be contrddicted.
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