Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1846-11-20

fry his streaming eyes, with a glance that
child the sonorous metal for its mirth, and
slowly continuing his progress passing along
the Old Barley, stood presently upon the
pavement of Ludgate hill.
'Come, young thief cried. a surly police
man, tramp off, no lettering on my beat
The boy eyed doggedly the guardian of
the night-thrust his hands into his pockets
--mado a faint whistling, and dragged him
self onward to Blackfriars Bridge.
Few persons were abroad here and there
some drunken roysterer stumbled through the
streets. Occasionally, one man paused to
exchange the new years greetings with an
other; and somehow it happened there were
fewer dark passions abroad, fewer evil refec-
tons counting the midnight solitude, than
upon any other night in the year.
The boy staggered forward. lie was on
the bridge. Down in the deep wafer shone
the glare OF numerous lights, and bulky crea-
lures loomed through the partial gloom like
living monsters indcsctibible in form. unde-
Unable even in outline. These, 10 daylight.
would have been bargeS--hoating blanks
some sort of craft ~ r-st--bHt i.p uurky
indistlnctnes4 that n..'. 100. .avt1ulsn la1es
they seemed, |,in. upon the threshold of
or l.'sl ere lIgft wis 6. Summoned ,1
/ chase away o.. rHH.. a.r.rass.
The Die" staggered onward.
AZ the foot o., One bridge on the >.na
side he encountered % girl, who like hiW.a
was uouseless and f-ieEdiess. He saw llHt
she was intoxicated before she addressed
him. She was about twenty years OF acre.
and might have rivaled in beauty the proud
est belle of England, bat for the life she had
led, which had imprinted its d~efacing marks
..-- - g.t,r.. Oh, $40, I,uI,... .,.II
even in her rags and dirt, and drunkenness.
Seizing the boy by the collar, she asked him
what food he had tasted since the wind
howled on the previous night
lie answered, and truly, None
Il have,' she cried exultingly. Il 'ticed a
child down a turnin', and stole a bit % bread
am butter he was eatin'. Oh, 1t was 50
good =
IS help me- the boy exclaimed, 'I've
only had a bit Of orange peel that ] picked
up this morning.
Il think | see you at the beak's Office in
Mobbro' marlborough street 'lother day,
didh't 2 said the girl, when that young
bIoke was sent to the jug for p]rigging the
cully's wipe
Yes replied the boy, 'he wur my broth
err
'Wur he now? Was it his first visit to
the beak's.'
No he's been had up three times ~afore--
but he got of oncr.'
Hell 90 over the h~erring-pond, this time.
any how
Il knows he will,'-and the boy burst A.
fresh into tears.
Hang Il don't cry exclaimed the girl Il
had il sister Jagged tor fourteen stretch (tans-
ported for fourteen years. and | never handl-
ed the pump, (shed iedrs) though ] went to
Coolidge to see her the day before she sailed.
The boy was suddenly overcome with
Ii his companion had not caught
and supported him he would have fallen
down in a swoon as genuine as was ever
witnessed at Almacks. The girl became
terrified as she saw by the light OF a neigh
boring lamp how pale his face had grown
Pale, indeed for deprivation of every kind
had reduced him 10 a skeleton, and the blood
that flows so tenderly Il rough aristocratical
veins, scarcely circulated through his pauper
frame.
There came by while the girl thus supper
ted the swooning boy, an individual com
pletely in black, save the white kerchief that
embraced his neck. lie wore no SHIRT col
lar. lie walked erect, with hls glance dl-
rectcd upwards, as IL he sought commune
with the clouds, for the stars did not appear
that night. 80 Pefseveringly dln he direct
his gaze towards me I[n'allleht' tlat he
would have passed and' oil course unconscI-
ously' the Maglaien' supporting with her en-
leeDled arms me noy 'a'nuhg, perhaps dying,
through ''e Woilu > neglect 'au not a gust
oil wlnu sweeping over 'he nfluge carried
WIN 1t the nat OF the uPward-gazlng man
anu thua 'euuoeu W" y ',e instant heceSsl-
y VI "rn NV ~ yes anu hIs "hole atten-