Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1846-11-06

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Like her mother, she had a very moderate
share of intellect, and an extreme love of pref
~ things. II was a CLEAN in their souls OF
| that intense love of the beautiful; which makes
poets and artists of higher natures, under
more favorable circumstances.
A washer-woman, who lived in the next
room, planted a Morning-Glory seed in a bro
ken teapot; and it bore its first blossom the
day Susan was three years old. The sight
Of it filled her with passionate Joy. She dam
ced and clapped her hands she returned to
it again and again, and remained a long time
STOPPING down, and looking into the very
heart Of The flower. When it closed, she
called out, impatiently, awake up! wake up,
| pretty posy!' When it shrivelled more and
more, she cried aloud, and refused 10 be com
forted. AS successive blossoms opened day
by day, her friendship for the vine increased,
and the conversations she held with it were
sometimes quite poetic, in her small way.
One day, when her mother was hooking up
rags from the dirty cutters of the street, with
the little ones trudging behind her, a gentle
man passed with a large boquet in his hand
Susan's eyes frightened as she exclaimed,
"Oh, nanny, look at the pretty posies J"
The gentleman smiled upon her and said,
''Would you like one, my little girl :" She
eagerly held out her hand, and he gave her "a
flower, saying, ''There's a rose for you. -
"'rhank the gentleman" said her MOTHER
But she was too much occupied 10 attend to
politeness. Her head was full of her pet
Morning-Glory, the first blossom she had
ever looked upon; and she ran to her brother
shouting joyfully, "See my Rosenglory!"-
The gentleman laughed, patted her silky curls,
and said, "You are a little Rosenglory your
self; and / wish you were mine" Jerry,
who was older by two years, was quite charm
ed with the word. "~Rosenglory!". repeated
he; "What a funny name! Nanny, the
gentleman called our Susy a ~Rosenglory."
From that day, it became a %favorite word
in the wretched little household. 1t sounded
there with mournful beauty, like the few gol-
den rays, which at sunset fell aslant the din
| gy walls and the broken crockery. When
the weary mother had washed her basket of
rags, she would bring water for Susan's
hands, and a wooden comb to smooth her hair,
and gazing fondly in that infant face, her only
vision of beauty in a life otherwise all dark
and dreary, she would say, "now kiss your
poor nanny, my little Rosenglory." Even
the miserable father, when his senses were
not Supplied with drink, would take the pref
ty little one on his knee, Irvine her shining
ringlets round his coarse fingers, and sigh
deeply as he said, "Ah, how many a rich man
would be proud to have my little Rosenglory
for his own" But it was brother Jerry who
idolized her most of all. He could not go to
sleep on his little bunch of straw, unless her
curly head was nestled on his bosom. They
trudged the streets together, hand in hand,
and if charity offered them an apple or a slice
of bread, the best half was always reserved
for her. A proud boy was he when he re-
ceived an old tatterdemalion ~rocking-horse
from the son of a gentleman for whom his
father was saving wood. SHOW Rosenglory
shall ride" said he; and when he placed her
on the horse, and watched her swinging back
and forth, his merry shouts of laughter indi-
Gated infinite satisfaction. But these plea
SAINT scenes occurred but seldom. More fire.
| quently they came home late and tired, every
body was hungry and cross, and they were
glad to steal AWAY in silence to their little
bed. When the father was noisy in his in
toxication, the poor boy guarded his darling
with the thoughtfulness of maturer years.
He patiently warded off the random blows,
or received them himself; and if harm acct
dentally came to her, it was affecting to see
his fearful eyes, and hear his grieved whis-
per, "Mammy, he struck R~osenglory!'
Poor child! her young life was opening in
dark and narrow places; though like the vine
in the broken teapot, she caught now and
then a transient CLEAN of sunshine. 1t would
be well if men could spare time from the din
of theological dispute, and the drowsiness of
devotional routine, to reflect whether such
ought 10 be the portion of any of Gods little
ones, in this broad and beautiful earth, which
he created for the good of all.
Many a hungry day, and many a night of
pinching cold, this brother and sister went
struggling through their blighted youth, till
the younger was eight years old. At that Pc
Rod the father died of delirium tremens, and
the mother fell into a consumption, brought
on by constant hardship and unvarying gloom.
The family were removed to the almshouse,
and found it an improvement in their condi-
ton. The coarse food was as good as that
to which they had been accustomed, there
was more air, and a wider scope for the eve
to range in. Blessed with youthful impress
sibiliiy to the bright and Joyous, Jerry and
Susan took more notice of the clear silvery
moon and the host of bright stars, than they
l did of the d%eformity, paleness, and sad looks
I around them. The angels watch over child
. hood, and keep it from understanding the
Q evil that surrounds it, or of retaining the gloom
which Is its shadow, The poor weak mo.
ther was daily wasting away, but they only
q iet mat her tones were more tender, her en-.
more fond. One night, when they
10 were going TO bed, she held them by the hanS
longer than usual. Pie rough hirelinp nurse
felt the eloquence of her sad countenance
he and had not the heart to hurry them away
or No one knew what deep thought, what auo
y ny OF anxious love, was in the soul of the DIV
lg ing one but she gazed earnestly and teal
he fully into their clear young eyes, and said
or with a troubled voice, i" My children trv /
k, be good" She kissed them fervently, an
I'D spoke no more. The next day, their nurs
~ told them their mother was dead. They sa,
IS her body laid in a white pine coffin, and ca
he rled away in a cart, to the burying ground
W the poor. where it was piled upon a hundrt
other nameless collins, in a big hole dug
IN the sandy hill side. She was not missed /
n the jostling crowd but the orphans we
bitterly, for she was all the world to them.
lie In a few days, strangers came to examiI
ne them, with a view to take them into servic
III Jerry was bound to a sea-captain, and Sus.
2 to a grocer's wife, who wanted her to wa
lie upon the children. She was indeed boun,
I'd for Mrs. Andrews was entirely forgetful tn
y anything like freedom or enjoyment mig