Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1846-12-18

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sFor nv part I do not intend remaining in
this condition long. ] am tired and sick OF
the treatment ] have been in the habit OF re-
%ceivinp, and | am resolved to make one bold
effort 10 better myself. We are poor, com
paratively speaking, beggars, our exertlons
are but i'll repaid, and what in the name oil
all that's reasonable is the use Of us wasting
our time in this wayP
Don't be foolish, Jim said Manning,
you know we were born poor, ana II we
want money we have got to work and earn IL:
There is but one alternative-toll, toll, toll :!
Cannon 4! nonsense! while other men are
sleeping in their beds, zoe, by a single move
ment can become rich. Ha think OF that
rich >
'As you love me, Jim, do not-do not
speak Of that again. ] am afraid
afraid ! ha ha afraid of whatP
TO become the wicked wretch that you
would make me-
THAT | would make you! No, man; |
would have you rich, happy
Can happiness be purchased by deeds of
crime Can the possession of a few base
coin, for a few short hours, make either of us
wiser or beiterl No, no, jim, rather than a
stain should rest upon my soul, would
sooner be the poorest beggar that walks the
streets of this great city,
Have you any recollection Of your child
hoods days, Manning; of the prlvations and
| sufferings of your parents? Have you any
recollection of your mothers breaking heart,
after that beggarly landlord moved your fur
| niture in the street! Have you any recol-
lection of the oath you made when the pretty
| bIack-eyed girl Tilted you because you were
a poor printer? Ha hu ! | see the old fire
returning to your face; you do r~ecollect it
all the man is rising within YOU
THE demon, you mean, Jim, the demon!
cried Manning, as he arose and clutchod the
arm of his companion. Il feel the devil at
my heart. Jim, oh, save me! save me!
'Pshaw nonsense don't speak so loud,
the boys will hear. You are coming toyour
senses only; you are now beginning to see
all the i'll usage, and insult with which you
have been treated during your life-you are
now Walter Manning
mo stain yet rests upon my name, Jim
my mother, now in heaven, looks upon mel
so did the black-eyed beauty look upon
Walter Manning, the poor printer, and laugh,
ha hal
There, there say no more, Jim; | feel
the divirs grip, tits but one step-peace and
plenty while living, and everlasting misery
when dead
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as this we should be happy. BY earnest So
l|icitation will you consent to become rich,
and make up your mind 10 have nothing to
do with poverty, but think, conssnl-ha ha I!
quite a Joke!
Alas, for poor human nature; the argu-
ments and words Of Jim Howard-thlt was
his name-were too much for him, and Wal
ter Manning did become a ielon. We will
not relate how he was led on, step by step,
until crime became to him a pleasure. We
will not relate how each manly desire, each
noble resolve, Che most obdurate crir n,
has s0as5 T5.ch OF conscienceJ TO -fdTn bacI
again were crushed by the .iend who tempt
ed him to destruction. No, no, we'll turn Il
Walter Manning in prison, for he had beer
arrested for robbing on the highway, trieC
and condemned TO "a felon's cell Oh, thos,
were bitter, bitter moments of mental an
guish, when he thought for the first time o
his abject and miserable condition; of thu
golden opportunities he had let pass by; o
his wickedness Of heart, of his confidence il
villains. The walls of the cold stone Gel
were solemn monitors to him. They remin
ded him of pleasures past, Of happiness new
or again to return. While musing with hi
sad and bitter thoughts, a spirit would whis
per in his ear TO tell him what he was, ant
what he might have been. At such time
tears would drop upon his hands-they wer
tears of pity shed by angels! The long for
COTTON thoughts of former days would RUS
upon his mind-the cruel words he oft ha
spoken thoughtlessly TO his mother, woul
Start up, and like red hot needles, woul
! burn deep, deep, in his brain. Oh, whi
would he have given if he had taken he
good counsel when a boy, and abandoned tn
society of those who were leading him on
crime and misery. His mother had been tn
only friend he had ever known, aud yet no,
lightly when living, did he treat her advic,
$ When free from prison once more, how soc
ho would visit the old church yard, an
there, upon his mothers grave, pray-God
g heaven hear it-pfay for forgiveness! II
T! would water the green grass with his tears
a he would rest there morning, noon and nigh
he would never leave her grave until he hi
washed out every stain that rested upon h
soul. Then, he would be happy again.
Then he could listen to the singing of Il
birds and then he could take his BROTH
man by the hand and not feel the deep ar
damning scar now pressed upon his forehea,
But bark what rafting noise is that? II
the keeper removing the bolts from the do
of his cell. He is felon again his hapT
thoughts have fled, and he looks up into h
m masters face and smiles. He is to wa.
forth to the prison yard, and there toll vii
We and misery. He feels this, and again
scene of his helplessness and desolatiC
rushes upon him. He cannot shake it o
and his thoughts return to crime and reveng
= From day 10 day he tolls in the prison va
with his brother %felons, some old in erin
y while they were boys; he knows the
e minds, he hears their thoughts, and befoI
e the sun has set all the kindly resolves of II
previous evening are banished from hi
e mind. He toiled on thus, day by day, wit
J, no kind words to cheer him up, no happ
: thoughts for the future. At last the time {
5 his Imprisonment, two years, expired, and h
: was on the morrow to be set at liberty. II
] had entered the prison walls with shame an
f disgrace upon his head, and now thu he wa
: to go once more forth into the world, VIII
5 would take him by the hand and WELDON
; him as honest Walter Manningl He sa,
r the faces of men turned against him-he sa,
i them spurn and kick him from their DOORS