Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1846-09-18


their way.
HeMat giUeh 10 he poor, hndch ~ The Lord.
-InaSmuch as ye did IL mol 10 one If The least
Of these my brethren, ye did IL mol ~ me. Ho-
~ words accredited by those who turned a
deaf ear 10 The petition of the shiyering beg
gar girl.
Upwards of two hours did Jane stand, ex-
posed to the t~hickly-falling snow, and suffer-
ing the seyerest p~rivation from the combined
elects Of cold and hunger. And during all
that time, she got angry and even abusive
words, dSprecating looks, and threats of
Brldewell, but not one half penny, not one.
And now the day was so far advanced that
the night would soon close. 1t still showed
ldst-tast. The cold was extreme. As she
hurried along the pavement, she caupht fire..
qnent sights Of glowing fires in CRATES. and
happy people warming themselves thereby,
The cold was in her limbs, and in her heart.
She must hasten home, lest her poor Grand
mother should die with fright, because of her
long absence. Yet once more she ,yorId
beg-yet once more, for her aged relations
sake, she would beg.
A sailor, rather an uncommon personare in
Rookfcld. approached. She raised her hand
in supplication; her pale face streaming with
tonrs, and her supplicating attitude. attracted
the worthy tar's attention. She told her sto-
ry, and the humane seaman drew from his
pocket a lenthern purse, aud placed five sbil-
llugs in her hand spying that he cave il In
her for The sake of his mother, who was an
old woman, and whom he was hurrvinr to
meet, after a long-long absence-if She was
alive. He should have a child ton. he said,
but he thought she was dcad,-he didn't
know.
Oh joy-oh, light-hearted Joy! Hearing
unaccounted blessings upon the head of the
generous son Of Neptune, our happy Jlne set
her face hompward in good earnest. She
WIS on the moor now; bat soaked 10 the skin
by the penetrating snow, and chilled almost
beyond the power of her slight, enfeebled
frame to bear. At every step she took, her
strength grew less and less. The snow fell
now so fast and thick that objects at tri1ing
distance were obscured, and her little feet
sank deeper every instant. Ohio die upon
the lonely moor-how horrible To sit fran
ticalIy down. and as she remembered 10 have
heard 1t told that people had so perishcd-:o
heap the snow around her, and build her a
irightinl tomb Herewith q! Were such to be
her end through the long hours of that bitter
winters night, how would her old g~randmoth-
cr rave in mad despair and call vainly upon
Heaven to aid her darling child.
Thicker and fdster-lhIcker and faster vet.
Nosky, no horizon, no object on which rests
the eye. but all one waste of snow. that made
the eyC-balls ache to look upon. Faster and
faster yet, end feebIcr grew her steps. A
dizziness cine over hcr-a strange sensation
spread around her heart. She could nothCld
out much longer, she felt herself sinking
yet one. more struggle for her young life.
\ chirp as of a little bird, sounded in her
ear. 1t was close beside her-a robin-a
winter robin.
Th moor was, in Summer, particularly
barren, even for a moor. There was not a
tree for a bird to perch upon. Only "A few
shrubs, and they were now hidden by the
snow.
C~hirp-chirp.
1t was only IA simple robin-but God alone
knows how greatly its presence cheered our
Ilttle maiden, battling against the storm on
that shelterless and dreary moor. What tri-
fling circumstances infnse new life into the
Responding breast! The Scotch warrior CLEAN
ed new vigor from watching > spider. Mum
go Park, when resigned to die in the African
desert, beheid the tiny weed lifting its OBJ
scare head to heaven that rncIoselh all the
world, and felt that God, who planted that
humble vegetation there, and did not with
draw from 1t His sustaining hand. but sent
the breeze TO fan it, and the rain to water it
would Succor the child of His own like
ness also; and from that consolinr thought.
there grew such energy, that his limbs re-
celved new strength thereby and he prosecu-
ted his path anew, and arrived safely at the
village he had despaired to reach. And this
little robin-lhiS humble robin. dearly belo-
we'd by tale and fable, and homely rhyme-of
the music OF It's speech, of its ciiyp, chfrp.
.ch'Tp,--Were begotten such resolution and
courage in the heart of the sinking child, that
there was no longer any question of her droo.
ping and dying; but a certainty that she
should behold her grandmother again, and
live. please God, 10 bless Hin in after wears
for preserving her amidst the dangers of that
afternoon.
The robin, too, became her guide. Not
that she could have missed her way, but the
trodden path being hidden by the snow. one
direction, so thatshe did not wander from the
conjectnred track, was as good as anoiher.--
Aud the robin went right onward. hopping
now--now flying, and ever Strengthening her
resolution. And so she found herself. ere
long, at the door OF her grandmother's cot
tage, and then she saw the robin no more,
She related her story to her grandmother
while warming herself at the fire which bla-
zed on the hearth. And oh, what fervent
thanksgiving assembled that night from the
roof TO the Throne of Glory.
The next morning there came a knock at
the cottlge door and when Jane opened it,
who should present himself but the sailor
who had given her five ahillings on the pre-
viOus afternoon. He started with surprise at
seeing Jane, and inquired whether lame Fos-
ter lived there. When Jane replied that she
did, the seam1n gave a cry of joy.
That's Richards voice." exclaimed the
old woman from within. 81 know it is -
God be praised. lie hls sent back my son.''
"My mother! my dear mother!' cried
the sailor, rushing into the cottage.
We pass the scene which followed.
Sand so this is my Jane-my own child"
said the seaman, presently, taking her in his
lap, and kissing her for full five minutes with
out drawing n breath.
"Yes, that is poor Mary's child" said the
grandmother. 1T was her mothers wedding
rinr that she pawned yesterday.''