Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1847-12-17
MISCELLANEOUS.
The Hawthorn BOlgh
OR, THE PHIL0SOPHK or CHEER-
=. FULNESS.
BY MARY GOLDEN CLARKE.

A merry heart goes all the day,
Your sad'tires in IA Shakespeare.
In a small upper room, in one Of those Off
streets in Paddin.ton, where. decent power
ty seems struggling with the dingy sguaior
Of q really poor neighboThood, sat a young
girl Of about fifteen or sixteen years of age,
busily plying her needle at some plain work
from which she ever aud anon cast a cheer
full and 'lovinglook towards an elderly woman
who was seated near her, and in whose face
there was a careworn expression, made more
gIarlngIy conspicuous. by the heavy eyes,
sunken cheeks, drawn lips, and extreme white
ness Of i'll hcaIth.- After a few vain attempts
to return a smile in reply 10 the bright CLAN
ccs of her child, the mother said
:" wish | could be more gay, and make
you a better companion than | do, May, to
cheer you through your task but | can't help
feeling 10 see you sitting there hour after hour,
Stitching away this fine afternoon, instead Of
being out and enjoying the air, or if work
must be done, as loo surely it must-else
how are we TO get bIeadl-still us hard !
must sit hore with my hands before me, do
ing nothing to help you all these long hours,
since six o'clock this morning, when YOU
were mp, like a dearbird as you are, 10 get
me my breakfast, and then sit down and earn
our dinner" %
Mind aud get well and strong soon. dear
mother, and thcn you can work as much as
you like, but till lhcn'be good and sit still,
and help me as you do now, for when YOU
chat to me and amuse me, you help me on
ever so much; and then, " hen You read TO
me this morning some of that lovely STORY
OF a Feather IN the old numbers of Punch,
which neIghbor Johnson lent us, you cannot
think how'you helped me; the needle SEEM
ed 10 fly ="
The mother smiled and sighed. "To lis
ten TO yeu May" she said, ''one would think
1t was rather "A good thing that | should have
had d bad fever, and be unable 10 hold a nee
die, or do anything but talk or read-bu1
you're young and hopeful, and see everything
in a cheerful light, and -r.,'7
"Well' mother, and that's a happy thing,
isn't II! That's one excellent piece of com
tort to think OF to be young aud stiong, and
hDle 10 work Tor you, dear; for you, mother
said she, getting up to kiss the pale face
which frightened as it touched the GLOWING
round cheek Of youth, ~ must steal one mo,
ment to give you ii hug DOW and then, musn'I
!! if IT'S only 10 tell you how happy am ia
have you to work for; not like poor bereay.
ed Patty, the feather-dresser," added She,
with a shade crossing her face, but | have
You, you who have so many a tedious bour
all day and all night ton, for many a lona
year worked aud shaved for me when I wags
a bit Of a child and couId'do nothing to heir
you all that while-eh, mother! all that Will,
You forget that, for a little useless child
motherf"
Her mother smiled-a real smile this tim,
and murmnred, THANK God, | had Won
darling, 10 work for :" ~
"Thars just what ! say-thank God ny,
have each other 10 work for; no one need b,
SO miserable who has somebody to love them
somebody to love, and somebody TO work FOR, ;
and stout-heartcd May, as she trippej bacI
to her needle again, after having drawn he
mothers chair a little nearer 10 the window
that she might amuse herself with lookin,
out into the street. "TeIl me what ven see
as J work, mother, said May, and then i
Will be as good as if were looking out my
self, and betier.'
"Thcre is Charlotte Dickson going on