Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1847-09-03

] can, ana Duy mdteTldlS 70 make Dldcklng,
thought he. al will sleep under the planks
on the wharyes, and live on two pence a day.
l can speak a few words of English. / will
learn more from some of my countrymen who
have been here longer than /. Then, per-
haps, | can sell backing enough to buy
bread and Clothes"
hard with him. Some days he earned no.
thing, and a week Of patient waiting brought
him but one shilling. But his broad face
was SO clean and honest, his manners so re-
s%pectful, and his backing so uncommonly
good, that his customers gradually increased.
One day a gentleman who traded with him
made a mistake, and gave him a shilling in
stead of a ten cent piece. Fritz did not OBJ
serve it at the moment, but the next day,
when the gentleman passed to his counting
house he followed him and touched him on
the arm. The merchant inquired what he
wanted. Fritz showed him the coin, saving,
g Dat not mine" "Neither is it nine"
rejoined the merchant p" what do you show
i: to me forl" The boy replied in his i'm
perfect English, Dat TOO much" A friend
who was with the merchant, addressed him
in German, and the poor emigrant's counte-
nance lighted up as if it had become sudden
ly transparent, and a lamp placed within it.
Heaving a sigh, and b~lushing at his own
emotion, he explained, ia his native tongue,
that he had accidentally taken too much for
his backing the day before. They looked
at him with right friendly glances, and in
quired into his history. He told them his
name and parentage, and how Uncle Helm
rich had attempted to bring him to America,
and had been devoured by a shark on the
way. He said he had not a single friend in
this foreign land, but he meant 10 be honest
and INDUSTRIOUS, and he hoped he should do
well. The gentleman assured him they
should always remember him as Fritz Shil-
ling, and that they would certainly speak Of
him to their friends. He did not understand
the Joke of his name, but he did understand
that they bought all his backing. and that
his customers increased more rapidly after
that interview.
1t would be tedious to follow the emigrant
through all the processes of his gradually
improving fortune. As soon as he could
spare any thing from necessary food and cloth
ing, he went 10 an evening school, where he
learned to read, write and cypher. He be-
came first a shop-boy, then a clerk, and final
ly established a neat grocery store for him
self. Through all these changes he %contin-
ued 10 sell the backing, which arrived at the
honor of p%oetical ad vertisements in the news
pipers, under the name of Schelling's best
Boot Polisher.
But the prosperity thus produced was not
the only result of his acquaintance with old
Father Rudolph. The dropped stitches Of
our life are sometimes taken up again strange
ly, through many intervening loops. One
day, as Fritz was passing through the streets
when he was about sixteen years old, he
stopped and listened inIently (; for he heard
far of the sounds of a popular German bal
lad, which his grandmother and the pedlar
often used to sing together.
Through all the din and rattle Of the streets
he could plainly distinguish the monotonous
minor cadence, which had often brought tears
to his eyes when a boy. He followed the
| tones, and soon came in sight of an old man
and his wife singing the familiar melody
A maiden, apparently somewhat younger
than himself, played a tamboune at intervals.
When he spoke to her in German, her face
kindled, as his own had done, at the first
cound of his native tongue in a STANCE land.
"They call me Roschen," she replied s.
"these are my father and mother. We came
from the ship last night. and we sing for
bread till we can get work to do" The soul
looked simply and kindly through her blue
eyes, and reminded him of sister Gretchen.
Her wooden shoes, short blue petticoat, and
little crimson jacket might seem vulgar to
the fashionable, and picturesque, to the artist ;
but to him it was merely the beloved cos
tune of his native land. Itwarmed his heart
with childish recollections and when they
sang the quaint, sad melody, he seemed to
hear the old brook flow plaintively by, and
see the farewell moonlight on the MILL
Thus began his acquaintance with the maid
en-, who was afterwards his wife, and the
mother of his little Gretchen.
OF these, and all other groups of emigrantS,
for many years, he inquired concerning his
parents and his sister; but could obtain no
tidings. At last a priest in Germany, to
whom he wrote, replied that Gretchen had
died in childhood and that the father and
mother had also recently died. 1t was a
great disappointment to the affectionate heart
of Fritz Schelling for through all his eX-
panding fortunes he had cherished the hope
of returning to them, or bringing them to
share his comfortable home in the New
World. But when he received the mournfui
news, he had Roschen to love, and her pa
rents TO care for, and a little one that twineC
herself round his heart with the fresh flower
garlands every day. l.s|.r -- .
At thirty-iVe he was a happy and pros
porous man. So prosperous that he coulC
afford to live well in the city, and yet built
for himself a snug cottage in the country
1--WE can 90 out every Saturday and return
on Monday" said he to Roschen. cal
have fresh cream, and our W sweet butter
1t will do the children good to roll on tn,
grass, and they shall have a goat 10 plal
with" H.r.
"And, perhaps, by-and-by, we can go Their
to live all the time" rejoined Roschen. 81
is so quiet and pleasant in the country AM
what's the use of being richer than enough. ;
The site chosen for the cottage overlooked
the broad, bright river, where high %palisade
of rock seemed almost like the ruins of al
old castle. Fritz said he would make a flow
er carpet on the rocks, for the goat to brows
upon: and if a stork would only come an,
build a nest on his matched roof. he conl