The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1847-07-08
From the Syracuse Star.
Sewing Girls.

sewing STIS ECl gupu Observation-Disclosures Nutt'
So they do, Miss Kate, but they oftener die
ef broken hearts, or consumption, as it is call
ed. Let me tell you the story of pretty lit
tic dress maker that l knew years ago, and
who lived in the village where | was born.
She was, when first saw her, delicate
girl of sixteen. Her eyes and hair were dark
as night her cheek revealed the rose bud,
and her lips were full and red. Indeed, she
was very beautiful, and many a proud and
high born girl envied the village dress max
err
The young gentlemen we're bold in their
expressions Of admiration stared at her when
she modcstly entered the country church, and
were otlicious in their attentions to her, when
none of the aristocracy were near. They
were the sons and brothers of her employers,
so she quietly listened to their tattery and
received their attentions; but none reached
her heart.
At last Ct know not how it came about she
loved-loycd one too who was all unworthy.
She had never read of mans trcachery, in
novels never heard Of it in real life and
when James IL called her his sweet
love-" and told her how dear she was to his
heart, she believed him, and loved him with
all the depth and fondness Of a pure young
heart.
One Saturday evening, as Mary sat hum
ming tune, and cleertully finishing dress
for lady, her lover entered the room. She
enilingly welcomed him. and with q sweet
happy voice she said:
You will excuse me if do not put aside
my work, will you not for the dress must be
finished in an hour"
Oh, yes" said he, (and he drew his chair
close to her side) but dear Mary,do not take
any more sewing. do not love to have YOU
dim your bright eyes with work. Come live
with me, let me take care of YOU" His voice
grew husky and he hesitated moment, as if
ashamed Of his own baseness then he said,
s. You know cannot marry you. My father
would disown me if l did but cannot live
without you, sweet one" and he threw his
arm about her slender waist.
The poor girl shrunk away, as if from the
touch of a deadly serpent, Her cheek blanch-
ed, her eyes were wild land for few moments
she was SPECIFICS. Then, with words of
scorn, (may they ring in his dying ear) she
babe him leave her forever.
How those few words of his had changed
the appearance of the world to that young
girl. Before he came in, she was cheerful
and happy; the world about her was bright
and beautful-the future full ofhope and joy.
Only few moments had passed away; she
sat in the same room; the unfinished work
was still in her lap; but her heart was now
broken and desolate. The world had sudden
~ grown hateful and the darkness and gloom
Of night shrouded her future.
She sat motionless in the chair where he
had left her, until she was aroused by knock
at the door. She opened it, ard a servant
enquired if Mrs. lis dress was DONE
No" said Mary, (and she was startled at
the change in her own voice. 81 have not
half an hour"
The servant turned away, and Mary was
again alone. There were no tears in her eyes
and she took up the dress and mechanically
commenced sewing, but in few moments the
same servant returned and said:
II told Mrs. L how pale and sick
you looked, and she says yon must not finish
the dress to night; she does not wish to wear
it tomorrow There is a basket Of fruit she
sent you"
Mary sunk down in a chair; the kindness
had touched her heart, and tears, wholesome
tears, burst from her eyes.
Days and weeks passed on. Those who
employed Mary noticed that her step grew
languid, and that the song with which she
used to beguile her hours Of toll, was hushed
but no one knew the cause.
Her health gradually failed. One after
noon, while her head was resting on the bo-
som of the kind hearted Mrs. L., word
came that James II begged earnestly
to see her. The name had power even then
to rouse her from her lethargy, and slight
flush came into her check, as she softly whis-
pered:
"Tell him am dying, that forgive him,
but cannot indeed, | cannot see him."
Mary died that night. In the quiet church
yard of C she lies buried, and the sigh
ing of the wind through the lone willow near
her grave, is her only requiem.
INSECT SLAVERY. The most remarkable
fact connected with the history of ants is the
propensity possessed by certain species to kid
nap the workers of other species and compel
them TO labor for the benefit of the commune
ty, thus using them completely as slaves and
as far as we yet know, the kidnappers are red
or pale-colored ants, and the slaves, like the
il-treated ma ives of Africa, are of jet black.
The time for capturing slaves extends over a
period of about ten weeks, and never COM
mences until the male and female are about
emerging from the pupa state and thus the
ruthless marauders never interfere with the
continuation ofthe Species This insect seems
specially provided; for were the slave-ants
created for no other end than to fill the sta
tion of slavery to which they appear to be
doomed, still, even that office must fail were
the attacks to be made on their nests before
the winged myrads have departed or are de-
parting, charged with the duty of continuing
their kind. When the red ants are about to
sally forth on a marauding expedition they
send scouts to ascertain the exact position in
which colony of negroes may be found -
These scouts having discovered the object of
their search, return to the nest and report
their success
Shortly afterwards the army of red ants
marches forth, headed by vanguard, which
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