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

ways pTdlslng thls DIacklnB, ana one day ne
said, al never told any one the secret of
making it; but if you are a good boy, Fritz,
| will show you how it is DONE" The child
could not otherwise than respect what had
procured such a wonderful clock, and when
he fell asleep that night, there floated through
his mind underlined visions of being able,
some time or other, to purchase such a conf
cal machine for himself. This seemed a
very unimportant incident of his childhood,
but it was the introduction of a thread that
re-appeared again in his web of life.
Fritz passed at the old mill four years Of
health, happiness and hard labor. For three
wears Father Rudolph was an unfailing source
of entertainment Alternately with his COM
ic old songs, and wild legends Of fairies and
goblins, he impaired much Of a travellers
discursiye observation and thorough practical
knowledge concerning the glossy jet black
inp. AT last he fell asleep, and the boy heard
that %leasant old voice no more, eXceptin the
echoing caves of memory. The good grand
mother survived the companion of her youth
only a few months. The ancient ballads she
used 10 Groom at her spinning-wheel, had
caught something Of the monotonous flow Of
water, which forever accompanied them
and Fritz, as he passed up and down from
the Mill 10 the brook, missed the quaint old
melodies, as he would have missed the leaves,
the chipping Of crickets, or any other dear ia
miliar old sound. He missed, too, her kind,
motherly ways, and the little comforts with
which her care supplied him. With the ex-
ception Of his rough, but kind-hearted uncle,
he was now alone in the world. He had
visited Rudesheim but once, and had then
greatly amused Gretchen with his limitations
of The crazy clock. But his parents had
since removed to a remote district, and he
knew not when he should see dear Gretchen
again. As none Of them could read or write,
there came no tidings TO cheer the long years
of separation. How his heart yearned at
times for the good old mother and the joyous
little sister!
But when Uncle Heinrich announced his
intention of removing TO America, the pros
pect of new adventures, and the youthful
tendency to look on the bright side of things,
overbalanced the pain of parting from father
land. 1t is true, the last night he slept at
the old mill the moonlight had a farewell
sadness in its glance; and the little stream
murmured more plaintively as it flowed
Fritz thought perhaps they knew he was go
ing away. They certainly seemed to sigh
forth, We shall see thee no more, thou
bright, strong child. We remain, but thou
art passing away"
When the emigrants came to the seaport,
everything was new and exciting 10 the ju-
venile mind Of Fritz. The ships ont in the
harbor looked like great white birds, sailing
through the air. How pleasant it must be
thus to glide over the wide water! But be-
tween a ship in the distance, and the ship we
are in, there exists the usual difference be-
tween the ideal and the actual. There was
little romance in the crowded cabin, with
hundreds of poor emigrants eating, drinking,
and smoking, amid the odor of bilge-water
and dreadful nausea OF the sea. Fritz longed
for the pure atmosphere and fresh-fowing
brook at the mill. However, there was al
ways America in prospect, painted to his
Imagination like Islands of the Blesr. I'm
Gle Heinrich said he should grow rich there,
and a fairy whispered in his ear that he him
self might one day possess a Copenhagen
clock, bright and new, that would play its
tunes decently and in order. "No, no." said
Fritz to the fairy, 81 had rather buy Father
Rudolph's clock, it was such a funny old
thing" "Very WE'LL" replied the fairy,
"be diligent and saving, and perhaps ] will
one day bring Father Rudolph's clock to
crow and sputter to thee in the New World"
But these golden dreams of the future re-
ceived a sad check. One day there was a
cry Cf "a man overheard " 1t occasioned
the more terror because a shark had been fol-
lowing the wake of the vessel for several
days. Boats were lowered instantly, but a
crimson tinge on the water showed that their
efforts were useless. 1t was not till some
minutes after the confusion had subsidized,
that Fritz perceived his Uncle Heinrich was
missing. Terrible had been that crimson
tinge on the water but now, when he knew
it was the life blood of his last, his only friend,
it made him faint and dizzy, as if itwere flow
ing from his own veins.
Uncle Heinrich's hard earned savings were
fastened within the belt he wore; and a bun
die Of coarse clothes, with a few tools were
all that remained of his worldly possessions.
The captain had compassion on the desolate
child, End charged nothing for his passage or
his food. When the vessel came within
sight of port, the passengers, though most
Of them poor, raised a small fund for him by
contribution. But who can describe the ut
ter loneliness OF the emigrant boy when he
parted from his ship companions, and wan
dered through the crowded streets of New
York, without meeting a single face he had
ever seen before! Lights shone in cheerful
easements, where families supped together
out MS Boou-HedI'eu molneT, and his deal
little blue-eyed Gretchen, where were they Z!
Oh, 1t was very sad 10 be so entirely alone,
in such a wide, wide world Sometimes he
saw a boy turn round to stare at his oueel
cap and outlandish frock, but he could moi
understand what they said. when they SUM
out, "There goes what they call a fyinG
Duichman." Day after day he tried for work
but could obtain none. His funds were run.
ming very low, and his heart was extremely
heavy. AS he stood leaning against a post
one day, a goat walked slowly towards him
from a neighboring court; how his heartleapeC
!, up to greet her! With her came back image,
OF the castle on The Rhine, the blooming Ter
race, his kind father, his blessed mother, anc
his darling little sister. He patted the goat,
head and kissed her, and looked deep int,
, her eyes, as he lad done with the companior
of his boyhood. A stranger came to lead III,