Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1847-09-17

mad fallen for six successive hours, and In a
splashy spot, with his head resting on a
stone, he lay down. All the troops passed
on-but one. Robinson remained beside his
broken-down comrade, heard his last prayers,
his last wishes, as in that final hour his
thoughts flew to the home he should behold
no more! The struggle was brief; he call
ed on God and died The weather had
calmed-the sky cleared-the moon broke
forth, and, covered with her light, Robinson
lett the cold remains, with a sad satisfaction
that the poor fellow had laid his burden
down and was at rest.
After the battle Of Corunna, in which Rob-
inson was wounded, he was among those
who contrived to escape TO Portugal, and
there Joined the remnants of regiments which
were afterwards embodied and fought at o.
porto and Talavera.
Martha's life, from the day of her hus-
bands departure, had been one continued
pIaiseworthy struggle against the infrmities
OF her nature and the assaults of fortune.-
By means of industry, frugality, and some
aid from early family connections, she mana
ged to preserve her home undeteriorated, and
to rear her child worthily. Poor Bessie, with
less energy of character and elevation of DUR
pose, sunk into successive stages of deprada-
ton the scarlet fever robbed, or, perhaps il
might better be said, relieved her of her
wretched children, and she was received in
to the workhouse. But even there the re-
deeming power of good at last asserted itself:
her patience and kindness of nature made
her a good nurse, and the blessing of the
very old, the young, and the sick were with
her.
Little Matty Robinson was eleven years
old when the sad news came that her father
had fallen at Talavera. 1t came upon her mo-
ther like a blight. The morning and the
midnight prayer had been breathed for his re-
turn the chief object of her daily toils-her
self-denial-her self-discipline-to build up
happiness for his latter days.
"Oh," she exclaimed, scan it be! Is it
possible that we are to meet no more-that
he will never see what l purposed to make
his home! Have | sorrowed for him-lave
] loved him in vain
Among the motives for resignation presen-
ted to her, was the probability that he might
have returned a wreck, which she could not
have borne to behold.
"No, no !" she said slame, blind, a beg
gar, he would be welcome to me-dearer to
me than in his brightest days"
Beautifully is it said, "Weeping may en-.
dure for night, but Joy cometh in the morn
ing" and truly that, 'the darkest hour is
just before dawn" Even while Martha's
passionate words were being uttered, a bro
ken-down and disbanded soldier was making
towards the town; and before the morning
had ripened 10 mid day, George Robinson
was once more in his bridal home-had
clasped to his heart the wife of his first aE-
fection-wept with proud joy over his child.
The moral of our sketch is sufficiently ev-
ident, we are all unapt to place a sufficient
value on the good in possession, or sufficient
ly to use or economist the means of happi-
ness. Did we look into ourselves and our
portion, each would find much lying DOR
mant that might be available for enjoying
and dispensing good to none does this re-
mark apply more than to wives and mothers.
The woman who holds in her own right,
moral worth, gentleness, and kindness, is an
heiress endowed by God hers is the holy
power to sustain the good man, restrain the
abberating, and reclaim the bad. AS a MO-
THEIR, who may place limits TO her power, OF
to the range which the spirit of good which
she implants may take! ''The life of every
being is the well spring of a stream. whose
small beginnings are indeed plain to all, but
whose Interior course or destination, as it
winds through the expanse of infinite years,
only the Omniscient can discern"