Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1847-07-09

of Iurpin and Sheppard crowded upon him
and what greater glory would it be for him
if he could escape! lie, a boy, to do this
He to be sung in ballads; to be talked of,
huzzacd, and held up for high example, long
after he should be dead-passed forever from
the world 7 The proud thought glowed with
in him made his heart heave, aud his eyes
sparkle. And then he looked about his cell,
and the utter hopelessness Of the thought fell
upon him, whitening his heart. Yet again
aud again-allhough to be crushed with new
despair-he gazed about him, dreaming Of
liberty without that wall Of flint. And thus
his waking hours passed and thus, in the
visions Of the night, his spirit busted itself
in hopeful vanity.
The Tuesday morning came, and again,
the clergyman visited the prisoner. The boy
looked paler, thinner-no more. There was
no Stiffness in his eyes, no appealing glance
Of hope: but a fixed and stubborn look of in
1uiry. ale didn't know nothing Of what
the parson had to say, and he didn't want TO
be bothered. 1t was all CANNON" These
were the words Of the boy lelon, then-such
was the humanity of the law poor law
what a long homage Of discretion has it pas
sed then within days span Of the grave.
AS the hour Of death approached, the cler-
gyman became more assiduous, %tervent, nay
passionate in his appeals 10 the prisoner /;
who still strengthened himself in opposition
to his pastor. My dear boy; my poor child;
miserable, helpless creature THE grave is
open before you-the sky is opening above
you Die without repentance, and you
will pass into the grave, and never-nevcr
know immortal blessings! Your soul will
~perish--perish as | have told you-in fire, in
fire eternal ~
st. Giles swayed his head to and fro, and
with a sneer asked, whats the good O. all
this Haven't you told me SO, Mister, agin
and agin? !"
The ordinary groaned almost in despair,
yet still renewed his task. ''The heavens,
| tell you, are opening for you repent, my
child repent, poor boy, and you will he an
immortal spirit, welcomed by millions Of an
gels"
ST. Giles looked with bitter incredibly at
his spiritual teacher. Swell, if all that's
true" he said, ait isn't so hard to be hang
ed, arter all. But | don't think the nobs like
me so well, as to send me TO SIGH a place as
that"
"Nay, my poor boy" said the ordinary.
''you will not, can not understand me, until
you pray. Now, kHeel, my dear child, kneel
and let us pray together Saying this, the
ordinary fell upon his knees but ST. Giles,
folding his arms, so planted himself as TO
make tirmer root of the ground and so he
stood with moody, determined looks, whilst
the clergyman-touched more than was his
wont-ponred forth a passionate prayer that
the heart of the young sinner might be sof-
tened that 1t might be turned from stone in
to flesh, and become a grateful sacrifice to the
throne of God. And whilst this prayer, in
deep and solemn tones, rose from the prison
cell, he for whom the prayer was formed,
seemed to grow harder, more obdurate, with
every syllable. Still he refused to bend his
knee at the supplication of the clergyman,
but stood cycling him with a mingled look of
incredibly, defiance. and contempt. "God
help you poor lost lamb ~ cried the ordin-
airy, as he rose.
"Now, | hope we shall have no more o.
that" was the only answer of ST. Giles.
The ordinary was about 10 quit the cell,
when the door was opened, aud the govern.
or of the Jail, attended by the head turnkey,
entered. "My dear sir, ] am glad to find
you hefe"-said the governor to the ordina-
ry. 81 have a pleasing duty to perform a
duty that ] know it will delight you to wit
ness" The ordinary glanced at a paper
held by the governors; his eyes frightened
and cIasping his hands, he fervently uttered,
'Thank God !"
The governor then turned to st. Giles,
who suddenly looked anxious and restless.
"Prisoner," he said, sit is my happiness to
inform you that his gracious majesty has
been merclinlly pleased to spare your life
\ on will not suffer with the unfortunate mer
Tomorrow. You understand me, boy"--fol
81. Giles looked ST Gdcnly superiority r
understand me, that the good king, whom
you should ever pray for, has, in the hope
that you will turn from the wickedness O
your ways, determined to spare your life 3
You will be sent out of this country :; and
time given you that, if you properly use, vii
make you a good and honest man."
st. Giles male no answer, but trembleC
violently from head TO foot. Then lis face
flushed red as flame. and covering it with hij
hands, he fell upon his knees; and the teari
ran streaming through his fingers. PRAY
with me; pray for mel" he cried, in "A bro
ken voice, to the ordinary.
And the ordinary knelt, and rendered uI
Stumble and hearty thanks" for the mercy
of the king!
We will not linger in the prison; St
Giles was destined for Botany Bay. Mr.
Capslick was delighted, in his own way
that the ends Of justice would be satisfied
and whilst he reioiced with the triumph o
justice, he did not forget the evil doer 70
ST. Giles received a packet from the mutfi
maker containing sundry little comforts 70
his voyage.
1--WE shall never see him again, Jem,'
said Mrs. Aniseed, as she left Newgat
weeping; having taken her farewell of tn
young transport. "He's gone forever iron
u.s."
"Not he," said Bright Jem; we shall Sc
him again another Teller quite-a true mar
yet Pm sure of it,"
Whether Bright Jem was a true proPhe
will in due season be discovered by the pa
tent reader of the next chapters.
TRUE.-There is no such thing as MOI
education. Every human being is educated
, that is TO say every human being derive