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

lhlS Is the tile oil a recent WORK by Doug
lass Jerrold, which is designed 10 create a
sympathy for those whose infant tongues
were never taught to lisp the name of virtue,
and whose after lives did credit 10 their ear
ly teachings.
We have not seen the work, but Judging
of its merits by the following extract, We can
but think it will do good.
CHAPTER Y.
And young ST. Giles lay in Newgate, sink
ing, whitening, under sentence Of DEATH
After a time, he never cried, or clamored /; he
shed no tear, breathed no syllable of despair;
but, stunned, stupefed, seemed as il idiocy
was growing on him. The ordinary-a good,
Jealous man-endeavored by soothing, hope
full words, to lead :he prisoner, as the Jail
phrase has it, to a sense of his condition.
Never had St. Giles received such teaching
Condemned to die, he for the first time heard
of the Astounding love of Christianily-of the
goodness and affection due from man to man.
The story seemed odd to him strange, very
strange; yet he supposed it was all true
Nevertheless-he could not dismiss the tho't,
it puzzled him. Why had he never been
taught all this before And why should he
be punished, hanged for doing wrong when
the good, rich, fine people, who all Of them
loved their %neighbors like themselves. had
never taught him what was right! Was it
possible that Christianity was such a beauti-
full thlng-and being so, was 1t possible that
good, earnest, kind-hearted Christians would
kill him
st. Giles had scarcely eight-and. forty
hours to live. II was almost Monday noon,
when the ordinary--having attended the 9TH
er prisoners-en,ered the cell of the boy thief.
He had been separated, by the desire of the
minister, from his miserable companions,
that their evil example Of hardihood-their
reckless bravado-might not wholly destroy
the hope of growing truth within him. A
turnkey attended st. Giles, reading to him.
And now the boy would raise his sullen eyes
upon the man, as he read of promises of
grace and happiness eternal and now his
heart would heave as though he was strug-
Cling with an inward agony that seemed to
s~uffocate him-and now a scornful, unbelie-
wing smile would play about his mouth and
he would laugh with defying bittcrness.-
And then he would leer in The face of the
reader, as though he read to him some fairy
tale, some pretty story, to amuse and gull
him. Poor wretch! Let the men who guide
the world-the large Drained politicians who
tinker the social scheme, making themselves
the masters and guardians of their fellow
men-let them look into this Newgate dun
geOn let them contemplate this blighted hui
man bud this child felon, never taught the
> path Of right, and now 10 be hanged for his
> most sinful ignorance. What a wretched
sullen out-cast! What a darkened, loath.
some thing! And now comes the clergy.
man-the state divine, be it remembered
to tell him that he is treasured with an i'm,
mortal soul! that. with mercy shed upor
him, he will in a few hours be a creature Of
glory before the throne of God! Oh. poliii
clans Oh, rulers Of the world! Oh, law,
making masters and taskers of the common
million, may not this ~cast-off wretch. thi
human nuisance, be your accuser at the ba
of Heaven! Egregious folly! Impossible
What-stars and garters impeached by rag
and %tatters! st. James denounced by S
10 Giles! lmpudent and ridiculous! Yet here
we say, comes the reverend priest-th
3 Christian preacher, with healing, homie
words, whose Book-your Book-with ar
IN the clergyman and his folorn pupil.
"Well, my poor boy" said the ordinar,
- with an affectionate voice and molstenin
y eyes swell, my child, and how is it wit
you? Come, you are better (; you look be
ter; you have been listening to what yol
good friend Robert here has been reading
you. And we are all your friends, here. !
". least, we all want 10 be. Don't you thir
- so3'
lis st. Giles slowly lifted his eyes TOWARD
the speaker. He then slowly, %sullenly a
,er swered,-"No, | don't"
m "But you ought 10 try to think so, my DO
it's wicked not to try" said the ordinar
very tenderly.
"lf you're all my friends, why do yc
lly keep me here 7" said st. Giles. ''Friend.
| never had no friends"
"Io GU must not say that; indeed. YOU mt
not not. All our care is TO make you quiet al
/. happy in this world, that you may be hapl
er in the world you're going to. You und,
+. stand me, St. Giles! My poor dear DO
you understand me! The world you're 0
20. ing tot" The speaker, Injured as he was
scenes Of blasphemy, of brute indifference
and remorseful agony, was deeply touch
by the folorn condition of the boy; who ecu
not, would not, understand a tenderness, I
end OF which was to surrender him soften
10 the %hangman. "You have thought, n
dear-l say, you have thought of the worlc
and the minister paused-"t the world Y,
are going to-"
"What's the use Of thinking about IL
asked ST. Giles. II knows nothin of il. "
THAT, my boy, is because You are obs,i
ate, and | an sorry to say II, wicked and
won't try to know shout Il. Otherwise.