Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1847-05-21

chimed in the magistrate, you'd show your-
self a profounder lawyer than either | who
sit upon this Bench, or your master, a Baron
of the Exchequer. He Who cures Uice Is rreqt-
er than he who Furnishes H."
Becky did not understand half this. only
this much, that nobody could be so great rs
the Judge, her masier; so curtsying less re-
specially than she otherwise wonld have
done, she waited for the child to be released
from the dock, threw a large silk handker-
chief from her pocket across its shoulders.
that it might look less like a vagrant, and
then reverling back to the due disposal of
the two pounds in the spice-box, she took the
child's hand, and made her way to the cab
outside the door, followed by the wondering
and calculating barber.
To wash the child well by the kitchen fire,
TO bake a cake for tea, to invite the barber
thereunto, TO reach the child a little pictured
cup from the closets topmast shelf, were
matters of course with Becky and much did
she calculate, and more did The barber, as
between the ravenously eaten rake and the
sweetened tea, the precocious, witful, ne
elected intellect of crime told of its narrow
hell Of human life which it believed was hea-
ven! Long was the talk of the barber and
Becky whilst the babyhood of crime, not
disowGed by nature, nestled to its rest and
as Mr.. Bottle was Of a nervous temperament
and much given 10 count his spoons and
forks, and make particular inquiries after his
masters gold spectacles, it was judged wise
to keep the real truth from him, at least for
the present; and moreover, as the police re-
port would be sure to appear in the Times of
the morrow, it would be advisable (though a
sad sin in the eyes of Becky not to post that
paper, SO that som chance might lie of the
matter escaping Thrashem's keen notice. 1t
fortunately did, beyond a mere report by
word; bat in her strongest trunk Becky
boarded up that paper.
1t was necessary to give the child a name
before Mr.. Bottle came back. The barber
suggested many good ones; none, however,
pleasant TO the ear of Becky. But when in
some few days the child's face began to look
gratefully up into her own, the thought struck
Becky, that the great oil painting over the
library fireplace was the portrait Of the
judges mother, and that her Christian name
had been Alice. Sand might it not be beau
tiful,'' said Becky to herself, eff she should
turn cut a good child, and come up TO such
grand things as 10 mend the dear masters
shirt, or cook him an omelet as brown as |
do Might it not be beautiful to hear that
he loves so well, called softly up and
Town the house! So giving her own ques-
ions an affirmative answer, Becky called the
,hild Alice.
To say that the seven years. teaching of
in was absolved all at once, would be an in
lstice 10 my great teacher, Nature. But
from closets, and drawers, and
ars, grew less and less before the continual
Of goods; the memory Of vice faded
ike a shadow in the broadening sun; and
Alice, the unknown spawn of the beggars'
cd ging house, became a favorite with old
Zoe, took and thrived by honest Becky's
eachings, and even at last becoming noticed
~ MIR. Rednot, drew upon his Learning
many ways.
Years passed on, and Alice was seventeen.
had the Judge seen her never heard Of
ner. He had lived forty years in that house,
yet never trod his own kitchen floor. Becky
grew feeble and the stern old man at last
noticing it, rnng her up, one night, into the
He spoke kindly, placed hera chair,
and said she must have help. Becky's heart
faltered-the secret of years was on her
tongue.
- was afraid yon would be angry, but
I've long been obliged TO have"
"Whoml"
One who can cook your omelet beauti-
fully; set a frill on your shirt, and almost
place your room as well as | do-Alice."
The old man looked up at that picture
his heart grew merciful at that name. He
rung again the bell; he said a word or two
and Alice the bud, the spawn of iniquity-
the atom of the foulest city streets that soci-
ETY. %crushes, and that he in his great wisdom
dlsowned all regeneration for, save the gal
lows-stood before him in her beauty and her
usefulness. The magistrate said right
" Nohler is II TO teach good to crime, than
tread it under foot" The heart of the poor
servant had solved the great enigma of social
wrong and social progress, in a more practi-
cal way than the wisdom of the scholar and
the judge-for teach but ignorance and zoe
eri! diminish! That night the old man
smiled less upon those books he took them
down; he read them; and Alice from that hour
fitted round him in her useful, humble, du-
ties, and surpassed poor Becky, because she
had been better taught. Becky suon after
this fell Ill, and on her dying bed told the old
man OF that theft how the pity of her heart
had made her save-and Alice was the fruit /!
"She, sir, who is so very good, and waits SO
gently on you. BE good to her-be good to
her."
~ willard take a lesson from YOU,
Becky, that shall make not only the law, but
my own heart better"
Those great books of the great iurist are
no longer smiled upon. The retired iudpe
will bequeath his great wealth to put their
spirit into action; and with Alice in her hum
BILE duties fitting round him, devises plans
for the better bearing out the great progress
questions of reformatory law and no longer
ending his chain of ethic eausatives bv The
eallows, sets his hand to these grea, princi-
ples-that crime is ignorance, and thu, 10 saye
and lead this ignorance tO,oards good, is a SER
rice hat dRprortmatss The human actor to,cards
his Divine Creator.
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a delegation Of Sac and Fox Indians,