Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1847-06-11
The Apprentice Girl.
FROM THE rRrNc OF EUGENE FoA.

FROM THE FRENCH OF EUGENE FoA'
The warerooms of Madame Camille, one
of our most fashionable Partisan milllnors,
had one day received an additional apprentice.
Her name was Gabrielle. Her father was a
mason, and, like too many of the working
classes, drank on Sunday what he had earn
ed during the week. Her mother did the
best she could to support the family, and
found il a hard matter with the little she earn
ed.
Gabrielle had suffered such misery from
her cradle, that she had never known that
youthful spring which usually makes 10 chill
dren the mere consciousness OF existence a
ioy. Mamma, what a nice thing ii is 10 DO
alive" once said a child to her mother, as
she bounded before her. Gabrielle was six
teen, and knew not what a smile was. Her
fir but faded cheek bore an expression of
suffering and quiet resignation, which was
more affecting than any open demonstration
of grief. The child contrasted the house OF
her mistress-the abode of order, economy
and industry, and consequently Of ease and
comlOrt-wiih her own home, where reigned
every kind of wretchedness that poverty and
disorderly habits could produce, and where
reproaches-most just it is true, but conse-
quently the more painlul-gave rise to mu-
tual recriminaiion between the husband and
wife.
Ore evening, among others, the wife was
complaining that the mason had not given her
all he earned.
- should have nothing TO drink, if did,"
replied the husband.
The dispute was beginning to get warm
Gabrielle whispered to her father,
81 give my mother half of what earn,
father, to buy clothes for my brothers and
sisters; l will give you the other half for
drink"
THANK you, my child" said the father,
who accordingly took the money from his
daughter and went out.
But this man, who could drink without any
scruple the fruit of his own labor, felt a kind
of remorse in expanding at the tavern the mo-
ney which had been earned by his daughter;
and when he drew from his pocket the hard
earned pieces which the slight, delicate hand
of his daughter had placed In his, the sound
of them, as they jingled on the counter, went
to his very heart, and shat evering, for a Won
der, he returned home sober. How much
may be accomplished by kind looks and
words, when all circumstances fail. A tri-
fling act of kindness, with a look of affection,
had smote the feelings of the hitherto reck-
less father.
The following evening, after having in a
similar manner, received the half of Gabri-
elle's earnings, the mason went out but he
had hardly taken a few Steps, when he came
back. Gabrielle" said he, - come, and we
will take a walk in the country"
Gabrielle started up with alacrity. "Eou
are not going to the tavern, father?" said she
to him.
Is it with a young girl like you? Do
you think me a brute 7" said the man. The
heart, after all, is the best teacher Of what is
becoming.
Gabrielle knew how 10 read, and during
their walk she related TO her father a number
of little stories, which amused him, and made
him forget the tavern. The next week the
mason's family had enough to eat; and the
week after, from the united earnings of father
and daughter, the children were able 10 be-
sent to school; in short, at the end of a month,
the aspect of this dwelling, formerly the a
bode of misery, tears and ~quarrels, was quite
altered and the companions of The mason,
missing him from his old haunt, began jeer-
ing him but he told them what his daughter
had done.
$50 good a daughter ought to make a good
wife," cried a rich miller who had been lis
lening TO him. 81 have an only son, and
right glad would be if you would give her
to him.. Good sense, gentlemen. and modes
ty, are better in the poor mans house than
riches" And Immediately, without even
inquiring whether Gabrielle were ugly or
pretty, he demanded her in marriage for his
son.
Gabrielle is now the wife Of a rich miller.
She is the mother of children, and a blessing
to her husbands family, as she had been to
her own. Those lips which had never utter
ed but words Of patient gentleness and sense
! beyond her age, are no longer strangers to
= smiles; and the rosy hue of health again tin
d ges the cheek which had faded under early
, hardships and over toll.
Gabrielle is still living.
The Beauty Of Peace.-When Capt. Back
went to the polar regions, in search of Capt.
Ross, he fell in with a band of Esquimaux,
a who had never seen a white man. The Chief
h raised his spear TO hurl atthe strangers head
t but when Capt. Back approached calmly and
r unarmed, the spear dropped, and the rude
savage gladly welcomed the brother man,
y, who had trusted in him. Had Capt. Bach
adopted the usual maxim that it is necessary
to carry arms in such emergencies, he would
probably have occasioned his own death, and
n that of his companions.-British Friend.
e Some married folks will keep their low,
e like their jewelry, for the eyes Of the world
thinking it too fine and too precious TO wea
avery daV nj their freside,- DOu1hdSS ,JerrOh