Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1848-10-20


'Ah she must | suppose. be cleverr
mo, Pere jacquard ! seek a companion,
in fact, a wife,
j understand you now, NJ. Brechet.'
And il you consent.
To what NJ. BWchetp
SAY that you consent, Pere Jacquard-say
that you consent; and you also, Madame
jacquard
lis it that you should marry our daughter,
NJ. Brechetl' Asked Antoinette. whose en-
~pressive smile told that since his arrival she
had OWNED the cause Of his visit.
If Mademuiselle Marie has no objection,
said the satiDaire.
But said jacquard, 'recollect that our
daughter is poor, NJ. Brechet.'
'She is mild and uncomplaining.'
She is not even pretty !
'She p~leases me, Pere jacquard and II !
possess her good opinion
There is no doubt Of that, NJ. Brechet,'
said the weaver briskly. 'She must indeed
he hard to please il she does not like you,
but | do not wish to give a PROMISE
And wherefore not =
Because you are rich, and we are poor;
because you are a satinaire, a veloutier, in
fact, a gentlemen wearing a sword, and WI
are nothing more than poor canuts while you
ride in your carriage, we walk on foot; you
can order your clerk TO carry your pieces Of
| velvet or satin, while we are obliged to take
our work TO the shop, and wait the pleasure
of those who employ us and for a thousand
other reasons, NJ. Brechet.'
Every one worse than The other, Pere Jac-
Guard however, | do not wish to take you
by surprise. Reflect on what | have said,
and all | ask at present is, to be allowed to
repeat my visit
Il am not proud, NJ. Brechet; we shall al
ways be happy to see you; but | promise
nothing-remember, | promise nothing
'Well, ] am contented tomorrow, then
Pere Jacquard said the satiniare, as he rose
and took leave, accompanied 10 the street
door BY Antoinette.
The visit of NJ. Brechet, with its very re-
markable revelation, reused many varied emo
tons in the minds of the poor family. After
the departure of the handsome and fair-spo-
ken suiior. the limbs of the weaver moved
quicker than was their wont, while he slowly
hummed a p~laintive and monotonous bal
lad.
"A sure sign that father is out of humor,'
whispered Marie to her cousin.
Yes replied Josephine in the same tone.
DO you suffer more than ordinary to-day,
that your voice is so feeble 3 asked Marie.
'Yes!' again whispered the young girl.
y also am i'll, Josephine but is not NJ.
Brechet an engaging young mani Is he not,
Josephine =
Yes = was still the only response.
Listen, Josephine. Father will not al
ways be so proud and distant to NJ. Drechet.
H. yr;Il not rafuca him u.Iap mnthor cnaake
on the subject. 1t is true that women do not
understand these things as well as men; but
he will consent at last, and then | shall take
you with me, and then you will not have to
work any longer. Does not that give you
pleasure! But you do not reply cousin 2
The poor child again muttered : Yes! but
without taking any seeming interest in what
was told her.
Then my father continued Marie, shall
not be killing himself with overwork, and in
the slack season he shall not suffer from hum
ger; and then mother shall not any longer
destroy her health by fretting, nor blind her
self making canettes she will be able to re-
cruit herself from time to time. And my
brother, my little Joseph. shall not be a canut
he shall be a satinaire or veloutier, which
ever he ~pleases but for you, my little Jose
phine, | see that you must be ii lady, and If
my husband does not wish TO support an idle
girl, why | shall work for you myself. But
why do you weep, Josephine; you are no
well! Why do you not answer me 2
Il am very weak
your work is too hard for you
Il shall get used to it,
What are you both singing in such a low
tone 2 asked the weaver, interrdpting his bal
lad TO listen to the children.
W. - ont o;nu;nu 9,tbor. T., rau ontn-
ion it is YOURSELF replied Marie with an az
f~ectation Of gaiety.
'Yes ] sing TO drive away care, Marie
but you never sing now as you were wont Il
do
'Ah, father, | have no voice now, and
cannot tell why
Il know well = muttered the canut, as h.
brushed away a tear which mingled with tn,
Precipitation that rolled down his face. :
see,' continued he half aloud, : that it will
not do to be too proud +; but what a pang
would cost me TO have a son-in-law VIII,
might perhaps look with scoFn on me whel
he has once got my daughter but---- an,
he continued his ballad.
Here is my brother!' exclaimed Marie
as a flush of pleasure passed over her pal
countenance.
t The weaver raised his head as the STEP
: were heard on the stairs. Josephine alon
stirred not.
There soon entered a tall, delicate lad
thirteen years Of age. Ii was Joseph, the So
of jacquard. Like the generality of II
. children of the canuts, he had a subdued an
sad expression of counteaanee, which, whe
at rest, spoke of nothing remarkable, y
. when his pale features were lit up by excii
ment or some sudden emotion, it changed h
entire appearance. The truth is, Joseph W
M ordinary hov Cod had oiven him uo,