Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1848-06-02

but | hare been to heaven" she insist
ed. Little children have wings there"
Her parents exchanged glances of sur
prise, and the mother asked, "How dost
thou know that little children have wings in
heavenl"
because | saw them" she replied
"They wear white gowns, and they are the
children Of my donny. My donny lives in
the little Westinghouse in Cdmillo's garden.
She's the mother Of Christ that loved little
children so much; but she never said any
thing to me. The birds calls me lady-bird,
in heaven"
Her mother looked very sober. "She gets
her head full of strange things down there
yonder," said she, 81 tell thee, Joseph, |
don't like to have the children playing to-
gether so much. There's no telling what
may come of it,"
"Oh, they are mere babes,'' replied Jo-
seph. 1.-The my donny, as she calls it, and
her doll, are all the same to her. The chill
dren take a deal of comfort together, and it
seems TO me it is not worth while to put
an estrangement between them. Divisions
come fast enough in the human family
When he is a lad, he will 90 away to school
and college, and will come back to live in a
totally different world from ours. Let the
little ones enjoy themselves while they can"
Thus spoke the large-hearted Friend Jo-
seph but Rachel was not so easily satisfied.
- don't like this talk about craven images"
said she. elf the child's head gets full of
such notions, 1t may not prove SO easy to put
them out"
Truly, there seemed some ground for Ra-
chefs fears; for, whether Alice walked or
slept, she seemed to live in the neighbours
garden. Sitting beside her mother, in the
silent Quaker meeting, she forgot the row of
pam bonnets before her, and saw a vision
OF winged children through a veil of vines.
At school, she heard the old green parrot
scream, I" Lady-bird :" and fan-tailed doves
and Java sparrows hoped into her dreams.
She had never heard a fairy story in her life
otherwise, she would doubtless have i'm
agined that Camille was a prince, who lived
in an enchanted palace, and had some pow
nrtul fairy for a friend.
y r -
II came to pass as Joseph had predicted.
These days OF happy companionship soon
passed away. Camille went 10 a distant
school, then to college, and then was absent
awhile on the Continent. 1t naturally hap
oened that The wealthy Catholic family had
,ut little intercourse with the substantial
farmer. Years passed without a
word between Alice and her former %playfel-
.ow. Once, during his college life, she met
him and his father on horseback, as she was
home from meeting, on a small gray
her father had given her. He touched
MS hat, and said, "How do you do, Miss
Z" and she replied, "How art
lhou, Camille His father inquired,
. Who is that young woman!" and he an
swered, "She is the daughter of Farmer
Goodman, with whom | used 10 play some
times when | was a little boy.' Thus like
shadows they passed on their separate ways.
He thought no more of the rustic Quaker
girl, and with her the bright picture Of their
childhood was like the remembrance Of last
years rainbow.
But events now approached, which put all
rainbows and flowers to flight. A Rebellion
broke out in Ireland, and a terrible civil war
began to rage between Catholics, under the
name of Pikemen, and Pro,estants under the
name Of Orangemen. The Quakers, being
conscientlously opposed TO war, could not
adopt the emblems of either party, and were,
of course, exposed to the hostility of both.
Joseph Goodman, in common with others
VI Tx CllElOuo pOloNdoiUu, ndu always pro-
fessed to believe, that returning good for
evil was a heavenly principle, and therefore
safe policy. Alice had received this belief
as a traditionary inheritance, without dis
putting it, or rejecting upon it. But now
came times that tested her faith severely
Every night they retired to rest with the con-
seriousness that their worldly possessions
might be destroyed by fire and pillage before
morning, and perhaps their lives sacrificed
by Infatuated soldiers. At the meeting
house, and by the way-side, earnest were the
exhortations of the brethren to stand by their
principles, and not finch in this hour of
trial. Joseph Goodman's sermon was brief
and impressive. "The Gospel Of Love has
power to regenerate the world" said he (;
I" and the humblest individual, who lives ac-
cording to it, has done something for the
salvation of man."
His strength was soon tried; for the very next
day a party Of Pikemen came into the neigh
borhood, and set fire to all the houses of the
%Orangemen. Groans, and shrieks, and the
sharp sound of shots, were heard in every dt-
rection. Fierce men rushed into their peace
full dwelling, demanding food, and ordering
them to give up their arms.
Food will give, but arms | have %none,'
replied Joseph.
more shame for you?" roared the COM
mander of the troop. eff you can't do any
thing more for your country than that, you
may as well be killed at once, for a coward
as you are.'
He drew his sword, but Joseph did not
wink at the flash of the glittering blade
He looked him calmly in the eye, and said,
"lf thou art willing to take the crime OF
murder on thy conscience, | cannot help it.
would not willingly do harm to thee, or to
any man."
The soldier turned away abashed, and put
ting his sword into the scabbard, he muiter.
ed, well, give us something to eat, will
you'll"
The hours that followed were frightful
with the light of blazing houses, the crash Of
musketry, and the screams of women and