Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1848-05-26
MISCELLANEOUS.
From the MineiecnM Century.
Jesus and the Poor.
by GEORGE LIPPARD.

ly along the richly carpeted aisle.
Tall and majestic in stature, the stanger
seemed bending with a touch of premature
age, deep wrinkles scanned his countenance'
and his hair, all tangled and matted, fell wa
wing to his shoulders, mingled with the curl
ing locks of his dark brown beard. lie was
clad in coarse apparel, and the dust OF the
highway whitened the folds ofhis dingy brown
cloak. Coarse shoes, all worn and torn by
weary travel, but half-defended his feet, and
his extended hand, so fair, so delicate, so wo-
man-like in its outline, grasped a pike-stait,
which guided his steps along the aisle.
Poor was the stranger, soiled by the dust
of travel, clad in coarse attire, his hair and
beard all tangled and matted, his face scanned
by premature wrinkles, yet their was a strange
expression in his eye, and a calm subllmlty
of resolution on his broad forehead.
Poor, weary, and neglected, he approached
Brother Zebulon. The well-fed and compla-
cent Christian beheld the stanger stride slow
ly along the aisle.
Was there a pew-door opened at his COM
ing Did fair forms arise, did kind hands
WOO the stranger to the cushioned seat!-
Did smiling faces greet him with looks OF
sympathy and compassion?
] trow not.
He cast his deep, unfathomable eye from
side to side, he looked upon the soft face of
yonder beauty with a glance of silent entrea-
ty, but the fair one turned away, and the ira
vel-worn stranger strobe steadily toward the
altar.
Slim-waisted Exquisite, lang-faced Bank
Director, the Saint with his smiling vlsage
and the Sinner with his self-satisfied look, all
turn away, and still the stranger toiled weari-
~ on. He neared the altar, he reached the
pew-door of Brother Zebulon.
Zebulon turned and gazed upon the stran-
ger, and then turned hastily away. He was
so poor, his cloak was so ragged, his entire
appearance so destitute, that Zsbulon would
not think of asking him to the reposc of a
cushioned seat, and yet there was something
in the eye of the strange man that sent a
thrill of unknown feeling 10 the heart OF Ze-
bulon, the man of God.
The stranger spoke not, asked not, did not
even beckon for the Tepose Of a seat. But
his toil-worn face, his dust-covered garments,
his look of fatigue and suffering, all spoke for
him, in silent voices, more impressive than
the thunder shout Of the million.
The stranger strobe YEARLY toward the AL
tar.
A round -paunched Bank Director, who had
driven a thousand orphans to suicide and
murdered his ten thousands by the paltry sub
terfuges of wreckless speculation, beheld the
stranger approach, and refused him a seat in
his lordly pew.
Poor devil! How weary he looks I! lisp
ed a fair-faced Exquisite, whose victim lay in
Ronaldson's graveyard, or in the dissecting
| ROOM sorry for him, but can't give him a
seat!
Let him go to the ponr-bench! muttered
a puffy-faced Editor, whose history was writ
ten in the secret records of a Court of Felons
- really wonder how such creatures have
the assurance to stride into such a Church
without leave or licensed
Still the stranger moved slowly on toward
the altar.
How affecting the Preacher grows wills.
pered a calm-visaged man of God Indeed,
the life of our Savior must have been very
sad, extremely sad can hardly keep my
eyes clear-indeed y
Still the stranger strobe YEARLY on. He
reached the Altar, he passed within the gate
he flung his toil-worn form upon the pulpi
steps.
Another creak of the door, and again every
face was turned and every eye beheld tn,
new conner.
sAh, me, what handsome man y whisper
ed a fair damsel such fine boots, such su
peru style, such a coat, such whiskers, ant
such hair! And what a grace too what al
air-God bless me, pa--do open the pew
door,
And as the handsome MAN OF THE woRL
came striding along the aisle, with an eve
and measured gait, every pew door flew oper
old men arose, fair hands beckoned the Oar
dy to a seat, and mild voices greeted him wit
the courtesy and complaisance of the fashion
able Church.
He passed along with the easy assuranC
of a man of the World, he neglected all Il
offers of politeness, and at last stood befol
the pew door of brother Zebulon Branwell.
'Oh-my dear slr-eXcuse me-pray-a
indeed-do me the honor TO take a seat!'
DO ME the honor!' cried the Editor, raj
ing hastily in his pew, with a last letter fro
HIS victim protruding from his pocket-'O
sir, please be seated y
"A seat, sirn cried the calm-faced man
God Please be seated =
'Oh-ah-you do me honor-positively
lisped the Dandy, twirling his ~eye-glass al
arranging his mustache-'l rather think |
sit down with the worthy old fellow here y
Rather shocked at the gentleman's famili
style of address, our friend Zebulon behe
him seated at his side, and was gazing ov
the flashing array that garnished his wellfc
med person, when a new burst of eloquen
from the Preacher arrested his attention.
'Oh sight most lovely, oh spectacle mc
sublime = cried the ford faced Minister, IA
ing his hands on high-'The friend of
poor, the comforter of the distressed, the he
of the desolate, the life of the dead, by wi
name shall we style him, by what name sh
we know this mighty being, the Saviour
men1 Look upon him as he rises Def,
your mental eye, look upon him standing ca
and erect amid the filth and squallor of sol
poor mans hut, look upon him in his TAFT
ed robes, his seiled apparel, yet with
, might of God-head on his brow, look uT
: him and view his outstretched hand scati
ing blessings on the poor, and then think
his name-Jesus the friend of the People