Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1848-04-07


have tried and proved, aside. lie has many
excellent qualities
Pride came quickly, with many suggestions
about selcrespeci, and what every man owes
to himself.
lie owes 1t 10 himself 10 be just TO 9th
ers,' Marsion truly thought. WAS ] just in
falling to apologize 10 my friend, notwitll-
standing this offensive letter No, | was
not; for his action in the matter did not ex-
onerate me fiUm the responsibility Of NINE.
Alter musing for some time, Marston drew
toward him a sheet of paper, and, taking up
a pen, wrote,
My DEAR Sin:
What | ought to have done years ago, | do
now, and that is, to offer you a sincere apollo
gy for light words thoughtlessly spoken, but
which | ought not TO have used, as they were
calculated TO wound, and | am grieved TO
think, did wound. But for your note, which
] enclose, | should have made this apology
the moment had an opportunity. BIT its
peculiar tenor, | then felt, preciuded me from
joing so. ! confess that ] erred in letting
my feelings blind my cooler judgment.
Your old friend,
MARsToN.
TO Mr.. Herbert Arrest
Enclosing the note alluded to in this let
ter, Marston sealed, and ringing for an attend
ant, despatched it.
Better TO do right late than never he muir
INJURED, as he leaned pensively back in his
chair. Let what will come of it, ] shall feel
better, for ! will gain my own stlf-respect
and have an inward assurance that have
done right, more than | have for a long time
had, in regard TO this matter. at least
D,1f.rl -, ,.s.l H.
locking over some papers in reference to mat
tiers Of business then on hand, and was soon
Sc much absorbed in them that the subject
which had lately filled his thoughts faded en-
tircly therefrom. Some one opened the door,
and he turned 10 see who was entering. In
an instant he was on his feet. 1t was Ar
nest.
The face Of the latter was pale and agita-
ted, and his lips quivered. lie came forward
hurriedly, extending his hand, not to grasp
that Of his old friend, but 10 hold up his own
letter that had been returned to him.
'Marston,' he said, husklly, did send
you his note 2
You did, was the firm but mild answer.
Thus | cancel il! And he tore it into
shreds and scattered them on the floor
Would that It's contents could be as easily
obli,erated from your memory! he added, In
a most earnest voice.
They are no longer there, my friend re-
turned Mnrston, with visible emotion, now
grasping the hand of AInest. you have
wiped them out
Arrest returned the pressure with both
hands, his eyes fixed on those of Marston
until they grew so dim that he could no lon
ger read the old familiar lines and forgiving
look.
Let us forgive and forget said Marston,
speaking in a broken voice. I'VE have
wronged each other and OURSELVES. We
have let evil passions rule instead Of good af.
f%ections.'
From my heart do I say Amen!' replied
Arrest. Yes, let us forgive and forget
Would that we had been as wise as we now
are, years ago!
Thus were they reconciled. And now
the question is, what did either gain by his
Indignation against the other! Did Arrest
rise higher in his self-esteem, or Marston
gain additional selt-respect?
We thiuk not. Alas! how binding is sell
fish passion! How it opens in our minds
the door for the influx of multitudes of evil
and false suggestions! How it hides the.
good in others, and Inagnifes weakness into
crime! Let us beware Of ii.
'IPconCileu dl last. sdlu Gu MI. w ell
ford, when he next saw Arrest and heard the
fact from his lips.
Yes replied the latter, Il can now forget
as well as forgive
Rather say you forget because you forgive.
If you had forgiven, truly, you would have
ceased to think Of what was wrong in your
friend long 60. People talk of forgiving
and not forgetting, but it isn't so; they do
not forget because they do not forgive
Il believe you are right said Arrest. Il
think, now, as naturally Of my friends good
qualities as ! did before Of what was evil. |
forget the evil in thinking OF the good
Because you have forgiven him. returned
Mr.. Wexford. Before you forgave him,
your thought of evil gave no room for the
thought of good
Mr.. Wexford was right. After we have
forgiven we find it no hard matter to forget.
Cholera and TCetOialprS.