Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1848-03-17


would take time to think, and endeavor to
Mace herself in a situation for The best good
Of her sons.
Behold us, then, in four months time, at
home, in a village, five miles from --;
a yillane of which my mother knew very lit
lie. except its neat, well-ordered appearance,
and its excellent clergyman. A "~cottige"
presents too many poeiical associations to in
dictate truly our new dwelling. 1t was a
simple one-story house, and had been yellow ;
somewhat unpromising without, perhaps, but
within, il had two nice chambers In the attic,
a pleasant siuing-room, bedroom, and kitch-
en-. It's chief attraction to my mother was a
small barn and a large yard, a part OF which,
behind The house, seemed to have been the
remains of a garden, by some early occupant;
strar1linu curraut bushes were discovered
among the grass, and some stlnied gooseber-
ries in the corners. A small farm was one
side, and Mr.. Giles great bayfield, on the
other; The sparks and Goals OF a blacksmith's
shop opposite, the blue sky above US, with
the sun-rising and sun-setting all in sight,
and green pastures almost within a stones
throw.
We were scarcely settled, when Mr.. Mad
ison Jones and a gentleman rode out to see
us. NY mother was absent, but soon to re-
turn. Meanwhile they surveyed the premi-
SEES then coming in, they sat down. was
in my little chair, surrounded with play
things. Regarding me as a playlhing too,
they talked freely.
This big yard what's it for I" said Mr..
Madison. II should like 10 know what Jane
wanted it fol! =
DIETER taken snug little rooms in town."
Joined his Communion,
''She says ii is for the boys. What do
they want of a big yard! They take care of
it! They work! | never found boys good
for any Thing yet. There are my four great
boys of what use are they TO me ! All they
want is TO be waited upon. She has missed
it, o. ] am mistaken but women must have
their own way! Women have no Judgment"
SO commented our cousin, Mr.. Madison
Jones, unheeding the little lame boy, who
d~evoured every word he said.
By-and-by, my mother appeared. Cous-
in Madison's opinions were not long conceal
ed. THAT big yard, Jane that's going to
be a trouble to you. What in the name of
common sense is it for
"For the boys" she answered as undis-
turbed as possible. 'You see the part which
runs behind the house was a garden once
hope to have it a garden again, as it will
employ the boys"
Employ the money, Jane! It will be no.
thing but an expense gardens cost, jane
What can boys dol Depend upon it you
won't get much work out Of them. Look at
mine" | dare say she did, as | venture to
say she had many times before, which forti-
fled her in her present position.
We had been at cur new home quite a
fortnight, when our Oldest came TO us. He
had been at Mr.. Madison Jones' nearly ever
since our fathers death, somewhat against
my mothers better judgment, which unavoi-
dable circumstance seemed for a time TO con-
troll. 1t was a chilly April twilight when he
arrived. My mother ran TO welcome him,
and "oh Maddy! Maddy!" shouted forth
my lips; but Maddy walked unmovedly in,
and, planting himself with his back to the
fire, and his cap in his hand, took his first
impression. Our little sitting room certain
ly looked the picture of comfort: a neat
bookcase reflected a bright blaze from the
opposite side of the room, a table with a
green cloth occupied the centre, and a few
valuables rescued from the sale, adorned the
room. Madison did not seem to know whe.
Their to suffer himself to be pleased or not.
"Where is Phillip I" he at length asked
A stirring step was heard in the back entry
upon which Phillip opened the door, with
log in his hand. FINISHED, mother! finish
ed the pile. Oh Maddy !" he exclaimed
with unexpected delight.
FINISHED what !" asked the eldest, will
some indications of interest.
FINISHED splitting and piling my wood
answered Phil.
"Do you split and pile J"
"Yes, | hope So" answered Phil, as if h
= had always done it.
1 IL shan't,'' declared Madison, with an Ut
graciousness altogether uncalled for.
"Then you don't belong to our hire" sal
Phil, stoutly, as he laid on the log. "Yo
may go back to Mr.. Jones's." My moihe
was preparing tea. IL shan't like here,
8 know | shan't," said Madison again, after
pause: ait is not a bitlike cousin Madison's
or our other house. Cousin Madison don
like it either"
81 like it," said Philip, 'because it has
barn, and such a big yard /; and perhaps W
shall have a COW some time or other"
t Eyes, "A beautiful %bossy," said /, lust lik
Is Mr.. Giles's."
it who'll take care of asked Madison
10 "You or J." said Phil, "one of u.s."
it al shan't," declared Madison, 'Mr. Jones
boys don't have to work. Mr.. Jones says
in is high time to work when we are men; tn;
N we must take all the pleasure we can, whe
is we are young; frolic and have good times.
My mother looked anxiously, but still sal
" nothing. Philip and /, were conscious
b. being d%amped, decidedly SO. AT suppe
lg Madison wished he had a taste of bread an
r milk he thought people In the country a
IN ways had bread and milk.
"When we have a COW, we can have
Up plenty" said Phil.
e, "And when will that be 7" asked Madisc
of petulantly.
n "Just as soon as my sons can earn one,
lie answered my mother. You know that wha
ever we get. we get with our own hanc
now. When shall you earn a COW, boys
=, she asked, in an inspiring tone, just as if v
d. could if we tried.
Ia "Ask Mr.. Jones to give us one" said Ma,
10; ison.
ave don't want any one TO help us, WHIT
we can help ourselves, mother says" cri,
lin Phillip, ''and, mother, we will try and earn
Ier COW get it our very selves - upon whic
5, his black eyes sparkled with interest, in co