Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1848-11-03

or two to come
The child crept away shivering with cold,
and returned, for the second time, TO tell her
tale of disappointment to her sick mother.
Rose had now been absent for two weeks,
and poor widow Brown was much worse,
and suffering for want If the attentions that
were 10 have been given by MIR. Crawley'
Too indolent 10 rise O. mornings, he had not
seen the little girl; and too much taken up
with visiting and talking over schemes oil be-
nevolence in the afternoon, Cathcart had quite
forgotten the widow and her children. An
other week went by, and the pale, fearful
little girl again implored the servant TO let
her see Mr.. CrawlPy. This time he was not
at home, and the man told the child that his
master would see her mother in the morning.
Call me tomorrow at nine said Cath
cart, when Diminishing his servant at night;
one must make some sacrifice in the cause
of poor suffering humanity
In the morning, Crawley was awoke Ivy
the servant: the clock has struck nine,
sir
Very well, John, III be down presently
When John left the room, his master slow
ly raised himself in bed, taking care, as he
did so, TO envelop himself in the covering,
until but the upper part OF his face was vlsi-
BILE.
One stocking was half engulphed in the
blankets, while the other lay so lar down on
the bed, that he would be obliged TO uncover
his arm TO reach il; but he thought Of poor
suffering humanity, and determined on max
ing the sacrifice.
Turning his eyes in the direction Of the
window, he saw, 10 his CONSERVATION, that 1t
was showing, and %siraightway fell to plying
the poor Irish lads who were obliged, by
clearing the sidewalks and crossings, TO pick
up a stray shilling.
There ought 10 be some machine TO save
these half-iroZen creatures from such employ
ment during The cold weather. Now, if !
could invent one, | might gain a medal from
the well-to-do-i e-world-labor-saving Soci-
ETY. stay-let me see-l think the thing
might easily be DONE Here Mr.. Crawley
fell TO thinking, or rather dreaming, and ten
o'clock came and went, and he took another
look at the window, and drew the warm CO.
vering still closer, and thought the day was
bitter cold.
That very morning, Rose had returned
home, and her first thought was Of the sick
widow and her chile en-. No doubt, Cousin
Cathcart has kept his PROMISE thought Rose,
as she hastened on through the snow. How
pleasant it will be for poor Mrs. Brown to
have a cheerful fire this gloomy morning, and
how it has gladdened his benevolent heart to
send those little dellcacies which are so CRATE
fully received by the sick; perhaps he is
there now, kind cousin
AS Rose approached the house, she looked
up at the little window, expecting to see her
%favorite Nelly, but no glad young face well
coined her return. With a subdued feeling
she assembled The cracking stairs; a low 500
bling reached her ear, and as she stopped 10
listen, the door of the widows room was
opened, and a poor-looking woman came out,
holding Mrs. Browns youngest child by the
hand, and followed by little Nelly. When
the latter saw Rose, her suppressed grief
burst Gorlh.
tOh, Miss Brandon, mothers dead! mo-
theirs deadn Rose was shocked. In the
cold, gloomy room lay all that was mortal OF
the poor widow. The cupboard was open,
and on one Of the shelves lay a few crusts
of dry bread. Some half-burnt shavings were
scattered on the hearth. And this was all
on this wintry morning, these were all the
comforts within reach of the dying woman!
'Oh change! Oh wondrous change!
Burst are the prison bars;
This moment there, so low,
So agonized, and now
Beyond the starsn
.'Oh, Nelly said Rose, as she held the
hand of the weeping child, why did you not
90 10 the gentleman | told you Of! why did
you not ask Mr.. Crawley TO come and see
your motherP
Il did, Miss Brandon | did 90 ever so
many times, but the man told me | couldn't
see Mr.. Crawley, for he wasn't up yet, and
it was eleven o'clock too before ] went. And
he promised TO come this morning, but he
didn't; and then Miss Smith ran all the way
there, and he was in bed yet; and oh, Miss
Brandon, ] told the man last night that mo-
ther was dying
After all, Aunt Prudence and brother Frank
were right.
And he could do this thought Rose, he
who was ever writing and talking of making
sacrifices in the cause of poor suffering hu.
manity he could slothfulIy draw the cover
ing of his curtained bed on such a day as
this, when he knew his aid was wanted
when he knew, too, it was wanted for a sor-
row-crushed, poverty-stricken woman who
was dying! Out upon such false philanthro'
py Thank Heaven, | have learned, ere too
late, the sluggish heartlessness of Ca'hcaTi
Crawley!