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


in terror for her life. At last Camille him
self came with a band of successful insur-
gents. During a brief and agitated interview
with his mother, he learned how kindly she
had been sheltered in their neighbours house,
and how tendeTly the remains Of his father
had been treated. When she pointed to the
crucifx on the wall, and told its history, his
eyes filled with tears. "Oh, why cannot
we of different faith, always treat each other
thusl" was his inward thought; but he
bowed his head in silence. Hearing loud
voices, he started Up suddenly, exclaiming,
"There may be danger below!" Following
the noise, he found soldiers threatening
Friend Goodman, who stood with his back
firmly placed against the door OF an inner
room. Seeing Camille enter, and being
aware of the great influence his family had
with the Catholics, he said, "These men in
sist upon carrying out the dying Orangemen
who are sheltered here, and compelling Inc
to see them shot. Is it thy will that these
murders should be committed !"
The young man took his hand, and in tones
ofdeep respect answered, could you believe
that | would suffer violence 10 be done to any
under your roof, if | had power to prevent
itl" Then turning to his soldiers, he said,
NANCiiOhe pFopIC HdN0 lHluItu IO
one. Through all these troubled times they
have been kind alike TO Pikemen and Orange
men; they have buried our dead, and shell
tered our widows. Ii you have any respect
for the memory of my father, treat with re-
spect all who wear the peaceful garb of the
Quakers." The men spoke part for awhile,
and soon after left the house.
As Camille passed by the kitchen door, he
saw Alice distributing boiled potatoes to a
crowd Of hungry children. A soldier stood
by her, insisting that she should wear a cross,
which was the emblem of the Pikemen.-
She mildly replied, 81 cannot consent to
,Dear the cross, but | hope God will enable
me to bear it," The rude fellow, who was
somewhat intoxicated, touched her under the
chin and said, "Come, mavourneen, do be a
little more obliging." Camille instantly seiz-
ed his arm, and exclaiming, "Behave decen,ly,
my lad behave decently," he led him to the
door. As he went, he turned towards Alice
with an expression she never forgot, and said,
in low, deep tones, Words are poor to
thank you for what you have done for my
mother"
The next day, when he met Alice walking
to meeting, he touched his hat respectfully,
and said, IL scarcely deem it prudent for you
TO be in the roads at this time, Miss Alice.
Armed insurgents are everywhere abroad !;
and though there is a prevailing disposition
not to injure the Quakers, still many of our
men are too desperate to be always con-
trolled."
She smiled, and answered, 81 thank thee
for thy friendly caution; but | trust in the
Power that has hitherto protected me-"
After a short pause, he said, I" Iour place
Of meeting is Two miles from here. Where
is the horse you used to ride !"
"a soldier took it from me, as | rode from
meeting several weeks ago." she replied.
You see then it is as | have said, unsafe
for you to CO." he r%eioined. Had you not
better turn back :"
With great earnestness she answered.
"Friend Camille, | cannot otherwise than
90. Our people are afflicted and bowed
down. The soldiers have nearly consumed
our provisions. Our women are almost worn
out with fatigue of constant nursing and per-
petual alarms. All are not unwavering in
their faith. 1t is the duty of the strong to
sustain the weak and therefore it is ne edful
that we meet together for counsel and con-
solation."
The young man looked at her with affec-
tionate reverence. The fair complexion and
shining ringlets of childhood were gone, but
a serene and deep expression of soul impart-
ed a more elevated beauty to her countenance.
He parted from her with a blessing, simply
and fervently uttered but he entered the
adjoining fields, and as he walked along he
kept her within sight until she had arrived
safely at the place of meeting. While he thus
watched her unseen, he recollected how often
his taste had been offended by the quaint
awkwardness of the Quaker garb and utter
ing aloud the sequel to his thoughts, he said,
I" But beautiful and graceful will her gar
ments be in heaven"
Soon after this interview, he departed with
a strong escort, to convey his mother and
other Catholic women into a less turbulent
district. Alice babe them farewell with un-
disguised sadness for we learn TO love those
whom we serve, and there seemed little pro-
liability that they would ever return to reside
in that troubled neishborhood.
The next time she saw Camille, he was
brought into her fathers house on a litter,
senseless, and wounded, as it was supposed,
unto death. All the restoraiives they could
think of were applied, and at last, as Alice
bent over him, bathing his temples, he OPEN
ed his eyes with a dull, unconscious stare,
which gradually relaxed into a feeble smile,
as he whispered, "My Quaker lady-bird."
Some hours afterward, when she brought him
drink, he gently pressed her hand and said,
"Thank you, dear Alice" The words were
simple, but the expression of his eyes and
the pressure of his hand sent a thrill through
the maiden which she had never before en-
perienced. That night she dreamed of wing
ed children seen through Towering vines,
and Camille laughed when the parrot called
her " Lady-bird."
Sorrow, like love, levels all distinctions,
and melts all forms in its fiery furnace. In
the midst of sickness and suffering, and every-
day familiarity with death, there was small
attention paid To- customary proprieties. No
one needed whether Camille was tended by
Alice or her mother; but if Alice were long