Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1848-01-14

back parlor was thrown into the shop; the
first floor windows were draped with hanu.
ings of crimson moreen trimmed with yellov,
worsted, and the private door was bedizened
with a large brass plate. on which was in.
scribed Mr.-yes! Mr.. b. Buazard. These
Innovations We're very properly resented Inv
the whole street in which Mr.. Buzzard oar.
ried on his trade of pin-making, and Mr.. and
Mrs. Buzzard were not only cut but ouizzed
most numerically.
The only Que who suffered by the conduct
| Of Buzzard besides himself, was his pav,
door neighbor, Mr.. Scott, a very industrious
and sober sdddlcr. lie had a small trade.
which was gradually increasing by his lru-
gality and attention; but the cause of his
, prosperity prevented him from forninp anv
thing like "a social connection, and almost hi.
only friendly acquaintance was neighbor Baz.
card.
Alas their pleasant gossips in the street
doors were becoming few and far between.
Weeks had passed and Buzaard had never
popped in for a pinch of snuff as he used to
do. in fact, Mrs. Buzzard had pronounced
saddlering ungenteel, and Mr.. Scott was
scratched accordingly. The honest saddler
took this somewhat 10 heart at first, but soon
ttAofu ~ lhltlN - WI DNEAlll Out as one
whose wisdom was very questionable.
"Mr. SCOTS household consisted Of his
aged mother, and one Of those domestic nu-
]isances usually denominated a ''drab of a
girl" The old lady hitherto supplied the
place Of a better girl, but as the time stole
on she frequently urged her son to look about
him for a heIpmate 10 supply her place when
are and infunlties should make her only a
burihen to him. The saddIer would readily
have cbgycd his mothers wishes, but he had
hitherto seen no one with whom he thought
he could share the ups and downs Of life
but tina! was either too wealthy or too rem
teei
Matters were in this state when the porter
Of MIR. Idol, the siIyersmith, was seen 10 en-
ter Mr.. i. Buzzard's house with a some
what bulky parcel, and to return without 1t.
MIR. b.. Buzzard had certainly been buying
plate. and this Important news was soon COM
munlcated to every inhabitant Of the street.
Nor were Mr.. BuH2ard's honest heighbors
the only persons acquainted with the circun-
Slance--i0r one line night in June, the whole
population OF - street were reused from
their slumber by the din of ratlles and luSty
cries OF stop thief" which proceeded from
the unIled lungs of the pin maker and his
wife.
The sashes Of fifty windows were thrown
up in an instant, and a hundred heads at
least were Pecnng tneretfom in the hope of
catching a glimpse OF The thieves. Their Gu
however was doomed to be baiied,
.cf the burglars succeeded in e]llecting their
over the walls at the back ofthe house.
with them all Mr.. B. Bu2zard's new
y purchased fnery, and, alas! Betty Morri-
sons pocket book.
In the morning, the intelligence ofthe pin
loss flew from door step to door step
and down the street, like an ignited pow
der train; and there is no doubt that. had a iu-
ry OF MIR. Buzzard's %neighbors been empan-
nelIed, to try robbers, the verdict would have
been 'justifable burglary''-so very unpopu-
lar had Mr.. b. become.
A fortnight after the occurrence. David Scott
was engaged in sweeping the little yard al
the back ot his house, when he thought he
saw something red beneath the water-butt.-
Upon closer examination, he was surprised
to find a pocket book. On the fly-leaf was
written Betty Morrison, the gift of her dear
friend, Mary Gleen." Now as Mr.. Bu2-
card, in his narrative of the robbery had new
er alluded to the loss which poor Betty had
sustained, (for the pocket book, containing
neither bank notes or bills Of exchange, he
had very sarely considered to be ONO yaIpe,N
David Scott i6nocen,lv believed himself n
perfect liberty to iuspec, the contents If the
wair which he had discovered. never tbin.
kinc il had any tbinr to do with tbe "Great
BuZzard BurGlarv"22as tho adverIisemeots
in the Hue and Crv were headed.
1t was after a frugal supper, during which
old Mrs. Scott had recurred to her now dailv
theme, viz: the positive necessity of her son
TAKING unto himself a belpmate. that the sad.
dler produced the nrize which he had found
On inspectinr the rockets of the nook on.
" contained a few dried rose leaves. and \
little piece of paper enclosjnu a lock of orev
and brown hair. On the paper was written
poor dear fathers" The saddler renlaced
the little memento with a feeIing Of rever.
ence, and then restored the faded rose
leaves, believing them TO be treasured relics
H.