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

he would rise early, and 90 to and fro through
the streets Of the great city, and look on what
he had heard Of, read of, written Of; but had
never seen! A certain naughty place, they
say, is paved with good resolutions and If
so, many a quaint mosaic has been contrlbn-
ted by Cathcart Crawley.
Now Cathcart had a cousin. Well, you
" i'll say, and has not many a man a cousin !
Yes; but Cathcart's was a bright, warm
hearted girl, who, vi must own,.was a little
tinged with romance; for, were 1t not so,
how could she have made a hero out OF ease
loving Cousin Crawley!
Lazy, dawdling, lie-a -bed.in-the-moining
people. were Rose Braudon's ayersloni but
Cousin Cathcart was not one OF these, lor-
he had written a Sonnet TO Guides Aurora !
Rose Brandon's heart was overlooking with
warm and genial charity and many a dark
and poverty-stricken fre-side had been bright
ened by her presence on a stormy day. And
was not Cousin Cathcari a ministering angel
to the children Of want; for-had he not writ
ten an Essay on the Prevention of Pauper-
ism Rose Brandon's love was the out-gush-
ing of an ardent soul, ready 10 make any sa-
criGce for the object Of its affections, and Cou-
sin Cathcart would he an adoring lover; for
had he not written to prove the ccstacy of
dying for the beloved?
All. CaIhcait was a sentimentalist-on pa
per! a phiIanthropist-on paper! a lover
on paper and, by the aid OF the above-mcn-
toned romance, Rose transferred all loveable
qualities from the paper to the man. 1t was
IA sad mistake, Rosy, dear; but one that has
been made by older heads than yours. Ii
was in vain that Aunt Prudence sought 10
undeceive Rose-in vain that brother Frank
laughed at lazy Cousin Crawley for Cupid
was busy weaving meshes over the lnalden's
eyes, thinking, pretty tricksier,' TO succeed
in making them blind as his own.
Rose said the mischievous boy, one win
ter morning, when he was buitonlng his over
coat, = | wonder how Cousin Cathcart would
like to get up and join our skating party :!
How ! should like TO see him, though, just
for once in the morning; what a sight 1t
would be!'
How silly you talk, Frank, Cousin Cath
cart devotes all his mornings 10 study
TO study!' and Frank laughed, as young
light-hearted boys will laugh, right merrily.
why, Rosy, he must be studying the dots
on the counterpane, or the figures on the cur
tain, for he never rises till eleven or twelve
o'clock
'Oh, Frank, how can you say so? Cath
cart knows the value of time too well to waste
it in such a Manner
Does he, though! Well, III bet-Ill
bet a new sled, Cathcart don't get out of bed
till the middle of the day in winter! Will
you bet! Oh, there's Ned Morris! Good
by, SIS and with another ringing laugh,
Frank ran TO join his companion.
Il wish Frank was not so Wild soliloqui-
zed his sister, after he had gone; and | wish
Aunt Prudence would not speak so unkindly
of Cathcart. If | thought for a moment he
were what they say he is, | would-yes, |
am sure ! w~ould-despise him.
Winter wore on, and while Cousin Cath
cart, after extricating himself with difficulty
from a mass Of covering, wheeled a chair to
the fire, and wrote pathetically of destitution,
and transcendentally Of relief, Cousin Rose
might be seen wrapped in a heavy cloak, ma
king her daily visits to the house of a poor
widow who was suffering from illness, bro't
on by everlasting a feeble frame. in the en-
deavur to support herself and two small chill
dren.
Il shall be obliged to leave town for two
or three weeks said Rose, after she had
made all comfortable for the invalid, one cold
morning but my little Nelly here will, !
am sure, prove a good nurse until my return
The sick woman's heart sunk within her,
for Roses daily visits had been The only sun
shine of her dreary home. 1t was not Roses
benelactions alone, but her soothing words,
her cheerful, hopeful manner, that gave new
life 10 the way-worn creature, who had no
other earthly friend, and tears she could moi
Tepress started 10 her eyes, as she thought OF
weeks elapsing without the presence of her
benefactress.
Il am very selfish, my dear young lady,
sobbed poor Mrs. Brown, : but you have been
very good to me, and | cannot bear the tho
OF being so long without seeing you. | can
never be thankful enough for your kindness,
and it the prayers Of a poor creature like me
can bring blessings, they will ever be offered
up for YOU
There is a friend of mine. and Rose blush.
ed as she spoke, who is one of the mos
kind-hearted beings in the world | will gel
him TO call on you while | am absent, and,
if al any time, you should require immediate
attention, send for him he will not delay
coming to YOU
May God bless you, my dear young lady
and grant that ! may see you again. said
the widow, as she took the paper on which
Rose had written the address Of Cathcar
Crawley.
That evening, Cousin Ca,hcart was sitting
beside Rose, in the warm, w~ell-lighted par
lor, and as a sudden gust of wind rather moi
silly closed an unfastened shutter, he threw
himself back with a shudder: 'Oh, it i.
shocking 10 those who, like me, feel so keen.
ly for the miseries of poor, suffering humans
ty, "a favorite phrase this of Crawley's,O i
is shocking to think, on such a night as this
-'Sore pierced by wintry winds,
How many shrink into the sordid hut
OF cherries poverty!
Oh, what mighty efforts should be made BY
true philanlhropists to drive The curse of pc
verify from the land Men should be laugh
to feel that they are brothers, and society b,
upheaved from its foundation, SO that eacl
may have an equal share in the good gift
which of right belong to all