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

and hoped ! had no one | knew in London.
She then told Inc TO go down into the kitch-
en- until she rang the bell for me. The boy
who had showed me up, lighted me into the
Kitchen, where he pointed to a large box, and
said, "Ihat's where you Sleep and then he
LETT me alone. 1t was very cold, and | could
not help crying a little, but | thought | was
going to work for you dear mother, and
when ! got rich, to come home and make you
happy"
'Rather prosy,' said the saddler, lurninr
over three or four pages of the book.
Never mind, 90 on" replied Mrs. Scott.
81 like it all the better. | can understand
it."
al have now been here n week. worl,
pretty hard have TO do everything myself.
except 10 clean the boots and knives. Some.
times get tired, for mistress is very fond of
ringing the bell, and it is a long way from
the kitchen to the drawing room"
"How like Mrs. Buzzard," said Mrs.
Scott.
"However, | work very cheerful, and
whenever | get low or tired, | think this will
do TO talk about, and laugh at, when coma
home. My mistress will not call me Betty
but Morrison; she says Morrison is more
genteel."
The saddler turned over another page or
two.
"CHRIsTMAs DAY-I had dressed up nv
kitchen with holy, as fused to do at the par
sonage; but mistress happened to to come in
to the kitchen, made me pull it all down, as
she said it was vulgar now-a-days."
II begin to think that it must be Mrs. Duz-
zlrd. too" said the saddler.
,.NySfpr and mistress wont ont 70 J;r,o-
| could hardly believe that it was Christmas
day. | sat down by the fire when | had done
my work, and thought how all the folks at
Grassvale, were making merry, whilst | was
all alone, in a London kitchen, without one
soul 10 speak to, | had such a cry, mother
and then | was so angry with myself.
knelt down and prayed God not to let me be.
come ungraieiui and discontented; then | rot
my bible, the one that dear old master gave
me, and then | read a great deal, until | ne
yer felt so happy in my life"
David" said Mrs. Scott, "whoever did
that wouldn't make a bad wife 2"
"iJCe, mother :" And the sadiler turned
several Of the leaves without knowing what
he was doing.
"March Ill have offended my mistress
very much, but | an sure | have done right.
are to have a grand party on the l4th,
and mistress has been busy making iellies
and sweet things, but all the time she has
been quite IN a furry in case any body should
see her. This morning a knock cauc at the
door, and she said to me-'Morrison, say
lm out, whoever it is bat | shall be tel
ing a lie, ma'am' | answered-'ha | not bet
Ter say you're busyr On. how angry she
with me. Is it not strange that mistress
should wish me to say that which was not
rue! She would be angry, and quite right,
lid tell her a lie. must pray God to lead
ne moi into temptation.
"Nlarch 20-Mistress is still very sulky,
| would rather offend her than do wrong.
They have been out IA great deal lately, and
! have had to sit up very late, and by myself.
London is a very lonely place, but I do not
complaint get more time to read my bible,
and TO write down these things TO talk over
when | come home"
She seems very fond of her home" re-
the saddler.
And | dare say it's a very poor one" said
his mother, "she wouldn't neglect a better,
I'll be bound"
DO you think she is the ," here
paused.
"Who!" inquired his mother.
The pleasant looking girl at Buzzard's."
81 shouldn't wonder," exclaimed Mrs.
Scott; "I'll ask at once.''
mo, mother" said the saddler; 81 think
y think III do that myself" and he left the
Dom. When the saddler got into his SHOP
lie paused to take another peep in Betty Nor
-lson's pocket book, and read
mistress is very cross and unkind to me,
will hanr IL oil Nh ,,b,t ,o,Il -, .f
fer for any one that | loved as dearly as | do
you, mother"
The saddler gave a short cough, and pro-
reeded at once TO the house Of his neighbor
BnZzafd.
When Betty opened the door, David Scott
as though he had some great words in his
which were choking him, but when he
Betty the pocket book, and saw the
Joy dancing amid the tears in her eyes, the
thought that the difficulty of choosing
a wife was not SO great as he had imagined
at one time.
The poor girl thanked him again and again
for restoring her lost treasure. "Not," she
said, that it was worth any thing, sir, but
it was given to me by a very dear friend, and
and mydear mother at home, looks forward
10 that book TO know, to know
"How good a daughter she has in Lon
said the saddler, and then, as fearing
to trust himself further, he hurried :" rood
and rushed back into his W shop.
After this interview-it seems very surpri-
sing-but Betty was continually meeting Mr..
If she went on an errand, Mr.. Scott
contrived to say, " How do you do 2"
or give her a nod and smile. If she went TO
which she always did when she could
obtain permission from her mistress, Mr..
Scott was sure to overlake her, or meet her
on her way, and then he would go 10 church
too.
Can You guess what all this led to! If
you cannot, read the following extract from
pocket book:
"July 3I-Mr. Scott has written me such
a kind letter. | have answered it, by telling
him that | must consult my dear mother and
Mrs. Hartley. Mr.. Scott SAWS his mother