Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1848-02-18

4 ntAt "he ''b'A az tiNb hDhoC Nlllg DAk VIC
couldn't taste ii; lis very aisy to give the
body enough when the heart is full. On the
third day she wrapped him in her old cloak
and called me 10 help her; so we carried him
10 the grave ourselves, without shroud or cof-
I'm, for the ncighbors were too hard put to it
IL keey themselves alive to mind ~ or our
dead. Sure twas the great God gave strength
TO mother that day, Tor nothing was too hard
for her. We scraped out the earth and ber-
ried him. Mother didn't speak all the time.
Only shivered, ana put her lace alune her
hands and thin she got up quite stout aud
walked home 50 fast that | conld scarcely
keen no wild her. No sooner wor We in than
she tainted away; an whin she come to-,
THANK God he's berried ~ says she; Win
l'm gone, mavourneen, If we wor 10 90 on
yer Bonded knees to the neighbors, make 'em
mt me down beside him. That won't be
long, ses she, ''for | hear him calling me-"
! thought maybe she was tired, an eHthrdit-
ed her 10 ale, but she wouldn't. Thin she
nut her arms round me, an drew me to her,
and called Inc her idir-haired sou. her father
less boy. and said the orpiian's Coo would
protect me. forgot the pulse Of her heart
stopped whin father laid low, and win size
! said '.Go to sleep, darliHt, for ye need 1t sore,"
/ slept in her bosom Tor | was raio tired
/ Whin | woke, my forehead was agin some
thing cold. Och! twas mothers neck, an
the hand | held was stiff. She was dead
A hard sorrow was rasping her heart, an 1t
nuttered like a bird in a light grip, and at
last /, got away. Thin was alone. Thin
came the grief and the heart IhroubIe intire-
". Though 1 could hardly crawl, got to
the next house and brought EN- to see II she
was dead all out; for though twas plain G.
nougl, / wouldn't believe she was gone In
aimest, an thought it might be weakness,
an she'd get the better of it,. But when all
failed, thin by a dale Of coaXing | got a man
to put her beside my father think size
wouldn't rest aisy any where else; an wnin
she rises from the grave she'll see keptheT
word. Och! lady, didn't ! feel bitterly VAIN
she was covered up from me, an J lost the
hand that used to stroke down my hair. an
The loving words and the sweet smile J
always stay beside the grave except whin
! hunger, that has no nature in il, drives me
away.
Those fine bright days don'tagreo wild me
at all. Once | ..sed to like to see the sur
dazzling, and the strames looking up so good
humorsdly at him but now everything seems
swimming before my eyes, full of binding
tears, an the sky seems laughing at ME-, an
the little birds in 'cm seem to be making game
OF my grief. But sure they nave no feeling
that way, the cralhurs! An the only thing
that gave me any comfort, was this morning,
whin | saw a little flower in the grass wild
the dew on it,. | don't know why, but it
seemed sorry for me it looked like Il blue
eye full OF tears. No one else spake kindly
to me since my mother died bat it; for didn't
it spake Yes, it told me the great God
made it, an sent it there to comfort me; an
to say He'd mind me, the last on the stem.
SO | thanked him on nv knees, although
don't know much about Him at all. | wish
| did.
Thin whin | looked up, thoughto Of Norah.
an how happy she was; looking down, may
he wild her face all covered wild sunshine
an | felt a sort Of giadness; but whin re
Numbered my father an mother, the pain sho
through me agin. For they say they're il
purgnihOry, aud must stay there a long TIM
tor dying widout the Glergy. That's wha
kills Inc lntlrely to think OF my poor fdlhe
that niyer said an i'll word to me, and my Owl
ge~nlle-tempered, soft-natured mother tina
would lift a worm sooner nor tread on it, Il
be in such burning pain! My head burn
whin | think Of it,. I'd rather live anyway
Tor | couldn't be there looking at mother sui
iering an | know | wouldn't 20 to heaven
because I'm not innocent, like Norah. Ii II
only strength, I'd wear my knees out, pray
ing round the " stations" to get 'em out; bu
that will niyer be, for my heart strings NO
lied round my mother and they're pullin
me into the grave, for death couldn't loOs
'em.
was a child afore all the woe happene
to me. ! don't feel like a child man, thong
us not many months since, for, o lady, A.
hear. is grOwn ouAd. | didn't break my ia,
since yesterday but when ] try to az fc
something, tho blood comes into my face, al
my tongue won't spake for me. An whin
DO tell my story, Ills too common Il one to b
minded, an they won, believe I'm tellin
truth for they don't know how heavy IN
heart is, or the squeezing in my heart. Pee
pic arn't pitlful at all now nothing shuts II
the heart like famine it has cruel and woT
derful power, for it puts mother out OF m
head. Sometimes I'm afraid I'm too woa
10 get back to the grave. | wouldn't lave
at all, only 70: fear OF the purgathory.
Lady, your speech is gintle, an your eyt
are full, like the flower in the grass. We sd
We will shelter an feed me. O, if We cou.
give me back my darling mother! An' y
say she isn't in purga,hory; but, may-b
Gods good Son took her TO Himself. Bies
ings on yer fair head, my lady, It's kind
meant. o, if | could believe that! An
saw | NAV 90 straight there too Il wou
raise my head to think so. If yell on
teach me how, I'll live To sarve ye. I'll
T., the worlds end 10 do yer biJdinu. |
die to sarve ye; yes, twice over for yer SAX
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