Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1848-05-05

beth was with every form of suffering, she
was cut to the heart. a second situation was
procured for her in one Of the L. facto-
ries, and terrific threats were made in case Of
a second dismissal.
Remember! = was Mrs. WestoD's parting
language, remember! if you are dismissed
from this mill, you are never to come again
to this house, or to ask Of me any favor; for
if you Uere dying in the streets, | would not
admit you again 10 my family. So remem-
Der, Miss, and never dare darken my doors
again, if you lose this place by your miscon-
duct, as you did the other!'
Terrified beyond measure at Mrs. Weston's
fearful language, Elizabeth went to l.
to her new situation. For a time all went on
smoothly she was treated with more of the
semblance of kindness than ever before, those
with whom she mingled were ignorant Of her
past history, and though they thought her de-
meanor singular, and her whole department
unaccountable, yet it was passed over with
the usual comments.
Not many weeks had elapsed, however,
before unfavorable Tumors reached l.
from her native town (; and Immediately, such
is human nature, uneducated, and unimbued
with a spirit of charity, what was before
deemed only singular, was now construed in
to indications Of guilt-and Elizabeth felt a
renewal of the troubles through which she
had passed. Again complaints were institu-
ted against her, again she became an object
of dislike and prejudice, and again she re-
ceived a discharge from her situation. What
now was the poor girl to. do3 She had little
TO hope, and everything to fear from her for
mel guardians; she had no friends, no rela-
tives, no money, no employment, no charac-
ter-alas, what could she dol
As she thought upon her situation, despair
filled her soul and as she judged the future
by the past, aud remembered how her whole
life had been one bitter trial, she longed to
die. What attractions had life for herl Why
should she drink longer Of the cup that was
u~nmitigated in its bitterness?
The sun of her last day of life went down,
and she walked by the bank of the rolling
river; despair settled more hopelessly upon
her, and a longing for death each moment
growing stronger within her. She reached
the bridge-she stood still, and gazed now
into the running water, and now at the holy
stars, which alone beheld her agony. Tears
rolled over her cheeck-not the first she had
wept, though they were the lasi-and with
the one thought that Eternity could have moth
ing i'll store for her, worse than she had eX-
perienced in Time, and The vague belief that
the God Of whom she had heard, but in real
ity knew but little, compared with other NOR
tails, would not censure the deed she was
about to perpetrate, she plunged into the riv-
er- there were a few death-struggles-a
slight effort TO escape the lot she had chosen
and the life that had been so darkened by tri-
ais was surrendered to Him who gave it.
We may not vindicale the act, although
the poor girl seemed driven to the fell deed,
as the chamois is driven over the precipice
by the pursuing hunters but let us express
no word of censure on a Frustrated spirit, be-
cause it could not raise itself, before its re-
surreclion from the grave