Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1849-06-08

llllh ilGlllSGlNCo III uulSClS dllu uIG very !
aptto be offended if any che hints at the
truth.
Farmer Williams had a neighbor nam,
ed Gambril, who was a poor degraded
sot. He had once been in good circum-
stances; but drink had ruined him, and
brought his family 10 want. No one re.
specled Gambril. Thoughtless and cru
eli boys hooted at or threw mud upon
him, as he went staggering along the
road; and men, when they spoke TO him,
did so rudely. He was u by-word, and
an object Of contempt or pity throughout
the whole neighborhood.
A few days after Mr.. Williams had re-
marked upon the stEange reluctance
shown by Mary when asked 10 draw a
mug Of cider, Ganlbril went staggering
past, just as the family were leaving the
dinner-table.
ooh dear - said Mrs. Williams, as
she looked from The window, there goes
that miserable creature. What an object
TO 90 home TO his family. | don't won
der that poor Mrs. Gambril is heart-bro-
KEN And she sighed as she turned a.
way.
""He's a worthless, drunken fellow"
said the farmer. "No good 10 himself
or any body else. III had my way with
such men, | would send them all to the
workhouse."
"What a hopeless life she must lead,"
remarked Mrs. Williams, alluding to the
wife Of Gambril.
eyes; hopeless enough, no doubt"
said the farmer.
"-And, 10 all the suffering and toll she
has to bear, TO have this disgrace laid up
on herself and children. 1t seems us if
it would kill me !"
While Mrs. Williams was speaking,
little Mary came and stood in front of
her, and looked earnestly in her face.
Little Moggy cries so, sometimes"
said the child.
''Does she :" said Mrs. Williams, lay
ing her hand on Mary's head. "What
makes her cry 2"
"She cries when her father comes
home staggering, as he went along just
now. Oh! know she will cry when she
sees him."
Poor Maggy! Aint you sorry for
her?"
ooh, yes!" And Mary laid her face,
with a sober air, down in her mothers
lap.
While Mary stood thus, her father cal
led her and said, "Come, Molly /! ] want
you TO get me a mug Of cider" He hal
already lighted his pipe.
Mary lifted her face, and turning, went
slowly toward her father, ovincing re
same reluctance to execute his wishes
that she had before shown. As she
reached out her hand 10 take the mug,
her father saw that tears were in her blue
eyes.
What's the matter dear !" said he,
kindly, putting an arm around his child,
and drawing her 10 his side. As he did
so, she laid her face down upon his knee
and sobbed.
"Why, Mary, child, what ails you?"
inquired the farmer, feeling surprised
g lou needn't draw The cider, if you don't
want to; | can 60 and get it myself"
Mary sobbed a liutle while, and then
her feelings became quiet,
"Never mind, DEAR" said her father,
making u motion 10 rise. s. will 90
into the cellar and get the cider"
As The father said this, Mary suddenly
and eagerly caught hold of his hand,
and drawing him down hard, said, "Oh.
no, no! Don't go and get it, father"
Farmer Williams was COMPOUNDED by
so unexpected an appeal from liI,lo Mary.
He could not understand her. mot get
it, child" said he. Why, what do
you mean 2"
"Oh, no! Don't drink any more Of it,"
returned the child, earnestly. Mr.. Ches.
Ter says you are nothing but "a cider-bar-
rel now, and will be as bad as Mr.. Gam
bril- before five years"
Who said Ina, 2" asked the farmer
in amazement.
Mr.. Chester" replied the child, in
nocently. 81 heard him say so one day
when was over there. He didn'l know
that | was just outside of the window"
Mr.. Chester said so !" calculated the
astonishcd farmer.
"Oh, yes,' added the child "and
Mrs. Chester says she pilies mother and
me. ] stole away and ran home as fast
as | could and then | cried so. But you
are not a cider-barrel, and won't be like
Mr.. Gambril 7"
"No, dear, will not" said Mr.. Will
liams, recovering himself, and taking bis
dear little girl in his arms. "There goes
the mug out of the window !"-and he
threw it out as he spoke-"so you will
never have to draw any more cider for
me-"
And you won't drink any more Of
it?" inquired the little girl.
"No not another drop 4" replied the
father, in the enthusiasm of the moment.
"Oh, | am so glad !" exclaimed Ma