Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1849-02-09

his bread and milk, she laid him down as
usual on his quilt, surrounded by play.
things, while she sided away and chop.
ped suet for the mex days pudding
Early in the afternoon, u parcel came.
done up first in brown paper, then in
such a white, grass-bleached, sweet.smol-
ling towel, and a note from her dear, dear
mother, in which quaint writing she en-.
dcavored to Ioll her daughter that she
was not forgotten at Christmas time; but
that learning that Farmer Burton was
killing his pig, she had made interest for
some Of his famous pork, out Of which
she had manufactured some sausaces,
and favored them just us Mary used 10
like when she lived a, home.
Dear, dear mother !" said Mary to
herself. "There never was any one
like her for remembering other folk
What rare sausages she used to make !
Home things have u smack with 'em no
bought things can ever have. Set them
up with their sausagesl I've a notion, if
Mrs. Jenkins had ever tasted mothers,
she'd have no fancy for them town-made
things Fanny took in just now"
And so she went on thinking about
home, till the smiles and the dimples
came out again at the remembrance Of
that pretty cottage, which would look.
green, even now in the depth Of winter,
with its pyracanthus, and its holly bushes,
and the great Portugal laurel that was
her mothers pride. And the back path
through the orchard to Farmer Burton's;
how well she remembered it.. The BUSH
els of unripe apples she had picked up
there, and distributed among his pigs, till
he had scolded her for giving them so
much green trash.
She was in,erruptod-her baby Il call
him a baby, because his father and moth
or did, and because he was so little ofhis
age, but | rather think he was eighteen
months DID, had fallen asleep sometime
before, among his play-ihings an unea-
sy, restless sleep but Of which Mary
had been thankful, as his morning nap
had been too short, and as she was SO bu-
sy. Bot now he began to make such a
strange growing noise, just like a chair
drawn heavily and gratingly along a
kitchen floor. His eyes were open, but
expressive of nothing but pain.
"Mother's darling! !" said Mary, in ter
ror, lifting him up. "Baby, try not TO
make thatnoise. Notwithstanding;
what hurts him?" But the noise came
worse and wotse.
"Fannyl Fanny" Mary called, in
mortal fright, for her baby was almos,
black with his gasping breath, and she
had no one to ask for aid or sympathy
but her landlady's daughter, a liule girl
oftwelve or thirteen, who attended to The
house in her mothers absence, as daily
cook in genllemen's families. Fanny
was more especially considered the atlen.
dant Of the upstairs !odgers, (who paid
for the use of the kitchen, "for Jenkins
could not abide the smell of meat cook
ing,") but just now she was fortunately
sitting at her afternoons work Of darning
stockings. and hearing Mrs. I~Iodgson's
cry of terror, she ran TO her sitting room,
and understood the case at n glance.
"He's got the Group! Oh, Mrs. Hodg.
son, he'll die, as sure as fate. Little
brother had ii, and he died in no time
Tho doctor said he could do nothing for
him, it had gone too far, he said, if we'd
put him in Il warm bath at first, it might
have saved him bat, bless you he was
never half so bad us your baby I'M
consciously there mingled in her state
ment some Of Il child's love Of producing
an effect but The increasing danger was
clear enough.
"Oh, my baby! my baby! Oh, love!
love don't look so i'll (; | cannot bear it.
And my fire so low! There, | was think
ing Of home, and picking curranls, and
never minding the fire. Oh, Fanny !
what is the fire like in the kitchen! speak. ,
"Molher told me TO screw it up, and
throw some slack on, as soon as Mrs.
jenkins had done with it, and so | did !;
IT'S very low, and black. But, oh, Mrs.
Hodgson let me run for the doctor-I
cannot abear to hear him, IFS So like lit
tie brother"
Through her streaming tears, Mary
motioned her to go; and trembling, sink
ing, sick at heart, she laid her boy in his
cradle, and ran TO fill her kettle.
Mrs. jenkins having cooked her hus-
bands snug little dinner, to which he
came home; having told him her story
Of pussy's beating, at which he was just
ly and digniicdly (!) indignant, saying
il was all Of a piece with that abusive
"Examiner;" having received the sau-
sages, and turkey, and mince.pies, which
her husband has ordered and cleaned
up the room, and prepared everything for
tea, and coaxed and duly belnoaned her
cat, (who had pretty nearly forgotten his
beating, but very much enjoyed the pet
ling; y having done all these, and many
other things, Mrs. Jenkins safe down to
get up the real lace cap. Every thread
|, was pulled out separately, and carefully
/ stretched when, what was that? Out.
eida in the street. n chorus of mining chill,