Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1849-06-15
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For ire Anti S~laUery Bugle.
BETTER STARTE THAN STEAL.
A little ragged boy
BY a bakers window stood;
And sadly gaIed with longing eye
On the plenteous stores Of food.
The day was almost spent
And hundreds had trod that sire,
All pampered aud sickly, the punishment
OF having too much to eat;
While that lone helpless child,
Though the morn had come and goue.
And noon had passed. aud all nature smiled
As the night came gently on,
Had touched no crumb of bread,
Though around him plenty seemed;
While even the senseless dogs were fed
lie staryed,-and the daylight beamed!
What could his crime have been
That such doom he must endured
Could one so young, be so stepped in sin
As to merit it! HIS Vas poor!
A woman passing by
Beheld the wo-worn boy
One who loved to make the fearful eye
OF the mourner beam with JOY.
She dropped, as il by chance.
Some biscuit at his feet,
Aud her yisage wore a brighter glance
As she passed adown the street
The boy beheld the prize
And quickly snatched it up.
With a beam Of joy in his fearful eyes
And a spirit bright as bore.
Then homeward turned in haste
TO share the mite he had,
With joyous thanks in peace to taste
What made his hearts SO glad.
But now he turns again
With a look of conscious pride,
To the Iady's side he quickly ran,
Through the moving human tide.
Then holding forth the cake,
As one who scarce endures
1he inroads that haggard famine makes
Said, "madam these are yours
You dropped them at my feet
Up yonder in your track.
As You came along adown the street
And l have brought them back"
The woman paused and smiled,
As one, who ia pleasure takes
What's lost, and said You are hungry child
Then why not keep the cakes!"
"Oh madam I'm almost dead
For the want of a little food.
have begged, but none will give me bread
And the people are SO rude!
My mother is sick at home
With nothing at all to eat,
And CRYING, she gave me leave to CONF
A begging in the street.
Kind lady," murmered he
You know nothow | feel
And yet if you can not GIVE them to me
I'd rathey Stare than steal"
The woman helped the boy
For she had a woman's heart;
And the feeble mother wept for JOY.
At the tale he did impart.
Bot men heard not Of him
That boy, whose heart could feel
The cravings OF hunger fierce and grim,
Net vvould rather starXe than steal
For the world has other things
And actions 10 applaud,
Il would rather smile on the pride of kings,
With MiammoD for its God,
And the warriors crimson plume
Tothe gazing eyes of men
A.. he digs in his mother earth the tomb
or heaps and heaps of slain,
Is a more endeaiiug sight
Than a lone and ragged one
Who would rather die for the True and Rig
Than live as the base have done.
Aud even those who love
The noble and the pure,
Have their POM oil VISION hlSn aOONS
The place of the low and poor,
IT'S he who lives in health,
Well fed and clothed the while,
And gives but a 1.-THE from the boarded wea
Which he won perchance by guile
Who gives to the needy poor.
While he ne'er has known its truth,
Has the lurury of doing good
And enjoys the sweets of earth.
lis such the world will praise
While ages shall endure,
Refusing ever TO wrea;he its bays
Round the brow OF the low and poor.
J. b
Salem.
THE GALLOWS-G0ERS.
Ely THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH.
p and make ready, We lovers of fun!
On with your holiday dress and be gay!
Tow that the Sheriff has work to be done,