Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1849-02-09
ANTI-sLAvERY BUGLE, SALEM, O.


the singers, out of the copper bag, and
threw it down below.
The room had become chilly while
she had been counting out and throwing
down her money, so she stirred her al
ready glowing fire, and sat down right be-
fore it-but o to stretch her lace-like
Mary Hodgson, she began to think over
long-past doys-on soltening romcmbran-
ces of the dead and gone-on words long
forgotien-on holy stories heard at her
mother's knee.
81 cannot think what's come over me
tonight" said she. half aloud, recover
ing by the sound Of her own voice from
her train Of thought; "my head goes
wandering on them old times. Pm sure
more texts have come into my head with
thinking on my mother within this last
half hour, than I've thought on for years
and years. | hope I'm not going TO die.
Folks say thinking too much on the dead
betokens we're going 10 join 'em |
should be 10th to go just yet-such Il fine
turkey as we've got for dinner tomorrow,
too"
Knock, knock, knock, at the door as
fast as knuckles could go. And lhen, as
if the conner could not wait, the door was
opened. and Mary Hodgson stood there
as white as death.
"Mrs. Jenkins! oh, your kettle is boil
ing, thank God! Let me have the water
for my baby, for the love of God he's
got Group, and is dying -
Mrs InnkinS turpad op ho, obo;. 18th
q wooden infexible look on her face, that
(between ourselves) her husband knew
and dreaded, for all his pompous dignity.
"l'm sorry | can't oblig3 you, ma'am ;
my kettle is wanted for my ~husbands's
tea. Don't be afeared, Tommy, Mrs.
Hodgson won't venture to intrude herself
where she's not desired. You'd better
send for the doctor, ma'am, instead Of
wasting yourtimo in %wringing your hands,
ma'am-my kettle in engaged"
Mary clasped her hands together with
passionate force, but spoke no word of
cntrea,y to that wooden face--that sharp,
determined voice; but, us she turned a.
way, she prayed for strength 10 bear the
coming trial, aud strength 10 forgive Mrs.
jenkins.
Mrs. Jenkins watched her 90 away
meekly y, as n who has no hope, and
then she turned upon herself as sharply
as she ever did on any one else.
"What a brute | am, Lord forgive mel!
What's my husbands tea to a bahy's
lie In Group, too. where time is eve
rylhing. You Grabbed old vixen, you-
any one may know you never had a
child
She was down stairs (keule in hand)
before she had finished her s%elC-upbraid.
ing; and when, in Mrs. Hodgson's room.
she rejected all thanks, (Mary had not
voice for many words, saying slihly. 81
do it for the poor baby's sake, ma'am,
hoping he may live to have mercy 10
poor dumb beasts, if he does forget TO
lock his cupboards."
But she did everything, and moro than
Mary, with her young in~experience,
could have thought Of. She prepared
the warm bath, and tried il with her hus-
bands W thermometer, Mr.. jenkins
was as punctual as clock work in noting
down the temperature every day.) She
let his mother place her baby in the tab,
still preserving the same rigid aflronted
aspect, and then she went up stairs with.
Il a word. Mary longed to ask her to
stay, but dared mott; though, when she
left the room, the tears chased each 9th.
er down her cheeks faster than ever
Poor young mother! how she counted
the minutes ill the doctor should come.
But, before he came, down again slalked
Mrs. Jenkins, with something in her
hand.
''l've seen many Of these Group fits,
which, | take it, you've not, madam
Mustard p~lasterS is very sovereign, put
on the throat; I've been up aud made
one, ma'am, and. by your leave, III
put il on the poor liule fellow"
Mary could not speak, but she signed
her grateful assent.
1t began TO smart while they still kept
silence; and he looked up to his mother,
as if seeking courage from her looks TO
bear The singing pain, but she was softly
crying, to see him suffer; and her want
Of courage reacted upon him, and he be.
gan to sob aloud. Instantly Mrs. Jen-
kin's apron was up, hiding her face :
"Peep-bo, baby" said she, as morrily as
she could. His liule face frightened;
and his mother having once got the cue,
the two women kept the lille fellow u.
unused, until his plaster had effect.
"He's better-oh, Mrs. Jenkins, look
at his eyes! how different! And he
brealhes quite so(lly"-
As Mary spoke thus, the Doctor enter
ed. He examined his patient. Baby
was really better.
sit has been a sharp attack, but the
remedies you have applied have been
worth all the P~harmacopeia an hour la
ter. | shall send u powder, &C."
Mrs. Jenkins staid to henr This oninion: