Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1849-01-26
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for the place by which he obtained entrance
into the garden, it was found that the fence
had been deliberately taken down for his adj
But Of this, as of the other rogue
ries, no notice was taken.
A few nights after, the clothes were left
hanging upon the line, to receive the bleach
ing influences Of the dew, but at morning the
line was found cut in several places, and the
snowy clothes were trailing on the ground,
soiled, tfampled, and much injured. Several
OF the tnest fruit trees were robbed of their
young, unripe fruit, panes Of glass were bro
ken in the barn windows, and in some of the
out-honses, the weathercock was stoned down
from the barn, the gate of the front yard was
unhinged, and carried, no one knew whittier,
flower beds were dug up and trampled upon,
vines cut and destroyed, sticks, stones and
filth thrown down the well-and, in short,
one depreciation followed SO fast on the heels
Of another, that the Taylors were in a con-
slant state of excitement, and it required all the
influence the parents could exert over their
children, TO prevent their flaming out into
open hosiiIities agains, their neighbors.
Nor were these the only annoyances to
which they were subject. There was scarce
ly a portable article in or about the house
that was not, al some time or other, borrow "
ed by the Lawrences, who, as a rule, retain
ed every thing I'LL it was sent for, when it
was returned soiled, broken, or otherwise out
of order. Numberless quarts of milk. dozens
of eggs, pounds Of pork and beef, butter and
cheese, were purchased upon credit, and
though promises TO pay were plentiful and
always ready, yet the payment in money was
always, for some ready-coined reason, defer
red.
But under all these provocations, the pa
thence of Mr.. Taylor held out wonderfully
No favor was ever refused the troublesome
neighbors, no retaliatory measures were ever
taken, every cause Of offence was avoided
be had always a kind, courteous ord for
them when he met them, and all the civilities
of life were observed by him towards them,
as punctiliously as though they had been his
best friends. The townspeople, who knew
both parties, advised Mr.. Taylor to complain
Of the troublesome family, TO prosecute them,
or TO take other retalitory measures, and as
sured him that the more he bore with them,
the more he would be trampled upon; , but
the good man had theory OF his own, which
he seemed determined to carry into practice,
and his usual reply was, wait a little long
er; they will stop their pranks bye and bye
But an incident soon occurred which very
nearly caused a quarrel, and which tried even
Mr.. Taylor's forbearance and genileness. al
most beyond endurance. Little Lucy Tay-
lor was the owner Of a pair of pet doves,
white as the new-fallen snow, and tame as
the old puss that purred in the chimney cor
ner. They were cherished with the utmost
tenderness, were allowed in the house like
children, were fed from the hand, fondled in
the bosom, and were nursed as carefully as
infants. Harmless as they were beautiful,
they were never molested by the neighbors
or the passers-by, who often stopped to regard
them with admiration.
As Lucy was going out early one morning
10 feed her little favorites, she was met at the
door by one of them, who flew tTemblingly,
and in terror TO her bosom, where it nestled,
with a slight cry, for protection. The little
girl was not long in ascertaining the cause of
its fright, for at that very instant, Dick Law
renee, half intoxicated, hurled the other by
the neck into the road, where it fluttered and
struggled for a few moments, and then lay
motionless and dead. Lucy sprang into the
road in an agony, and catching up her ~lifeless
pet. burst out in violent grief:
oh, Mr.. Lawrence! how could you : my
poor dove! it's dead us lead =
Yes guess you'll find it is-as dead as
a door nail ) was The reply Of the brutal fell
low and if you don't want the neck of the
other one twisted off in the same way, YOU
had better keep it 10 home.'
OH! dear! oh dear! my poor dove -
How couH you kill it, Mr.. Lawrencel 1t
never did you, or any body else any harm y
and the little girl wept aloud, while the big
tears rolled fast over her cheeks.
well, look out for the other one, or I'll
serve that in the same way he harshly call
ed out, as he staggered of to the tavern.
Weeping as though her cart was broken,
holding the dead dove in her hand, and hug
ging The living one TO her bosom, which vet
tre mbled with fear, Lucy walked mournfully
into the house, where, laying both the birds
in her mothers lap, she threw herself into
her arms, and burying her face in her bosom,
sobbtd piteously. 1t was in vain that the
mother sought 10 soothe her; the torrent of
her daughters grief would not be checked,
and she allowed the child 10 weep herself in
TO calmness.
Fanny and the boys gathered round, and
while the former mingled her tears with her
sister, the latter gave vent to their indigna-
ton in a torrent Of fiery invective, that Mrs.
Taylor could not hush.
AS sure as Pm born, I'd prosecute that
fellow, if il cost the every cent | was WORTH
was the remark of one boy.
Prosecute him !" repeated the hot.headed
George, I'D shoot him! Fathers more of a
christian than he ought to be, if he stands
that fellows nonsense any longer
I'm sure he's the baddest man that ever
did live!' sobbed in little Fanny.
And even the mild, calm face of Mr.. Tay-
Tor crimsoned for a moment, with indigna-
ton, TO The very roots of his hair, as he saw
the dead dove, his weeping children, the ex-
ciIement of his boys, and listened to the sto-
~ of their wrongs. But the angry flush
died away instantly from his cheek and
brow, and not till then did he trust himself
to speak and then this language was caIcu-
lated TO allay their grief and anger, to inciie
them I! forbearance and forgiveness, and to
induce them to overlook entirely tho whole
affair. And it was finally agreed by the