Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1850-02-16

Miss LANDoS.
How wearily the little news-boy plodded
along the deserted streets on that Ncw-Y cars
eve. The cold rain was beating fercely up
on him, and few tatterod garments served
60 protect him from its I1ge. All day long
had he been out amid the storm, and was
now returning, weary and hungry, to his
humble home. The street lamps were light
ed, and as Inc passed by them, you could see
by the gleam that his face was pale and ema-
eiated-could see that young as he was,
something had been there to attenuate his
features, and give him that wan and dcsolato
look which can be given only by some great
afflictioD, some piuching want, or overwhelm-
ing grief You could tell nt glance that
dark shadow wns resting upon his pathway
"a shadow out Of which there seemed, Just
then, no hope of escape. Born amid power
~ and wrefchedness, and left iatierlcss
while yet in bis cradle, his life up to that
hour had been nothing hut misery and the
whole record OF that life was written in his
pale face and tauered rags. Yet with all
Illis, as lie passed along, a close observer
might have noticed strange light in his
clear blue cye-an expression of kindly
chccriulness, such US we may not often see
in this world Of care and grief; for Gods blos-
sing was upon him--the blessing of a cheer
@e' HN .nS ""'tV" W h's hiV, ho"N'S'
ueep ana aDidlng, the gloom upon ms pam
way, however dark and fearful, dmmcd not
Rhe light that burned so quietly, and yet so
steadily within. Like the Vcstal fire of old,
it grew not dim, but threw its rays far out
over the great gloom around him; even now
aho cold storm beat upon him unhoedcd.-
There are working dreams that come upon
us sometimes when we least suspect ineih-
Drlght creams oil ioNs, ann nome, anu non-
Ven-Deautliui VISIONS OF tho lu1ure, all glori.
Gus with It's burden oil song and giadness
And such VISION ef such n iuture,
now gilded and crowded and blessed the
heart OIL mat ioirakeh boy. lie was dreah-
ing as no walked along, oil De'ier DAYS 10
come-oi the nme poverty IN ms pathway
should oepaiI, ana ihe pcaullul Io"ers
spring up TO bless nm with thelr presence
OF bright home lar away rom that great CT
~, upon whose chcerIul heaIlh Ine nre
should never go OUT ana "here munger
should never haunt him more And tlen'
into that dream oi a better lle-into that VI
SION OF cheeriui nome lar OH among the
'groen hllis-come pleasant iace-the iace
oths beloved nioiher. he couid see her as
she SAT by tho laillce al lhe quiet evening
hour, roaolng the sacred bloie, WIN the ihs1
red rays restlhg IKE glory upon ner Drow'
while mo rose-ieai tremDied nj the WINDOW
and the little violeis folded themselves 10
sleep. very pleasant was the picture tnere
passing before tne gaze oil that ragged chlid
very glorious the panorama oil green nils
and Mowers ana singing birds-very Deauti-
ful that humble cottage, hall covered ny 'he
clustering iohage; ana his heart thrilled ana
heavca with strange rapture, such Joy, as
the stficken poor can never Know, save Wnen
some good anger comes uowh iroin ihe pIue
heaven, ana DeCkOnS tncfn away from tnt
ha'inis oi wo ana want IN wiilch tley suiier
10 the nee AR ana the blessed sunshine
but tne uroahi naa passed; inc sun nae
set; tne mowers iauen; tne couage disaP
peared: vi aii tnat peaulliui VISION, so cheer
lng and 80 glorious, no trace remained n'
ssso ~ R,,I, 80 y, o ut, nS of he ,o,,'
IS. owe Tba dartno.s cane oro,,nd lin
onJ hs 1aund himself % there ami a,nid ,be storm, @
in the silent streets of TINT great and sinfi,
city. So gathering his garments more close
lv about him. he hurried along to his home
with a PRAYER upon his lips, and Gods sun
light In his heart Turning into an obscur
street, = few steps brought him to the door Q
wretchcd dwelling which he entered. Fol
low now, and behold a scene of want an
penury, such as may bo found sometimes j
this world OF ours--a scome upon which me
look with unconcem, but on which, than
God! the angels gaze with joy; n HON
where poverty struggles with a brave hear
and is uncOnquered.
Before the fire sat pale, sad woman, NJ
on whose features the traces of great lovel
ness were still visible, though sorrow hu
sharpened them somewhat, and ghastly wal
done much to dim their beauty. Upon h'
high and placid brow the blue veins WEI
clearly visible, as the blood coursed throug
them with unwonted rapidity. Her lars
dark eyes were dim with tears. Some ne
sorrow had started airesh the scaled lounta
of her grief; and now, as she gazcd silent
upon the red embers in all the utter agony