Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1850-01-26
From the National Era.
Preiudicc--.A Contrast.

One day watched curious looking nest
of cateIpillars, those worms that nrc so dain-
tily dressed up in their long fur. All were
busily spinning out their sillIen webs, except
few, who were pushed away because they
had black stripes through their fur. So they
curled themselves up, and rolled away, TO
spin their webs as best thew could
came another day, and found they all
had wings of purple, or gold, or crimson
spotted. No two were alike, but all were so
beautiful that they could not tell themselves
which were the ones that had the black
stripes, when they were oil wrapped up in
their fur.
The morning sun beamed brightly upon
hill and valley, and sent its cheerful rays even
among the dark glcns and woody dells of
Edendale; fit name for the wild and pictur-
esque beauty of the Susquchanua, where Ma
ture has been lavish with her smiles and
frowns. A quiet and pretty villa graccd T.
dendale, and its beautiful loneliness was
cheered by happy circle within.
a young boy, who made their hearts glad,
skipped merrily forth, and, in n freak of
mrth, bounded over the banks and through
the glens. The wind tossed his close curls
os he ran, and brought warm glow to his
dark, olive check. Away he went, shouting
ioyiully.
Hours passed, and the child was gone yet.
Where can lac be? Is hc lost Is hc drown
ed9 were the breathlcss inquiries. The mo-
ther grew frantic, the father anxious and cx-
cited. Louis! Louis!" was shouted thro'
the woods, and resounded among the rocks (:
but 10 Louis was there. Days and weeks
, dragged on, but no tidings of Louis.
A crowd was gathered at slave auction
in one OF the large Southern cities. One
another, and another, were sold, and then
, came upon the stand Il youthful boy, whose
: beauty filled all with surprise and Interest,"
The terror-strickcn child gazed around will
| bewildercd stare. His little heart bca
, wildly, and tears chased rapidly down Iii
checks; but frightened at the threats of tlII
auctioneer, Inc pressed his hand tightly owe
his mouth TO smother the violent sobs tha
} shook his frame.
There were the same glossy clustered
: curls, sparkling eye, and the rich, olive com
plexion, that marked the joyous Louis, of r.
dendalc.
Going-going-gone aud the heavy
stroke of the hammer, as it fell, told that
Louis was n sldue.
lie was quickly pushed aside; but, as they
/, led him AWAY, a horsemnn came with fiIri
, Gus speed down the street, and checked the
reins abruptly rs lac reached the auction
: stand. Every one gazed at him in astonslI'
> ment, as he leaned forward aud looked i'll
a tently and breathless among group of slaves
"Father! iathcr!" screamed struggling
!; child, with a wild cry
l, An instant more, and the man, with ont
: bound, sprang upon the platform, and grasp
:. ed his boy. The slave-dealer covered be
~ fore the imposing dignity of the noble look
ing man who stood before him, with hi
flashing eye bent upon him in rage and in
dignation, and his quivering lips scarce find
ing power TO speak. The throng looked o
eagerly, expecting TO see his upliited arr
IN strike the offender 10 the earth, as Inc eXclain
oi ed:
s. any child slave? sldpe? Have yo
3 dared to seize and sell ,chite child?"
Is The sympathizing and excited crow
"a could no longer restrain their Indignation
e hlurmurs and threats broke forth, and the
D. cries of" Down with the kidnnppcr!" issue
l. from the tllrong. The story blIzzed throug
+ the city, and the gathered multitude were AZ
At peased only when justice was metcd out I
is the slaye-dealer and his accomplice.
lt young girl was seized and sent into sll
,r very. She had been stolen away from h6
le old blind mother, who had none else TO caI
= farther ard farther, as the young slave tro
her way YEARLY under blazing sun. Sh
Ie wrung her hands and wcpt in agony, MS s
n thought of the fate of her mother. ash
10 will strive with her sightess eyes to find n
is all the day long. Her feeble voice will ca
te Lizzy Lizzy and she will hear 10 nnsw,
&c but the lonely echo. She will wonder wi
ld am gone so long. ! cannot sit by her sic
Vs. again, and she will not hear the voice of h'
IL child any more reading TO her the Bible 81
lg loved so well. How cherries will be h,
IL days, and how sleepless will he the night
es for she will hear by and by that Lizzy is
'd slave. Oh, my mother! my motlier l cG
o. sec you no more"
as She looked back with longing, nchir
as eyes, TO where the woods and sky seemed
ry meet, as though TO catch parting glimpse
oil her home.
"Onl on" shouted the driver and !
long lash curled about the shrinking form
no the weeping Lizzy.
Ii In vain she plead when they sold her.
IL vain she told them she was free. Who car
lis for her grief? Who was there TO give h
se Justice? Who thought of the mind, the sol
ch that was to be trammeed? Alas, none
ng for her skin ,paS mol far! None sympathiz
es, with her, she was black slave.
AN Who dares TO despisc the creatures who
ss- God has created in his own image, stamp
of with the glorious seal of Immortality, aud
TO whom lie sent his well-beloved Son 10 di
in Is there Christian who cherishes such SEQ
GU or indifference in his heart? Know thysC
le- Auburn, October, 1910.
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