Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1850-06-01
ont at the PicNics in the grand old woods of Ohio.


ent at the PcNics in the grand old woods of Ohio.
A Mr.. and Mrs. Humphrey are now singing
song that touches every heart and brings tears
10 all eyes "Be kind TO the loved ones" Be
kind to thy father, thy mother, thy brother, thy
sister. 1t is soul. subduing song. I wish all
Heaven and Earth could hourly sing it to u.s.
They do-the Universe is ever singing to us,
"Be kind to the loved ones" Now Scotch
man is speaking a poem in Scotch. Now an
Englishman is singing, f" A mans a man for a
that "a song that entities Burns to an earthly
immortality il he had never written any thing
else. 1t should be cngravcn on every child's
heart, and the sentiments Of it incorporated into
the spiritual nature of every human being.
Now a dialogue is being spoken by some young
girls and boys about going a Maying, and choos-
ing and crowning their May Queen. The de-
sign and execution are beautiful. The dialogue
was written by Abby Ballou, Adins daughter,
and the kind and most successful teacher OF the
children. 1 never saw children better educated.
Part of it is spoken and part sung. They are
now choosing their Queen, (Liz1ic Humphrey
and the subject girls and boys are presenting
their offerings, wreaths Of flowers and books
Indeed, 1 can scarcely keep from joining the
merry and happy group. Surely it is enough
to soften thc stcncst and humanize the most
sayasc natures to minglc hearts with these chill
drcn The May Queen is eight years old, and
as lovely in spirit and expression as her mates
represent her to be. She is born queen, so un-
affected and unconscious Of all around. This is
to me the grooming act of this occasion. The
Cold Water Doctor is now singing song, "My
own rural home, the home of my boyheod.' 1t
is beautiful song, and to one who is born and
who grows up in the country, it is song that
makes melody in the heart Oliver, dost thou
remember the home of thy boyhood; No mat
ter where it may have been, in a sweet vale, be-
meath frowning mountain brow, or amid dark
and gloomy forests, it is the spot to which thy
heart fondly turns. Oh, my heart twines
around the home of my boyhood / have seen
many lovelicr spots, but none lives in my heart
like that in which the bold, bounding heart Of
boyhood laughed, shouted and rompcd out
wildly its ovcrfowing joys. Would that every
child of earth had sweet country home Of
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est memories. Most unnatural is childhood to
the children Of cities
Now they have adjourned the exhibition and
are partaking refreshments. 1t now o'clock,
and we have spent half an hour in taking re-
frcshments. A feast it has been to my spirit
Some dozen children my playmates of 2 years
of agc-gathcrcd around me, and we have just
let our hearts rush into one another-we have
been sharing our best affections and sympathics
with one another. They wanted to take game
of hide c-and seek and blind mans buff with me,
but these plays were not put down as part of
the exercises. What pity; for we children
could have done that up right smart.
Now some merry music from the Band, and
six of the little girls in the bower. in the oppo-
site corner, are dancing. and my heart, If not
my feet, is going in unison. Now sweet child
of three years is speaking, and there is much
laughter, and she, dear child, thinks they are
laughing at her, and she cries out, " Don't laugh
at me-" This raised one shout of laughter. Her
remark came out so gently, earnest, so be-
sccching in look and tone 1t smotc my heart
like death. Her grief burst out in sobs and
tears and the manager Of the exercises caught
her in his arms and she hid hor face in his boz
som and geve vent to her grief. What change
came over this audience The silence of death
succeeded the laugh, and the faces but now
convulscd with laughter were wet with tears OF
sympathy for the suffering child, for her suffer-
ing is deep and real
Various speakers arc now taking part, adults
and children. Oliver, it is good to be here
surrounded by children, flowers, and under a
bower of cvergreens, and looking into the loving,
intelligent face OF this audience. l would l
could live amid such scenes. Oh, the contrast
between this scene of love, joy and goodness,
and the scene was in last week in New York
Il is difficult to feel that was then, as am
now, among human beings. 1t is difficult to
feel that these loving spirits of the same race
as were those poor, besotted impersonations oi
the religion and politics of New York who in
vaded and broke up the Anti-Slavery meetings
in that city. Yet they arc children of one Fa'
ther--mcmhcrs of the same family. am 4
better and happier man, nearer TO the pure, thu
true, the livine, nearer Hearen, than was thii
morning. spent 10 years in a school of The
Ology, have spent this day three hours in I
school of Humanity. 1 have learned more o
myself, my nature, relations and duties; NOR
of man, and more of God, the last three hours
than learned in all those 10 years in tina
school of Theology Happy, innocent humal
hearts have opened and responded to NINE
We arc all the better for it.
HENRY c. WRIGHT.