Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1851-02-08
the little man among the holly, as much as to


threat of the look, for he said, with Ian
guild smile
"lrs no matter, now: my ten years are mp |
my times out to-day. All have now TO
do is TO confess my pnst sins and the suffer-
ings they purchased me, and then pass to
peace. I've paid the penalty Of my selfish
ness, and my unquiet ghost will cease TO
haunt your brazen thinble."
"a ghostw cried Mrs. Atkins. "Well,
never thought could he so bold to ghost
But then, TO he sure, you're such very little
one. Whut was your nam" q"
"Never mind" said the small man. 81
wns called the The Poor Man's Friend
Aud can tell you, Mrs. Atkins, that have
paid pretty sharply for the vanity and veXa-
lion of the title"
"That is, suppose" answered the spirit
ed little woman, "yOu wasn't his friend at
all? Only the name, likeY
"Listen TO my story" said the little gen
tlcnan, again shifting himself among TIC
holly leaves. al was, when ] was alive and
enjoying my proper stature, was q man OF
exceeding wealth. Rich indeed was ], aud
as every body tliought-and at last got my
self TO think so too--very good, very benev-
olcnt, very pious. Indeed, had the habit
of talking so much about the duties of the
rich to tile poor that for the life of me, ]
never could find sufficient time to perform
them. Nevertheless, ! could not iorbear TO
tJk-it was so pleasant, so easy, too aud
with no other effort, il made me n mime that
smelt among my particular friends like nice
ointment"
"Thc more shame for you," said Mrs. At
kns. "To get good nane, and live upon
| il and do nothing for it; why its worse than
coining-yes passing bad money is nothing
to it,"
"Very true, Mrs. Atkins" answered the
unruflled munnikin. "Very true. Yet
there's deal of brnssy character passed for
good. Aud it may sound right enough upon
the worlds counter, but it won't do, Mrs
Atkins when the angels come to ring it. 1t
won't do, manm."
81 should sny not" replied the tailor's
wife, with womunly decision.
"And 20 | found. 1t is now, madam, ten
years ago since died. If you doubt me,
take your way TO the cemetery. There,
madam, you will sec my monument. There
is no misiaking it-'tis such n handsome
thing, with work enough in il TO have kept
! the sculptor and his family for twelve
! month. ! am there, ma'am, in aiiO reltero
! in four compartments; and in all four my
| likeness by lameniing friends is considered
/
nway quartcrn loavcs--in another have
taken of my own coat, aud am sereney OF:
fering the garment 10 a beggar-and the
third"
81 recolleci. Good as picture to look at
it'll saw it with Tom and the children one
Sunday. Then we could get walk on n
Sunday and now it's no walk, but forever
stitch. Ln, bless me nnd that's you in that
: monument! Well, i neverw calculated
Mrs. Atkins. "And now recollect what
lot of fine stuff there's writ about you.'
"Don't name it, ma'aIn," said the little
man, hastily, seven rs am, my cheek tim
giles to think of it. And then | reflect y
! "Never mind reflections" cried the tai
lor's wife, with decreasing Difference towards
her visitor, " but come TO the story at once.
How did you get in my thimble?"
"That was my sentence-that was my
dreadful punishment" cried the little man.
! "Punishmentw echoed Mrs. Atkins
swell, TO be sure, little as you are, it must
have eramped you terribly. And what's so
very droll, | never felt YOU"
But felt you-evcry stitch" said the
mannikin, and he seemed to vince at the
recollection. "iiowever, to finish my story
You must know that, although talked to
the last day of my life about the duties o
now and then, for the look of the thing, my
name spnrkled in a guinea subscription for 4
Home for the IloJselcss or some such pub
lie bencvolence, would buy-buy where
might would buy cheap. Every shilling
saved considered as new victory over the
extravagance of trade. 1t was not for me tC
inquire about wages-it was no part of my
economy 10 be assured that the iourneymai
could get his shoulder of mutton and pota
toes
"Shoulder of mutton and potatoes!" ex
claimed Mrs. Atkins, as though she spoke O
culinary marvels of Mahomet's Paradise
"Well, 10 he sure, we had bit of bee
yesterday, but before them
81 cared not if you, and such as you lived
upon bran and water, il cheapness were in
the stitches of my coat--if my heart, my
philantIropic heart, beat beneath waist
coat that, for economy Of cost, defed com
petition"
"More shame for you," said the taiIor's
wife. "Talking Of waiscoats, what do you
think get for that blue thing thcre;"
"Slarvation |" answered the mannikin,
=" for see, fine as il is-oh, know the sort
OF thing Now-l sec il is one of the glories
OF prime cost That defy competition. A
pretty breastplate of defance,n said the
little man, Sand we'll is such defiance nun
ished"
How punished 2" asked Mrs. Atkins,
"lhars it-lhars the marrow Of my sto.
: ry. That is the why and the wherefore
: that am here. AT this moment--now. wo
= man, attend 10 me, for what have TO saw il
worth the hearing-at this moment-tier,
are the ghosts of not less than ten tbousant
men and women-excellent persons whel
alive; the very pink of goodness, with deli
cate white satin feelings, as one may say
ten thousand spirits condemned for Ger
t, tain time TO be imprisoned in thiInbles."
! ain thinbles!" exclaimed the tailor
] wife.
"In thimbles," repeated the miniature q
the departed Poor Mans Friend. I" An
their prison is far worse than the brazen dun
geon in which Solomon shuts up his genii
, tor they, at least, are not Knocked with al
open cell-with promise of liberty never
until the appointed time bo come, 10 be oil
tanned. Now the victims of the thilnbl