Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1852-06-05
THE ANTI-SLAVERY BUGLE.

we've enough OF yer own, WIN inc nNh OF inc |
childres, and getting things ready for the May |
ing.
ITO be sure I'm in hurry, somewhat; but
not so great but that I've a word of comfort
for you. So let me hear your sorrows, and may
be can make them lighter"
The poor girl leaned her head against the
window sill, and drawing up the long towel
that hung near on its roller, she wrapped it
round her face aud wept bitterly. waited pa
tiently till the storm passed by, soothing as best
might, the wild waves Of commotion that had
so suddenly shook the bosom of the poor girl.
At last her thoughts found ulicrance, and She
sob5ed on
ats seeing yes all going Maying the day,
that's killing me-
"why Biddy. is that all Do you wish to
co: can soon Gx that F!
"Is it me yorc asking If want TO goi No
thin, it's not said she, dropping the towel and
looking with mingled fcelingof pride and digni-
~. "What for would | he to goi Sure it's not
me mother that would be there, or my sister, or
the ncighJor girls that used to shake the May
bush wild nc; ard it's my heart that's sore,
intiroly, whin I'm thinkin' Of my own country,
and secs ye all goin' Mayng the day, and
me here all alonc wild not one of me own to
snake TO or care for; and not the one in the
land that would care hate for tn poor me l.
were to lay down an die feminist their eyes.
No, no its iist thinking that makes me heart
heavy and throutled. It's at home was this
day twelve months, and me mother begged inc
not to be coming away over the salt sec, aud
be leaving her in her gray hairs but it's poQS
chance a body has there, intirely and it's hot
grioving am that l come, but whin l thinks
O. them, and hears yes tellin' the childcr what's
to be done, and secs thin runnn' round in their
glcc, and Miss Ncttic culin' her brown locks,
an Minnie weavin' the flowers for her May
cake, och | can't put it past me; and my eyes
they bcs brimmng up for love l bear thin
that's far away over the sult sacs."
The poor girl wcpt afrcsh, and own it, l
dropped a tear with her. How could 1 help
it'll did not try. Biddy looked up and saw
the tcur of sympathy on my check, new light
flashed into her cycs, and wiping up her face
with the corner of her check apron, she turned
to her work, saying in dcprccating tone which
fell meodiou,ly on my car" Indadc, it's a
shamo for mo to be worrying yes 50, and grum-
| bin ar scoldin, whin I've every thing there's
any call for in your house the day"
"Only your mother, Billy," said I, "and
| =. 4 h,ly hob thn
bush"
"Anl IT'S my mother and sister I'll have, be-
fore this day twelve month, to be spalin' to.
| For not dress will buy, or put shoe to feet,
barn' the necessity, till fetch them both over
to me. It's four pounds l have now to send,
and soon I'll gather tho rest; now don't be
worrying yourself for the like O. me I'll be
hsppy as bird the day, yet"
Biddy turned away, and so did I, she to think
of her mother and sister, and to ponder over
the effect of sympathy upon the human heart
! What had done: What had l said to cheer
and comfort this loac one who had neither kith
or kin. or living thing, that she had known one
year before, within ten miles of her. had
done nothing but feel, and that drop of salt
water that had tricklcd down the worn furrow,
of my check had told her that had a mother.
love and sisters heart and that would give
out of their abundance 70 cheer her amid hcl
loneliness, and care for her in sickness and
health, and she was comGortcd.
Oh beware, We who have the happiness o.
these humble ones in your hands, how you tam.
per with their warm and generous hearts; how
ye spurn and make mockery of their outgush
ing sympathies. Think you the Irish girl who
washes, irons and scrubs for you, p!oddins OF
from Monday morning to Saturday night, tht
same dull round, (du!l to her because she ha'
no heart interest in it,) has no loves, no hopes
no aspirations for higher and nobler life, be
cause. forsooth, her arm is twice the size o
your own, and her own physical organism wei
developed; because she has the strength ant
ability to do for you that, which il you wer,
compelled 10 do for yourself, would destroy al
the bright ideal of your existence, and cvapoTat,
tho rose color Of life, as quickly as the CLOWN.
tints Of morning fade from the eastern sky.
If every housekeoper would pause daily, fo
a moment amid her work, AMI ask herself
"What would do if were Diddy i-and how
would Biddy do if she were mo" aud thci
act in accordance with the answer given; per
haps she would lnd her labors lghtoned, IN,
her own spirit resting more quietly, and gainin
strength for its care and duty. Not always
not always; VIC know that well, but more oitc
than We generally suppose
If we can make our helps love US, and idon
tify them with our interests, We may be sure W
will be the gamers and 1 know of no bette
way to do this than to love them-fee for then
and try to elevate and make them happy.
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