Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1852-06-12
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From Sartain's Magazine.
The Red Oaks School Three Years Ago,
BY MARION DIX SULLIVAN.

ntions. don't care if ] am small don't
care for Uncle Solomon III not pretend to
more strength aud dignity than belong to me.
III do no nogging, but Try kindness and
courtesy instead"
"Stop, Harry. What is there in your
mind now that you do not speak y
aust what is yours, Tom. just what
good Mary Brown used to teach us at the
Sabbath school, when we were five years old.
Yes, Tom, you learned it then first; but my
mother taught INC it when was only three.
Good old Mary Brown used TO say What
ever you resolve to do, commit it TO the Lord,
aud trust him to help you with it. II your
lesson perplexes you, ask him to assist you.
IL you are alone, and afraid, pray to him.
He IL always near those who call on him
DO nothing without n prayer in your heart 20
the Saviour Poor old Mary Brown has
long been in heaven; but her words live al
ways in our minds. The habit of mental
prayer is ms natural as breathing to me, and
as constant; and the effect is that, with the
Saviour always before me, and prayer to
him always IN my heart, cannot cherish un-
kindness; | cannot hold to anything which |
find to he wrong; cannot deceive"
"The same precisely with me, Harry; aud
If | ever had any success in life, il is owing
TO this habit
How much good you have done me,
Tom! was perfectly miserable when you
came. My uncle had been telling me what
bad school | am going 10 tukc ;--how tho
boys have logged their teachers, and insult
ed them in a hundred ways. Now, Tom,
you know am cowurdly but an gentle
manly; do not wish TO he nsuliod by a
score Of stout, hard-6sted country lads one of
whom would be more than a match for a
city boy. But now don't fear. Following
good Mary Browns drcctions--always look
ing to God, and depending on him,-I shall
keep up my courage, md do my best"
"But, Harry, one thing; | speak to you
like "a soldier I'll have served one cumpaign.
These young people have prodgious spirits I;
they must laugh, or cry, or fight, or froIic, or
something. You cannot repress their spirits.
They must have some saiety-vnlve. / kept
three. One was, when they could not keep
still any longer, TO let them oil rise, and clap
their hands, and laugh heartily, for three
minutes; niter which gave them ono min
ute TO whisper, and one to compose them
selves before study. The second (oh, how
wished had your violin y was, in The bad
weather, when they could not play, TO Let
them march all round tho house, for five
minutes, TO some old m,ister-tunc, - Jeiltr-
son and Liberty or Yankee Dooilc,'-
which all who could whistle were required to
pipe up"
Your own bright invention, Tom"
The third one ION, Harry, how ] wished
had your voice, which everybody hut lnc
calls an angels voice--Ill not fiaiier even
my best friend but see you guess the
third one"
"Yes, thank you; and shall practise it
in my school,"
"Do, and it will be the salvation Of your
influence"
"But this King Gcorge-wcro those his
letters you have read me!"
"The same. He is an orphan, who sup
ports himself by working on fnrn and
studies all bis leisure, accepts no pecunary
assistance, aud incurs no obligation. lie is
the smallest and the smnrtest boy Of seven
teen that ever knew,-horn for a leader.
The country will find him out when she is
wanting one. Now we must go. Clifford
shnkes his bells, aud Juba is barking. Ne'.l
take the violin, and John Bennett will play
half the evening. The Deucons family are
coming to help make ont tue dance"
IAN ready, Fanny 2"
"All ready" said Fanny.
"All ready, alolher?"
"All ready" said mother. atom, dear,
drive carefully"
"Oh, yes; CIiflord's always careful"
Aud away they are oil gone, with merry
bells and glad hearts. Weared with long
standing, and altogether dsgustcd with city
noises, Clifford flew, rather tlian ran, the few
miles which brought them to Squire Boder's,
in the nearest country town. Juba preceded
him, barking furiously nj every creature he
met, as much as TO say" Let alone my colt"
Mrs. Somers almost lost her breath. and
quite lost all courage. tom, dear, is the
colt quite safe ?" said she.
"Oh, quite safe," cried Tom, confidently.
" But, you see, Mrs. Somers he is lust like
child he is in hurry TO see home again
Ii seems a week to him since we came in
town. shall bring you home with Old
Pomp, whom you know very well.'
"Oh, yes" said Mrs. Somers; al am
hardly acquainted with Clifford yet"
The red twilight had faded, and the can-
dies CLEANED from the windows of Bolder
Cottage,-a grand fabric to bear SO modest a
name.
There was Toms twin sister Hetty Hen
Teltnl aud there was IIaity. whom Harry
had all his life firmly believed to be the
most beautiful, gentle and sweet-tempered
girl in the whole hahlable world, but he had
never said any such thing, aud has been
especially heedlul TINT no one should infer il
from his looks or conduct.
On this occasion, however, Hntty looked
so irresistibly sweet and pensive, and il was
such mn affecting circumstance that they
should he separated for whole winter, that
each of them should be obliged to seek an-
other partner for the dance, another kind
lisIner TO their best and gentlest thoughts, il
had nenrly betrayed them both.
Said Harry quietly to Tom, Uncle Solo
mon thought might be in danger of giving
offence by making favourite Of one of my
schoolgirls; think there will be nothing to
fear on that score, while retain the memory
of your sisters"
found myself in no danger" replied
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