Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1852-06-19
miscellaneous.
From Sartain's Magazine.
The BED Oaks School Three Years Ago.

by MARION DIX SULLIVAN.

"1es, replied Joe Downcr, " haVo watched
him all day, but don't make up my mind till
see how he treats Julien. That poor fellow is
as smart as any body, but just because he is
brown as an Indian, which he can't help, every
blockhead Of a master takes it upon himself to
knock him about, and call him Cuff and Pom
pey, or at best, Julius Caesar. The poor fellow
had made up his mind not to come to school
this winter, but persuaded him, and promised
to see that he was we'll used. He'll be at
school tomorrow, and I'll be there too,-and
then the master must look out"
Harry had remarked Julien Scavcr at church,
and inquired his name. lie was first attracted
by his sweet alto voice, and then interested by
the deep melancholy, almost dcpair, in his beau
tiful features,-and then astonished, that so
sombre veil should be spread over so fine
face. He was glad to see the boy at school,
and rs soon as the reading was over, no went
directly to his desk, which was next to Joe
Downcr's, the latter having secured it for him
the day before, in order to protect him from
insult.
GOOD morning, Julien" said he, kindly
III am glad you are coming to my school.
heard your voice in church. You have a very
hno alto, and VIC are going to have singing in
the school,-not only sacred music but songs
and glces. shall depend upon you for the
nlto."
Julens dark face frightened with pleasure,
and the tears started into Joe Downer's eyes,
He hastily brushed them off, and began to
study very hard, as Harry continued,
But We must not neglect tho moro impor-
tant matters. Will you let me sec your books;"
Julien was proud to show them. They were
quite clean, and his progress vas not exceeded
by that of any one of his age, in school.
Harry left him, with few kind and encour-
aging words; and as he departed, Julien turned
with look of dclight,to Joe; but Joe was using
his handkerchief, and his face was not visible.
"Tim, mind you," cried ono of the small,
bad boys, " the master leaves his big ferulc at
homo, and he don't dare to whip anybody. Let
us cut few shines, now
$50 we will,' said Tim. "Lcts rub his
desk over with charcoal T.
"And I'll pin a newspaper on to bis coat
tail T. cried Jerry,
"And I'll make faces at him % said Bill
"Hallo, you Young rascals," cried Joe Dow
ner, "look at me 1 rather guess I'm pretty
big and strong. If am not, rather s'posc
could get some help" docking round.)
al rathcr.guess you could" said Will Barry.
"I shouldn't wonder" said Clare Maris.
"Well," continued Joe, doubling his fist. and
shaking it in the faces of the astonished rebels,
"I tell you this,-one and oil Of you. The FIRST
one that begins to cut up shine, or to insult
the master, in any way-mind, in any way
shall be knocked off this coasting ground, and
specially Aogged by me, every day, for one
week or more"
The rebellious party shrank away in terror,
and the subject of shines was never again allu-
ded to.
"Mr Downer," said Harry, as they came out
of school that night, have you timo to walk a
little way with me-"
This happened to be the first time Joe had
ever been called Mister, and it pleased him
nightly. He was gratifcd that somebody had
at last discovered that he had arrived at man
hood, and was candid enough to own the fact.
"Certainly, sir" he replied.
al want to ask you about the boy who came
with you to-day. Ho is not q negroi"
"Oh, no, sir. Though the people here call
him so, and think very i'll of us, because we
treat him like one of the family. They take
no notice of him. He is so miserable because
he is black. He says he would gladly be skinn-
ed all over, if ho could by that means become
white"
"Poor fellow 1t is really sad
ayes, sir. We want to keep him until his
education is finished but he thinks he must 60
home directly"
"Where is mis- homo y
"The Sandwich Islands, or one of thom.-
His mothOr was native, and she married an
officer of French ship, which was stopping
there. She was related to the royal family
Her husband called himself Julien Seaver or
Julien Sivre, as my uncle says it should be. He
went away with the ship, promising to return
within year; but he never came. When
Julien was old enough to walk alone, he used
TO go to all the vessels that came in, to inquire
for his father, but he mover could hear of him.
"When he was ten years old his mother died
and as he could not persuade any ono to take
him on board Of a vessel, he managed to get in
20 my uncle's vessel, just as she was about sail
ing. conceal himself for several days, till they
wero far from land, when he came out, almost
starved. My uncle heard his story, and pitied
him very much.
"He brought him home to be educated, and
he says he shall be treated like prince, and q
gentleman, as he is-at least he should not be
Stunned on account of his colour. But you
cannot force people. They cay he is negro,