Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1855-03-24

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heir own lost lamb, had she not gone ere they
'ould reach her. The winter passed, and still the
fingered. filing with her little one a
mall place in the house, but a large one in each
,ged heart. One bright, golden spring morn, after
assisting in the morning as had become her habit,
went into the bed room with her babe, and
soon roappeared wrapped in the same coarse gar
mcnts they had worn ON that frosty night Of their
arrival.
"Giyc her one kiss, grandma, and you, grandpa"
said she, holding the child first to one and then to
the other wrinkled face "and now, father, mother,
do let M call YOU so this once! give the un-
welded mother one, and we will 60, and where
ever we 20 | will pray for you, and she shall
be taught to- and she rushed wildly to the
door. They stopped her, caught her child and
pleadcl with her 60 stay. BE to us still what
you have been so long, our daughter and do not
take from us our darling baby we should die with
out her"
Great drops gathered on the still pale brow,
while tears rushed down her checks, and her lips
quiycrcd with a fearful agony. She wrung her
hands, she beat hel heart, She dashed her limbs,-
She seemed like ono who is half mad. Civ me
the child a moment she exclaimed, and claspingI
il wildly to her bosom, She bathcd its smiling face,
with drops wrung from her keenest woo, then kiss
ed it rassionatcly, and held it out to them. Both
stretched their hands, and the litue one, with an
equal love. gave to the one its right, and to the
other its left hand, aud, upheld between them,
crowcd and screamed in baby glec.
" She is the child If sin, said the mother, with
n s'lennity that awet, for a moment, the carol OF
her babe "the child of sin, but herself pure and
holy as the offspring Of a welded tie: Will you
keen her 50 il | leave her here? If she goes
with me, she will not long he an angel, unless,
indeed, God takes her; would he had taken her
mother when she was rs young! If she stays
with YOU she may ever he one. VIII you keep
herr? and she screamed tie words into their ears,
as though she would make their inmost nerves
awaken.
1--WE will, we will! ~ said they and more we
will keep you, too. Stay with us-stay! you shall
be to rs q Gaughtcr-rcrlacc the one we have lost:
We will be parents. 1t shall be home to us four"
81 cannot" said she wildly. Your daughter was
a stainless girl. am dyed in sin p and she shook
with agony.
And so did those she spoke to; and tears as hot
ms those that had scalded her face now flooded
them. Awhile they wcpt as though THEN hearts
would break then gathered calmncss, and, while
the old lady claspcd the two hands Of the Magdacn,
tho old man placed his hand upon her head, and
spako.
"Our daughter fed from us while in the beauty
of her girlhood-hcd with II stranger, who woocd
her by false words to a fearful sin. The child Of
our old age, it almost broke our hearts and We
came here, far away from the haunts Of early
years, to SPEND the remnant of our days in n strug-
gle to forget. We cannot forget, but we long
since @forgavc aye, before we heard that she was
dead. We have learned to be happy, even with
the memory IF trial ever before us. But we miss
the hopes that were born with her, and We would
cherish You and your babe as we should her and
hers, had she come back ere she rcpented, as they
told us and died."
The cid mans voice was hushcd. There was no
sound but that of sobs, save when the babe cooed
its little lovc-song. \ cry Of agony burst from the
white lips Of Tic stranger, as ioscnjng the hands
that held her, she fell at the feet Of those who had
been so true a cry, and then words.
Father. mother? she did not die-she lives!
am Shp-yOur IiyZip-yOur lost. found child ~
Let the curtain drop. 1t isa scene too holy for
any but the sight of God and angels.
Yes" said the old g~ranlmothcr, at was their
~long-lNst, and as they thought, dead Lizzie. She
herself had forged the story of her death, to secure
herself in the sin she had learned to love. But
when, after years of wretchedness and crime, she
became herself,-when she felt upn her breast
the touch of pure and holy lips then she became
herself again, and felt how much, how deeply she
had sinned: and she lon ged to have her babe nur-
tured ms she has been. 1t was long ere she could
escape from her sinful associates but she at
length succeeded and reached as | have told you
her fathers house. She meant to conceal herself
till they were asleep and then leave the babe and
90 away; for she had no hope they would cherish
her agaIn-iOr, O, she was very vile. But the cold
was so intense she dared not leave the child, but
was forced to keep it to her breast; and worn and
wearied with her long and tedious struggle with
the drifts, at length became benumbed, and could
no longer still the cries Of the little one: and thus
was brought back to love, to home, to Christ, by
the voice Of the angel on her heart"
The old lady ceased her story, and there was no
word spoken for a long while. Then the young
maiden broke it, saying, "and what lecame OF
them all?"
The two aged parents lived near a score Of
years, happy in the love of their restored child,
and in the curesses and tender care of her little
one. They lie buried in the church yard. The
grandchild lived to be a blessing TO her mother
for fve-and twenty years; then passed away, leav.
ing Il little one to make good her place. Mother
less ere it had seen the face of her who gave i
birth, it was futherless ere the year was out.
Another long pause.
Yes, it is Il haunted hearthstonc, this. Those
aged Christians, that beautiful young mother. tina
noble fathcr-they haunted it; not as did ghost
Of olden times, making it a weird spot for thu
heart, but with such holy memories that the hou
spent in communion with them seems like Il yisi
in the better land"
"IIearthstoncs arc ever haunted, but few, lk
this, have angels for their guests"
The anniversary Of that bleak winters nigh
came round The fire burned as brightly as be
" fore, the room was SO warm and cosy but tn
: young girl kneeled now before the FIRE. Their
was no lap for her to rest her head upon-the Of
arm chair was empty. The hearthstope wa
haunted by another spirit-a spirit that had Sis
ned, suffered and been Jorgiren.
> DEAN SwGFT's LOAN FUND.-Inyerness is rich i
} Friendly Societies. which tend to encourage pre-
vident habits among the working classes. Anon
other schemes for the same object, Dean Swift il
stituted in Dublin a fund for granting small loan