Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1855-04-14

ton which this grcat-hearted Newsboy had obeycd
literally, while you and l have hardly thought of
its import.
Heres the NeD York Daily Tribune, Herald,
Times, EIpress.'
A party was emerging from Taylor's princely
saloon, when the cry of the Newsboy reached my
ear. There WAS no installing the rich, flowing.
magnetic tones Of Bob, the boy with the heart 700
big for his jacket, that kept up its great human
beat in spite of rags and poverty that worked
harder and harder at the sight Of wrong and mis-
cry, till Bob had become all heart and zone.
What had he to do there amid gold mi marble,
and fruits and flowers, and jewels and silks-he
with his ragged gabcrdine, and worse tian shocless
feet! Bob knew his destiny, and aimed for the
best there were dens of wickcducss and sinks OF
corruption, where orphans and outcasts seek to
hide themselves and their misery from human
eyes, but Bob did not belong with such. There
was something in that great heart of his that
reached for the good, the beautiful and this he
sought. Bob never saw himself as a skin-ot-a-
lttlc-old-boy, thin and ragged, despise6 and 7oor,
but he saw only the soul OF goodness and human
kindness, and manly courage, waiting to emerge
from his rags and pOvertp, into u new, beautiful
life. So, when the peol lie stared as he elbowed
amongst them, and foolish men frowned, and gay
women Uttered, and the menials ordered him out,
Bob dd not take this diSdain to himself, but stood
manfully at the maj BILE counter, and presented
his little yellow bowl for n shilling ice, and did not
even see nor hear the suppressed laughter at his
expense.
Bob put pown his shilling with an air he had a
right to the air, had it been ten times more elabo-
rate than it was, for he had earned it brayely.
Tell me if Minnie is better, Bob"
mo, she's worser, n great deal worser."
"And you here buying ice cream. :"
All, it's for Minnie, poor dear Minnie and
the boy turned the corner at a run, to hide the tears
that sreakcd his face like II zebra. Down, down,
to near the waters edge, beyond piles of lumber,
across old desolate looking lots, which their owners
would not sell till every inch was worth a surface
OF gold through crooked alleys, from whence
issued sounds Of terrible revelry, passed the boy
children covered upon door.sills, or nodded upon
curb-stones, for there was no bed for them, while
the elders revealed within. Weary little things,
they had no childish ways, no winning love-ways,
no talks with each other, for the night was upon
them, and yet they could not rest.
Charles Lamb has affectingly said, that "the
children of the poor never ~prattle." Alas! alas
that this should he the fact, that the simple needs
of food and warmth should be so hardly earned
that all the sweet ~gushings out of the young hearts
should be turned to stone ere they leap from the
fountain. Look ut the children who sweep the
crossings of our s~treets-sallow and pinched, with
little care-worn faces and thin lips, eager, impor-
tunate and filthy. My God | have felt my very
soul recoil at seeing childhood nay, %girlhood, so
imbittered and degraded creatures who should
chase the butterfly, who should wait, playing with
the blossom whose April tears should mix with
the sunshine, thus driven to the outskirts of human
sympathy, h~aggling, prematurely old, cold, calcu-
lating and severe. Verify we need patience, and
we need faith to wait and hope for the good which
is to redeem humanity from its many wrongs, its
many burdens: but thanks be to God, who, when
he gave man the material world to be subjected to
his will, reserved the gifts of the spirit to himself,
and though men may withhold aid and comfort,
the hard to be earned bread, he sendeth "visions
in the night season." giveth his love, the bounty of
thought, and the afluence of things unseen"
lie poureth into the soul of the poor, squalid child
Of poverty, dreams as fair, it may be fairer than
those which come to the daintiest cared for child Of
wealth.
l love children, for in truth I am little less than
n child my myself. | don't mind it. Children are
nearest heaven, you may be sure of that. Bad
men and women, whose crimes make them afraid
in the night time, have no fears if they can have
an innocent child to sleep with them, for the angels
come wherever the child is, and they keep evil
spirits at a distance, holding ward and watch over
the pure in heart. Did not the good Savior love
little children, declaring the heavenly to be such