Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1857-06-20

eager and painful longing for a sight Of the open
country which the sick so often display. When,
finally | promised to bring him some flowers at
my next visit, his Joy knew no bounds.
We had become fast friends by the time the
father and mother returned and great was their
delight when | had exhibited my sketch, already
more than half finished, and in which 1 had sue
cecded beyond my expectations, The childs art
less talk, and the simple kindness OF tho parents
interested and pleased mo and | continued to
work zealously at the portrait till the twilight,
which fell in Grimes Court two hours earlier than
anywhere else, compelled me to cease. Promising
to return on the following Saturday to complete
the work, l departed, after receiving al kiss from
Willie, who held me by the collar, while he enjoin-
ed me to be p%unctual, and to mind and bring the
flowers.
Saturday afternoon arrived in due course and
having furnished myself with a boquet IS large
as q Bosom, | betook myself early to Crimes
Court. Willie was watching for mt at the win
dow, and clapped his hands for joy at the sight OF
my floral prize. While l resumed my task, he
busted himself in examining arranging, and rear
ranging, his treasure, discovering new beauties
every moment, and popping into the 1ower-cups
as if they were little fairy palaces. filled with I'M
told wonders, as they doubtless were to him.
Tho portrait was just finished when John came
home, and he and his wife Wed with each other in
expressing admiration of my performance.
Gavin sure yo'ro mother paid nor haulf paid
wi what yo' charged" seid he, as he placed the
payment in my hand ''but anvil try to come out
o yer debt some time, if aw live"
IAN money thanks to yo' sir" said the mother,
"for tn pleasure as yo'n gin to tn child. Nothin'
pleases him like flowers, an no seldom gets ony."
"Willie's full O. presents to-day" said John
"see thee, lad !" and he drew forth q new book
and placed it in the child's outstretched hands.
"Look, look, Mr.. Worthington ~ cried Willie,
his little face flushed with excitement and pleas,
ure ; "a Journey Round the World, and full OF
pictures-only look !"
cay, aw thought that would please thee" said
his gratifed father. "Now thou can ramble
round The world bout stirring off thy bed. But
stop a bit, Mr.. Worthington," he added, as l was
preparing to depart, "aw've summat to fotch down
stairs before yo' go'n sit 20 down a minute y
and he vanished up the stairs whence he speedily
returned with a small parcel in his hand. Unfold
ing the paper, he displayed a long, morrow box,
formed out Of q piece of cu~riously-marked wood.
On the lid, an OWLS head, evidently copied from
the squirting individual on the drawers. was
carved with considerable skill. els that your
work, John ?" exclaimed ], in some surprise.
cay" said John, with a grin. "Aw seed as
yo' carried yer pencils an tother things Tapped
up in a piece O. paper, an aw thought a box would
be a deal handler; so awe made this at meets,
when avid done my work, an AVIS feel very proud
if yo'Il accept ont.
THAT l WILL" and 1; "and thank you heartily
But how is this, John ? why you are quite an ar
. fist Where did you learn to carve so well ?"
"Aw took it up o myself when aw wur a lad.
au' aw carve bits O. things now an then for the
neighbours childer so aw geet tn designer at oui
mill to draw me that OWLS yead fro this on tn
drawers, an then aw cut it out. Willie can draw
a bit awll warrant he'll copy most O. them
+, flowers as yo'n broght him, afore they wither'n
will tou not, Willie
1 The boy lay still, with his face turned toward
, the window, and did not answer.
"Willie Willie why surely he hasn't falHr
asleep already" said his mother, approaching thu
bed. He had-into the long, deep sleep from
2 which there is no earthly waking. With the bool
y ! clasped to his breast, the dropping flowers falling
4 from his hands, the child had died, without a sigl
. or q struggle.
+ 1 stood long beside the bed, listening silently t.
the mothers wall and the fathers smothered sobs
feeling it vain and useless to offer words of com
, fort till their wild grief had spent iteself.
FLUSH, Martha, woman !" said John at las,
laying his hand On his wife's shoulder, and tryin
t to command his shaking voice hush dunno
S TAX on SO. It's a comfort, after a. to see him di
; wi smiles on his face, than if he'd gone
r pain. He went when he wur at tn happies
D an we'll hope he's happier still now"
John" said the mother, looking up, 'let
G not stir tn book an tn flowers it would be a 81
to TAX 'em fro him let 'em be buried wi him,
Two days later, l helped to carry little Willie
a quiet churchyard, some distance from the tow
where we laid him in q sunny corner, with Il
I book and withered flowers upon his breast.