Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1857-07-25
miscellaneous.
From Arthur's Home GsEctte.
EYES OPEN"

'tOur minister said in his sermon, last evening,
said Mrs. Beach, the wife Of q prosperous
Wholesale dry.goods merchant on Market
street, as sho busted her mantle OF porGe
lain and marble, on Monday morning, THAT nc
who wanted to do good, must be on the constant
look out for opportunities that God does not ma
our work, and bring it readyhtted and prepared 10
the hand; but spreads the world before us, ana we
are to walk through It as Christ ana ,ne ap'sues
did, with eyes open,' looking for the poor aud the
oppressed" y.on,;n,0s ,ho loav % sbe
replaced o marble Diana in the centre ofthe mantle
81 should like TO do some good every day;one 'eeis
20 much better when they go to rest ct night; ana
I'll Just keep my eyes open to day, and see IL J
come across any opportunities that undor ordinary
circumstances | should let Slip.
Half an hour later, Mrs. Beach was IN the nuts-
erv. with the washerwoman, who had come for the
clothes. II wish, Mrs. Simms," said. she as she heapedi
tho soiled linen into the basket. "that you would get
Tommy's aprons ready for me by Wednesday we
are going out Of town to remain until saturday
and l shall want a good supply on mana ior su0n
careless little scamp as he is." -
"Well. I'll try ma'am,' said the washerwoman;
"Ive got bebind.hand q good deal since SAMMY
had the w~hoopiug cough; but now mes oe'e''
must try to make up for lost time" ru,.
Has he had the whooping-cough? Poor little
fellow How old IS he ?" questioned the lady.
"IIe was three last April, nam"
"And Tom is four" unused the lady; LOOK
here, Mrs. Simms; wont you just open the lower
drawer of that bureau, and take out those tour
green worsted dresses in the cornerf Toms out
grown them, you see, since last winter, OUT tney
are almost as good as new. Now, IT you want
them for Sammy, they'll do nicely without al'er-
ing, | Think -
9SVaat them, Mrs. Beach % answered the wash
or woman. with tears starting into her dim eyes
III haven't any words to thank you, or 70 tell you
what a treasure they'll be- Why tbeyl! keep the
little fellow as warm as toast all winter III
"Well, I'll place them on the top of the clothes,
said tho lady, smiling to herself as she thought
"My eyes have been open once today.
Not long afterwards, Mrs. Beech was on her way
10 market.9 for she was a notable house-keeper,)
when she met a boy who had lived a short time IN
her family the year before, to do errands, wait Oh
the door, &c. He was q bright, good hearted mer-
ry-faced boy, and had been a great fa7orite WIN
the family, and Mrs. Beach had Away 8 felt inter
ested in him but this morning she was in quite a
hurry, and would have passed the child with a cor
dial, but basty, How are you Joseph my, BOY :,
Do come and see US" had it not struck her that
Joseph's face did not wear its usual happy express
sion. She paused, as the memory OF last nigtts
sermon flashed through her mind, and asked IL
anything the matter with you, Joseph You a'
not look so happy rs you used to-" ,
The boy looked up for a moment, with a ma,
doubling, halfconfding expression, into the lady,
face ; the latter triumphed:-"Mr. Anderson
moved out of town, said he pushing back his wor
but neatly brushed cap from his halr SO ~
lost my place; then little Mary's SICK, ana INT
makes it very bad Just now"
$50 it does" answered Mrs. Beach, her symp
thies warmly enlisted. But never mind, Josephl
l remember only night before last, my brother sa
he would want a new errand boy'n q few Gays II
his store, and he'd give a good one two dollars
week. Now III see him to-day, and get the stu
ton for you if you like"
The boys face frightened. so! l shall De
glad of it Mrs. Beach !"
"And see here, Joseph I'm going to market,an
perhaps we can find something nice for little Mi
~" The lady remembered that Joseph's mothe
though q poor seamstress, was a proud woman, an
felt this would be q delicate way Of presenting nj
gift,
and a nice CHECKER to make some broth for Mar
who, she learned was i'll with fever. before she pr
ceeded to do her own marketing. Butt was a pi
that the lady did not see Joseph, as springlng IN
the chamber where little Mary lay moaning weal
ly on her bed. while her mother sat stitching Blu
ly in one corner, and held up the chicken and t
fruit, crying Good news! good news y I've CO..
these nice things for Mary and Q place at two d.
lars n week."
o! how little Mary's hot fingers closed over t
punches of white grapes, while the sewing dropp
from her mothers fingers, as the tears ran doV
her cheeks.
1t was evening, and Mrs. Beach sat in the lib
~, absorbed in some new book, when she hea
her husbands step in the hall. Though the NOR
ing had been so pleasant, the afternoon was cloud
and the day had gone down in a low sullen pen
trating rain.
Now Mrs. Beach loved her husband with Il
love of a true wife, but he was not a demonstrati'
man, and the first beauty and poetry of the
married life had settled down into q somewh
bare. everyday, matter OF fact existence. Is
her heart was warm to-night--warm with the go'
deeds of the day, and remembering her resolutiC
of the morning, she threw down her book, al
ran down the stairs.
Henry, dear" said the soft voice Of the wi
has the rain wet you at all? Let me take
your coat for you"
"Thank you, Mary I don't think Pm anyw
injured, but you may help me just for the pleast
Of it )" and he stood still while she removed
heavy coat, with that softness of touch and mo
ment which belongs to a woman. She hung 1t
and then her husband drew her to his heart, W
all the old lover tenderness.
"You are very thoughtful of me, Mary, my wifi
he said.
And there was music in Mrs. Beach's heart.
she went up stairs-music set to the words, "Ey
open! eyes open"