Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1858-09-04

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her-who shall say an unwilling bride ? | could
see his gradual but deadly advance in my daily
walks the same indications that gave warning Of
the sisters fate admuuished me that she also was
on her way to the tomb, and that the place that
had known her would soon know her no more.
She grew day by day more feeble and one morn
ing | found her seated on tho step Of Il door, una
lie to proceed. After that she disappeared from
my view aud though | never saw her again at
the old spot, | have seldom passed that spot since,
though tor many years following the same route,
without recognizing again in my minds eye the
graceful form and angel aspect Of Ellen D.
And is this the end Of your mournful history2"
some querulous reader demands. Not quite.
Fh"re is a soul Of good in things evil. Compass
sion dwells with the depths of misery and in the
valley Of the shadow of death doye.eyed charity
walks with shining wings. 1t was nearly
two months after | had lost sight of poor Ellen,
that, during one Of my dinner hour perambulatiOns
about town. | looked in almost accidently upon
my old friend and chum, Jack W. Jack
keeps a perfumcr's shop not II hundred miles from
Grey's Inn, where, ensconced up to his ayes in
the delicate odors, he passed his leisure hours
the hours when commerce flags, and people have
more pressing affairs to attend to than the delec'
tatlon OF their nOstrils-in the enthusiastic study
OF art and Ciytu. His shop is hardly more cram.
med with bottles and altar, soap, scents, and all
the Ct ce,eIa as of a toilet, than the rest of his house
with prints, pictures. carvings, and curiosities of
every sort. Jack and l went to school together,
and sowed our slender crop of wild oats together !;
and, indeed, in some sort have been together ever
since. We both have our own collections of rar-
tiles, such as they are, and each criticises the
others new purchases. On the present occasion
there was a new Van Somebody old painting
awaiting my judgment and no sooner did my
shadow darken his door, than starting from his
lair, and bidding the boy ring the bell should he
be wanted, he hustled me up stairs. calling by the
way to his housekeepcr, Mrs. Jones-Jack is q
hnnhn1a - I,.--. 49, r.. A-A -. -
pared to pronounce my dictum on his n~ewly.ac-
CURED treasure, and was going to bounce uncere'
moniously into the old lumber room over the lob
by to regale my sight with the delightful confusion
of his unarranged accumulations, VIXEN he pulled
me forcibly back by the ~coattail. Not there"
said Jack; "you can't 60 there. Go into my snug
gerry"
"And why not there ?" said I; jealous of some
new purchase which | was not to see.
Because there's somebody 81 there-it is n bed
room now a poor girl; she wanted q place to
die in, poor thing, and | put her in there"
"W no is she "a relative 2"
"No | never saw her till Monday last. Sit
down, I'll tell you how it was. Set down the
coffee, Mrs. Jones, and Just look in upon the pa
tent, will you? Sugar and cream ? You know
my weakness for the dead wall in Lincoln's Inn
Fields" (Jack never refused a beggar backed by
that wall, for the love of Ben johnson, who, he de,
voutly believes, had a hand in building it, well,
L met with ner tnere on MONDAY last. ono asked
} for nothing, but held out her hand, and as she did
so the tears streamed from her eyes on the pave
ment. The poor creature, it was plain enough,
was then dying and l told her so. She said she
knew it, but had no place to die in but the parish
E workhouse, and hoped | would not send her there.
What's the use of talking? l brought her here,
Q and put her to sleep on the sofa, while Jones
e cleared out the lumber room and got up a bed.
3 | sent for DR.. H.--to look at her he gave
! her a week or ten days at the farthest | don'S
4 think she'll last so long. The curate of St
. comes every day to see her, and | like to talk to
her myself sometimes. Well, Mrs. Jones, how
goes she on 2"
: "She's asleep" said the housekeeper. "Would
you like to look at her, gentlemen"
r We entered the room together. 1t was as i
Y some unaccountable presentiment had forewarneC
g me; there, upon a snOw,white sheet, and pillow
ed by my friends favorIte eider-dewn squad, lay
: the wasted form of Ellen D.. She slept
soundly and breathed loudly and DR.. Il,
= who entered while we stood at the bedside, in.
formed us that in all probability she would awake
only to die, or if to sleep again, then to wake no
more. The latter was the true prophecy. She
awoke an hour or two after my departure, and
passed away that same night in a quiet slumber
without a pang.
never learned by what chain Of circumstances
she was driven to seek aims in the public streets.
| might have done so perhaps by inquiry, but to
what purpose She died in peace, with friendly
hands and friendly hearts near her, and Jack
1 buried her in his own grave in Highgate Cemetry
7 at his own expense and declares he is none the
{ worse for it. l am of his opinion.