Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1860-08-25

plenty oil 10, DICK it's good tor one. lin laid
down the Pot beside me, and returned to close the
bunker. l uncovered the pot and put in my tea
spoon, to take out some, but thought Tins exhor-
tation rather superduous as there was little more
left than served to cover the bottom. l scraped
out a small qt antity, and tapped it upon the edge
Of my plate.
oh, come, come, Dick p said Tim, that's moth
ing. Allow me- lie took up the spoon, but
had no sooner glanced into tho pot than ais face
contracted into an expression Of extreme indigus-
ton aud disappointment.
Hang that woman = he cried, striking the pot
upon the table. 1t was half full yesterday, aud
| havn't touched it since. This is too bad. o.,
hang it, this is intolerable ! Tim had bounced to
the door and opened it. It's no use,' he said
slamming it to again, 1T would just make her
worse in other things. Uonfound hor,'
That woman he cont nued, CHANGING in tho dr.
rection, | suppose, of the unconscious Mrs. Blobbs
that woman has no more honesty about her than
a-thon ajackul. She charges me with mustard,
though / never use it. She steals my tea and su-
gar. She drinks my beer at the rate of two bot
ties to my one. Hang il! l won't stand it. l
know what ! will do Tim glanced OF the door
to assure himself that it was shut, and after lis
tening for a moment, bent oward me and contin-
uod in in a suppressed tone, 4 WILL buy a sizpen'
ny pot of jam and put some croton oil into it. If
that doesn't cure her my names not POttledot.' A
malignant smile overspread Tins face, as he slow.
y recovered bis position and proceeded to cat a
Tarthing biscuit.
How is your literary work getting on ? | ask
ed, when we had flushed tea. Tim, l should have
told you, is a literary character.
Not well at ALL replied Tim despondiugly in
fact, this morning / got q most iisheartening let
ter-a perfect crusher.' He pulled a handful Of
letters out Of his coat pocket, and handed me one
Of them. 1t ran thus -
Mr.. NOTIFY PorrLEDoT-Dedr Sir Il am
sorry to say that | cannot undertake in future to
pay for your contributions. They have for some
time been falling far below the mark. 1t is not
criticism that you supply-it is indiscriminato
abuse, often in language SO full of vituperation
and contumely as to be unfit for our columns. We
hope you will see it to be your duty-I can as
sure you it would be to your interest-to cultivate
a less offensive style | shall be glad to look over
any contribution you may be pleased to make, but
for the present | cannot undertake either to accept
or pay for them.
Yours, etc.
PEMBROKE DODGERS.
That ia very unfortunate l said. Have you
any Of the reviews to which be refers
Tim reached across the table and handed me a
dumpy scrap.book, 10 which were pasted leaves Of
journals aud reviews. l proceeded to glance over
some Of them, while Tin knelt down close to
the fender, aud endeavored to excite the fire to
resurrection by pushing in little shreds Of news
-- a--- IL - 1T - - I-1J.. IL.
; reviews were really such as Mr.. Codgers had rep
resented them to be. They were written in a
spirit Of intense and bitter cyncism, The first one
that turned up was a review Of Burt on Recreation
4 and commenced thus
We admire the sagaciNus prudence Of the pub
Usher in p~re6xing to this volume a portrait Of Mr..
Burt. 1t is o guarantee that he really belongs to
the genus homo. The low and rampant animalism
of his book would inevitably have led us to O diff
ferent conclusiun.'
There was another beginning with
johnson said that Robertson's writing resem'
bled a little gold packet in a great mass of wool
Mr.. Furgurson's writing bears considerable re
somblanee to Mr.. Robinson's-th only difference
is that Mr.. Furgurson's is all wool together.
A third commenced thus
II eAITemeS meeti buo pOetJ VI "Is plhIilo u
. close upon that of Shakespeare, for it is unquestion
ably the most wretched dwelling that we eve
. happened TO read
! knew it was not Tins nature TO write thus
, but his spirit had been embittered by disappoint
> ment and neglect. l looked at the poor fellow as h
= crept by the cherries hearth, his thin, sickly fac
6 blue with the cold, and when / thought of his vi
ter loneliness aud misery, l felt no emotion bu
- that of pity. | could not in honesty tell him tina
u Mr.. Codgers was mistaken. | rather urged hin
u to take that gentleman's advice, and cultivate
healthier style. Some conversation about my fu
'' ture plans brought us to an hour when | must &c
Tim babe me good bye reluctantly and with evi
u dent pain, for l could see q tear gathering in hi
eye, and he wrung my hand as if we were part
ing forevermore.
Well, good bye,' I said. as I left him keep u
your spirits, there are brighter days in store 70
you.'
a I had scarcely got out, and begun my descent o
the stairs, when | found that l bad left my glove
G. behind. l CROPPED my way back, and finding th
door open, stepped across the passage, and int
IT Tins room. Tim was sitting by the hearth, hi
% head bent upon his knees, aud his frame convuls
)" ed by emotion.
i say, lin, what's tais z
Tim started. and hastily brushing his eyes wit
ca the cuff of his coat, pretended to be busy with til
k ire.
WHATS all this. Tim 2
80 Tim rose, and seeing there was no use trying {
hide his feelings, turned and took my hand. II;
at eyes were already swollen, and his cheeks We
h. with tears.
es Dick, he said, don't think me childish 20
are the only friend ! have left and when l fouu
ID you. too, gone, it was too much for me-
to MY dear Tim,' / said, 4 feel as though coul
IS. throw up the whole thing, just to wait near yOl
sd But IN do better. Give me a pen.'
ng l sat down and addressed anote Of intrOduc:iO
TX to aunt Mills. telling her. in a few words. of Tim
BIS loneliness, and asked her, for my sake, to sho