Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1860-01-07
Ror tho Anti.slavsry Bugls,
A MORNING IN DECEMBEE, OR A LEAF
FROM MY JOURNAL.
BY MRS. cRLrsrIA n. COLBY.

brilliant beauty, and the crescent moon, is sailing
alone in silent majesty through its unfathomable
see, Fastening ever toward its setting in the wes-
tern horizon,
Through the crimson gateway Of the East, the
coming Monarch of day is sending his avaunt
couriers of light, each iobed in royal purple and
gold, tinged with crimson, and a single star lin
gers still around that blaze OF glory to welcome
the newborn day.
Morning is erer beautiful in her advent, ard
ever seems a resurrection.
When she comes in the spring-time. heralded by
The joyous song Of multitudes Of birds, and steals
softly over the sleeping earth, clad 10 robes of
brightest emerald. with her flowing skirts spark
ling and flashing with on embroidery of diamonds
aud pearls, when her every football wakes into
life bud and blossom, and with q soft halo Of warm
loving light euveloping her person like the feecy
folds Of a bridal veil-cold aud hard must be tina:
heart that feels not the inspiration Of her pres
ence--that thrills not beneath her smile, and feels
not the prom ptings Of the pure impulses that she
brings.
When she comes 10 summer queen-like in her
magnifccnce, touching up every nook and corner
OF her glorious realm, with the warm splendor Of
her gaze. every heart thrills with new life and
joys, to feel o new creation of hope and aspiration
within the soul.
Or in autumn, when she battles the bare, brown
fields and sleeping hills. with q soft, dreamy
haze, that seems the very atmosphere of peace
and repose, and sends a flood Of golden light
streaming through the many colored arcades OF
the forest-her coming is still a benson, a fresh
legacy from the hand o: the All Bountilul.
But Spring with all her budding promise, Sum-
mer with her mature charms, Autumn with her
ripened, perfected beauty, have no scene to com.
pare with this
All night long, TIA, rare artist, the Frost King,
who delights to work unseen and in solitude, be.
meath the starry skies, and by the pure, cold light
of the midnight moon. has been busy with bis
magic brush and pencil, and flowers and foliage
have sprung up beneath his creative touch to
clothe with a soft. f~eatheTy garniature, every leaf
less spray and naked bough, and the scene with
out is regal in it's magnifcence every tree, shrub
and vine, and even the mcanest weed that dared
to intrude its u~nsightly form to mar the glory OF
summer is turned to "a thing of beauty" and
Wears erminc too dear for an earl"
A robe OF dazzling snow, like an enemation OF
purity, is Il folded softly over the bosom Of mother
Earth, concealing all the rough scars that man
has mode, hiding all the filth that so lately defled
her garments, and myriads of sparkling brilliants
fash like gems of living light, as the first rays
Of the upriscn sun touch them as with q new crea.
ton
All around is silent and hushed as the breath
of repose, Not a sound is heard to break the deer
stiffness Of the morning hour. All nature seems
bowling in mute alteration before the Infinite
Earth seems a Sanctuary, aud worship, the fit
test emotion Of the heart!
In the presence of purity, vice shrinks sbashed
and wells her hiieous features in shame and dis
may. And when we stand alone beneath the in
tense blue of the winter. eky, and see naughj
around US but the pure cold splendor of such q
morning as this, hear no discordant sounds of sir
or sorrow. we feel all the warning clements of oul
own nature hushed to reposc, aud almost believe
that We have conquered and slain the last invisi
bic enemy that lurked within, AMI that for then
there can be no resurrection. and for the time We
hall forgot that earth is still the abode Of tliost
terrible twin listers. Sin and Sorrow, whose dupli
cate stings are forever inseperable.
And yet with this fond illusion wooing us into
dreamy forgetfulness of the Real, in our vague ad
miratlon of the IDEAL, we remember with a keer
pang CT sorrow and with q blush Of shame for oul
own Involuntary completely With the deed, that to
day. but u few hundred miles from this scene 0
peace and repose, beneath the al. embracing beau
ty Of this same blue sky, and in the face of thit
new morning, four men, created in the image o
the All-Father, are to be legally --iha
even now the terrible preparations are being made
I,Lo, lo,sorJ NJ arnoo "a r,on uoa,;no tIo ,rtf.rn
aud receiving tho pay of the United States, sur
round the place Of execution, to guard the help
less victims, each ready to send the urerring bul
let to the heart Of either, should there be the leas
attempt to escape; and that thousands Of men, an,
women too. are hurry ing to the spot, eager to wit
ness the bloody scene, from which an angel nigh
turn away and weep, and say. chow long, oh God
shall these things be suffered - And we remem
Der too that the crime Il for which they suffer
SIS not that they in%terfered in behalf of the rio
and great" but that they made an unsu,cessfi
effort to break the bonds Of oppression, that the
literally fulfilled The scriptural injunction by re
memberipg "those in bonds as bound with them.
Humanity shudders at the awful spectacle; an
the great heart of the North beats in sympath
with tie motiUe that prompted to the deed f.
which they suffer. Even now, the echo of the to
ling bell. peals out upon the air, AID its tones shout
rouse a purpose in every heart to work more dill
gently in the cause for which they suffer, and f
which their brave old chieftain was o yous to di
glad "to be counted worthy" to seal his tes.imon
for freedom with bis blood.
We know that the death of these men ia san
toned by an enactment called Lac. and that tn
law is the legitimate offspring of our, so ealle,
glorious Constitutions" and we are told that "
must bow to the supremacy oi law, even whe
Reason, Right, Conscience and Justice, those d
whites within US, cry out against this moral ire
son against that higher law which God has write
upon the tablets Of the heart. We are told tina
law must be obeyed even when it is founded upc
injustice and tyranny, that morals, conscience, ar
right, have nothing to do with law, and must
kept separate from politics. that morality AT
legality cannot be united must be forever divorce