Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1860-05-19
ways or not, believe in the old song which
up, up-neyer despair
THE SPINNING JENNY
BY D. L. TAYLOR.

BY D. T. TAYLOR.
lIargreaves was not an Appollo, but short aud
broad, end more like q Dutch skipper than the god
VI tho silver bow, neither were his curls anything
like Jupiter's 'ambrosial' and oil that, but short.
black, stubborn. So not much head Say have we
made yet in finding q hero for the poetry, but we
will not give il up yet. One night-perhaps it
was in 1904, and perhaps later-James Har-
greaves went down to an inn called tho Pack
Hore' for a little ale with a friend. Now there
was a girl there-James was married already, so
there Is no poetry here-a girl named Charlotte
Marsden, who was a spinner and almost always
at the wheel. There CHANGED to be at the Horse
that night, u gay young Manchester chap, delight
ing in the flower naTae of Harry Garland;-haVe
we found our hero do you think--aud now to go
on by the book, Harry had seated himself beside
Charlotte Matsden, where she was spinning at the
further end of the spacious kitchen Some who
knew the lofty spirit Of the beautiful Charlotte,
offered to wager with Garland that be could not kiss
her, The forward youth attempted the rash act
without hesitation; upon which she called him an
impudent moth; and rising Indignantly, o%verturn-
ed her spinning wheel. 1t fell backward. The
spindle, which before had been horizontal, the
point towards the maiden's left hand, stood up.
right. The wheel which had been upright, and
turned by her right hand tits band turned the
s~pindle) was now horizontal. 1t continued to re-
volve in that position and to turn the spindle. In
q moment a thought, an inspiration of thought
fxed the eyes of Hargreaves upon it. Garland
pursued the indignant Charlotte out of the apart
meut. The company followed, urging him to the
renewal of his rudeness, which the more be tried
to succeed, the more he seemed to be ba fled and
Inundated. In their absence James Hargreayes
TUNED the wheel with his right hand it still lying
as it fell and drawing the rowing of ootton with
his left, saw that the spindle made as good q
thread standing vertically as it had done horizon
tally. Then Why an aspiration Of thought sug-
gested, should not many ~spindlcs, all standing
upright, all moved by a band crossing them from
the wheel, like this single spindle, each with a
bOtbin on it, and a rowing of cotton attached, and
something like the finger and thumb which now
takes hold Of the one rowing, to lay hold Of them
all, and draw them backward from the spindies
into attenuated threads? Why should not many
spiudles be moved, and threads be spun by the
same wheel and band which now spin one p
Hearing the company return, James TIargreaves
lifted the wheel to its feet, placed the rowing in its
right place, and said
sit thee down, Charlotte; let me see you spin ;
who can tell what may come Of this p
Then, after a pause, and a reflection that he
should retain his new ideas as secrets of his own
at present, he continued -
Thou may be his wife; more unlikely things
' have happened; it will be a fine thing to be lady
of all old Billy Garland may leave some day.
g Wife, indeed interjected the vexed maiden;
the moth Wife, indeed Whu would be wife 10
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Well said James, be that as it may; but
nun go whoam; my wife thinks whOam the best
I place for me, and l think so mysen.'
So Hargreaves went home, and a neighbours
boy going by two or three hours later, observed
a light in the window. They we're plain people
thereaway, and a little inquisitivo, though not
Yankees, and go the boy crept up to the window
and looked in. There stood our James lIar-
greaves, the weaver, tGotionless.
Suddenly he dropped on his knees, and rolled
on the stone floor at full length. He lay with his
face towards the floor, and made lines and circles
6 with the end of o burnt stick. He took hold
Of his bristly hair with one hand, and rubbed hi:
= forheAd and nose with the other and the blackened
stick. Then he sat upon the chair, and Ylaced
, his head between his hands, his elbows On biz
knees, and gazel intently on the floor. Then be
spraDg to his feet. and replied to some feeble
question of his wife, (who had not risen since thu
day she gave birth to a little strangely by a lout
assurance that he had it; and taking her in hi,
sturdy arms, he lifted her out. and held her ovel
the black drawings on the floor. These he ex
> planned and she joined q small, hopeful, happy
laugh with his high toned assurance that sh,
should never again toll at the sp~inning-wheel-
that she should never again play and have hi
, loom standing for want Of welt. She asked som
questions, which be answered, after seating her il
her arm chair, by laying her spinning-wheel o.
its back the horizontal spindle standing vertically
while he made the wheel revolve, and drew q re
- wing of cotton from the spindle into an alternate
" thread.
Our fortune is made when that is made b
said. speaking of his drawing on the floor.
What will you call it y asked the wife.
'Callitf Why, We can call il after thyser
Jenny They called thee Spinning jenny alor
"a | had thee, because thou beat every lass in Ston,
70 Moor at the wheel. What if we call it 'Spinnin
As Jenny r'
And so the spinning Jenny-Spinning Jenn
the second-was born and named that night; an
wrapped up 10 the story, our readers will find ii
so Poetry. t..#IIElI
eT AKID GLovED SAMSON.