Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1861-02-09
MY PETS.


Come in and see my pets,' said a soft voice to
me last night, as l passed an open door, with my
lighted lamp, on my way to bed.
slipped in noiseloSsly, and saw there a picture
more beautiful and touching than ever was trans
ferved to canvass by the grandest of the Old Mas
tiers.
A fair young girl lay upon the bed, her brown
hair resting upon her snowy pillow, and upon
each arm a beautiful child. one q boy and the 9TH
or a girl, in sweet md refreshing sleep. Fair
browed, golden haired little angels, they were,
and upon each little face rested the sunny glow Of
happiness and content.
WAS there anything strange or uncommon |
hear you ask, in seeing a young girl. in a bed with
two happy sleeping children p
Yes, something very strange something emo
bling to humanity something great and good
something to be talked of, wrote of, remembered,
embalmed in the soul of every true man and wo-
man, till it shall become a life-giving principle,
and lead those similarly situated to Go and do
likewise
These two children were taken from the Home
in New York. Were twins-a brother and a sis
ter-littlo helpless ones, given to a cold world by
a mother too delicate, too frail, to bear its storms,
INV pusoCu away lSGhln5 tuteS uIlbub images
Of GoD Alone!
Kind charity gathered them up as brands from
the burning, or, rather, pluckod them as we pluck
lilies from the dark staguant waters of the pond,
and transfer them to our homes to get out their
fragrance among those we love not like the lilies
TO wither and die, but to be cultivated into immor-
tai life and beauty.
A stranger visiting New York, saw them and
gathered them TO her arms-the delicate dwarfed
twin blossoms and brought them to her home in
the west, taught them to say 'mother,'-opcned
for their little stormed hearts fountains Of love,
from which they drink daily d~raughts, and are
SLED. They thrive and grow. Every LOur de-
velops some new grace and reveals some hidden
source Of hope and JOY that makes her heart leap
with happiness, and offer up lis Thanksgiving that
she was permitted to be the finder of these lost
gems, more precious than the diamonds Of the
East, or all The sought for gold Of California.
Is the benefit all on one side? By no means
She is cultivating her own soul-opening it day
by day to light and truth. she has not felt the
deep and holy thrills of maternity, but she has
brought the pure love of unselfshness to act upon
these foESakan ones, till they have crept into all
the secret places of the heart, and are daily be-
coming more and more life of her life, and strength
Of her strength.
Not her alone who has taken the place of moth
err, but her husband also opens his arms as father,
and the young girl upon whose arms they lay last
night, loves them with a love more than a sisters
loves them, works for them, watches over them,
holds them to her heart, and sleeps the sweeter for
her tender care.
Dear reader, if you should happen to be one of
those that meet almost daily, wearing away tho
precious hours of your young womanhood over
zephyr, worsted, or crotchet needles, seeking the
midnight party for excitement, and hunting
through dry good stores and jewelers. shops, 70.
some new folly upon which to expend the contents
of a well-flled purse. supplied by an indulgent
father, who has sold himself, soul and body, since
his early manhood, to the almighty doliar,'-I
ask you to pause. Lay down this paper, and try
for one hour to think.
Is there not in your neighborhood some sweet
child, whose soul is being starved for the want Of
that which you might give, and be made richer
for the giving? Not your dollars and dimes so
much does it need as your love, now thrown away
upon dogs and Canaries, upon fancies and fash
ions, upon things which give no return, but on
the contrary waste and exhaust the soil, till it will
ere long become a barren, fallow field, upon which
no spring violet or wild rose will ever bloom, but
instead the Canada thistle will fasten and scatter
its obnoxious seeds far and near. This better love
gives no more than it takes. Obi
If 40 love was ever wasted,
There woul1 be enough for ALL
No child in all the world need be orphaned if
those who need would receive the blessing await.
ing at their doors.