Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1861-03-09
E G o s,
G.. L. NJ.


Mt. Harlow sauutsred listlessly about his gar
den walks; the long summer twilight was drawing
TO a close, and the young moon had hung her sill
very boz 10 the east. The hour was beautiful
aud ;be place in which he walked one to delight
the heart. But seeing, he saw not, and hearing,
he heard not, for his mind was with his ledger
and tangled business affairs.
Mr., Harlow, did business 10 Boston, and resided
in one Of the adjoining suburban towns. He had
recently. purchased a pretty little place. and his
family ~rejoiced 10 ;he exchange from q narrow
city street, TO the lovely gardens surrounding their
new home.
At the foot Of the garden was a little woody
dell, which had been purposely left in its natural
sta'eI a brook leaped unsteady down its rocky
bed. and then, taking o sudden turn, wound plo.
cidl y Through a green meadow. Here the five
children of Mr.. Harlow were playing. and their
shouts of glee rung out upon the evening air.
Papa, papa!' cried sturdy little Harry, appear
Ing at the top of the bank, come and hear our
echo. Ellen says it is the sweetest echo she ever
heard; we have called to it again and again, and
1t answers back just what we say"
Mr.. Harlow followed his son mechanically, but
when he stood in the midst of the laughing troop
Of children, he came out of bis troubled reverie.
Ou, IdtueT! VIC u Ounu u eCuO! lucy CIIeu
together. 'Hark-it shall call father said Su-
san. 'Fathor!' and the echo answered 'Fatherl'
Isn't it pleasant said Ellen, the eldest, a
thoughtful girl of twelve years. If we stand in
this spot, the echo speaks just once, clearly and
distinctly; but q little ~ the right or left, it is re-
peated two or three tines
'Ialvays liked TO hear an eCho,' said the father.
WITH a smile.
Halo, old echol' shouted Harry, Jumping up
aud down and the response made him shout and
laugh again.
Where do you liver called Nelson.
Sweet echo! sweet echoi' cried Susan, and the
woodland-sprite grew quite wild in answering to
their merry calls.
What is it, papat' asked Eddie, the threeyeal
old pet, as he chung timidly to his fathers side
who is it that speaks''
II is the nymohs Of the stream, or the GOODIES
Of these wood said Nelson, with a patronizini
air. He bad been reading mythology.
Don't you be afraid, Eddie. said Ellen. kindly
taking her little brothers hand; st is only th'
sound, of our own words coming Back to u.s."
The dew is falling, let US go into the house,
said the father, and be turned from the place, fol
lowed by his children. Ellen walked by his side
Father, the echo reminds ne of something l read
the other day. Il was q piece about moral echoe:
it is said that if we speak kindly. almost always
we ehould hear the echo in a kind reply; and
everything we do or say awakens echoes in Oui
own hearts, and the hearts Of those about u.s.
Very true, dear Ellen; you are quite a NOR
alist.' a srEE
In the society of his family, the shadows were
charmed from Mr., Harlow's brow, but when ht
lau nnan his william hnsv tronhled thouohfs han
ished sleep. He had been specializing somewhat
aside from his regular business, and was conse
quently harassed with too much care. As tn,
day dswned, he sank into a ftful slumber, whicl
gave no refreshment to his wearied mind an,
body.
a cheerful group gathered around the breakfat
table-fVe smiling, happy children and their ger
tie mother. Blu. the fathers brow was shade
ahd,he had no reply for the pleasant prattle of b
children; so they subsidized into silence, chilled b
his stern aspect. 1t might and should have bee
an hour bright and beautiful with domestic su
shine; and when Mr.. Harlow babe bis fami
good bye" for the day, and felt that his wifi,
eye followed him with a sad, inquiring glance, /
conscience smo;e him, for he had clouded I
sweet atmosphere Of home.
On bis way to the depot, an imrortunate neis
Dor seize1 him by the arm, and held him an inn
tient captive, while he detailed a Icing account
affairs which, he cared nothing abon.. lie rea,
cd the depot Just as the train was passing on.
sight. Fretful and vexed az this unnecessary
lay, he strode the platform frowningly, until
NEXT train appeared. Had the ride been long
he might have settled down before it's terminate
into a moro quiet state Of miod; but as it was,
grew more impatient with each passing nome
ap4 when he arrived at his place of business,
most 50 hour behind the usual time, he was il
high state of excitement.
A lRtle trial awaited Mr.. Harlow, which
not improse' his temper. Andrew Chase, a lac
6 teen, approached him with a timid, downt
air. sTIr gIF.
See there, Mr.. Harlow!' he said, pointing v
atrembling hand to a large mirror, which
one Of a row lining one side Of the store-a 1
crack disigured is polished surface.
'WhoCdid thari' exclaimed Mr.. Harlow.
Il did il. sir; l was busting it'll meant to
very careful. but the brush slipped 10 my hs
and the handle struck the glass;
you are a profitable assistant. l must say;
dollars At one erashl'
liam very sorry, SIR said Andrew. with &
ering lip.
s4wsll.. being sorry won't mend it, said
ii TlOy. f~retlnlly, as be passed on to bis eount
room.
Andrew was deeply grieved at the accident,
MrIHarlew's manner wonndsd him sorsly. q
psEehspt looked back through the glass dool
bis cc~antinSsoom. and saw the boys troub
isibfstface. Poor fellow he thought, me &