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Uncu 1-ois's cum.

ciuir. ix.

In which it appears that a Senator is but a Man.—Mrs. Bird.—'I‘he Discoinfiled Senator. —An Unexpected Appearance.—-The Senator and the Man.—Elisa’s Story and its lilliicts. --Questions and Replies.——Heads and Hearts. —A Senior in a I"ix.—An Ohio Railroad.— The Senator's Journey.—John Van 'l‘rcmpe.

Tun light of the cheerful fire shone on the rug and carpet ofa cosy parlour, and ittered on the sides of the tea-cups, and well- rightened tea-pot, as Senator Bird was drawing od‘ his boots, preparatory to iusertin his feet in a ir of new handsome slippers, w ich his wife ad been workin for him while awa on his senato- rial tour. firs. Bird, locking t e very picture of delight, was superintendiug the arrange- ments of the table, ever and anon mingling ad- monitory remarks to a num r of froliesome ju- veniles, who were eifervescing in all those modes of untold gambol and mischief that have asto- nished mothers aver since the flood.

“ Tom, let the door-knob alone—there‘s a man! Mary! Mary! don't pull the cat’s tail- poor Pussy! Jim, you inusn’t climb on that table-—no,no ! You don‘t know, my dear,'what a surprise it is to us all to see you here to- night,” said she, at last, when she found a space to say something to her husband.

“Yes, yes, I thought I’d just make a run down, spend the night, and have a little comfort at home. I'm tired to death, and my head

rd cast a glance at a camphor-bottle, which stood in the half-open closet. and appear- ed to meditate an approach to it, but her hus- band interposed. “ No, no, Mar , no doctoring! a cup ofyour hottea,an someofonr good home living, what I want. legislating 1” And the senator smiled, as if he rather liked Otis: idea of considering himself a sacrifice to his

ne. .

u will," said his wife, after the business of the tea-hble was tting ve slack, “ and what have they been do ng in the ate 1"

Now, it was a very unusual thing for gentle little Mrs. Bird ever to trouble her head with what was goin on in the house of the Stat.e,very wisely considering, that she had enough to do to mind her 0 Mr. Bird. therefore, opened his e in surprise, and said,-

“ ot. ver much of importance."

“ Well; ut is it true, that they have been passing a law forbiddin poo le to give meat and drink to those poor co co folks that come is

It's a tiresome busines, this

ion 1 I heard they were talkin of so esuch law, ut I diidp"t think any Christ an le slature won t ' '

" W y, Mary, you are getting to be a politi- cian all at once.’ . .

“ No, nonsense! I wouldn't give a tip for all your politics, generally, but I think this is some- thin downrig tcruel and unchristian. I hope, my r, no such law has been ssed."

“ There has been a law passe forbidding

le to help of the slaves that come over rom tacky, my dear; so much of that thing has been done by these reckless Abolitionists that our brethren in Kentucky are very strongly ex- cited, and it seems necessa , and no more than Christian and kind, that something should be done by our Shh hi quiet the excitement."

“ And what is the law! It don't forbid us to shelter these poor creatures a night, does it! and give ’em something comfortable to eat, and a few old clothes, and send them quietly about their bnsiiien l” ‘

" Why,_yes, my dear and abetting, you know Mrs. Bird wasa timid, blushing little woman, of about four feet in height, and with mild blue eyes, and‘ a peach-blow complexion, and the gentlest, sweetest voice in the world; as for re , a moderate-sired cock-turkey had been known to put her to rent at the very ilrst gob- ble. and a stout house-do of moderate capacity would hriii her into six ction, merely by a show of his teeth. Her husband and c ildren were her entire world, and in those she ruled more by entreaty and rsnasion than by com- mand or argument. mm was only one thing that was capable of srcusln her, and that pro- vocation came in on thesi of her unusually tle an sym thetic nature; anything in the s peof cruel y would threw her into a s- sion_, which was more alarmin and inexp ca- ble in pro rtion to the -genera soflnesss of her uture. erally the most indulgnt and so to he entreeted of all mothers, still er boys ha a ver reverent remembrance of a most vehe- ment chastiseinent she once bestowed on them, because shh found them, leagued with several less boys of the neighbourhood, stoning a useless itten

duh _ you what,” flint tim

;, that would be aiding

" I’ll tell Master Bill used to say,

“ I was scflrstl e. Mother came at me I Sought she was crasy, and I was I“ bled ofto bed, without any

worse *9 “H50 7909- I fill on what," he'd -3,, " we boys never stoned enohhr kitten!”

On the present Mrs. B ly, with very red cheeks, which NI’ Ippetrance, sell up to her husband with quite a resehils air, and said, in a deans has,-.

" New. John I want to

know. suns Isessaiscisugsonsohsli&h'i'ihm

ird rose quick- tiite improved

Wednesday asdasausnhy mornings.’

won’t‘shoot me now, Mary, if I say I o ."

" I never could have thought it of you, John ! You didn’t vote for it!”

“ Even so, my fair politician.”

“ You ought to be ashamed, John. Poor, homeless, houseless creatures! It's a shame-

, wi ed,,aboininable law, and ['11 break it, for one the first time I tacbance ; and Ihope Irhcll have a chance, I o ! Things have got to a pretty pass, if a woman can‘t vs a warm supper and a bed to poor, starvin creatures, just because they are slaves, an have been abused and oppressed all their lives, poor

in "’

“ ut, Mary,,'ust listen to me. Your feelings are all quite rig t, dear, and interesting, and I love_ on for them ; but then, dear, we mustn't sufl'e our feelings to run away with our judg- ment. You must consider, its not a matter of private feeling; there are great blic interests involved; there is such a state 0 public agita- tion_ rising, that we must put aside our private

in .

" ow, John, I don’t. know anythin about politics, but I can read my Bible ; an there I see that I must feed the hungry, clothe the na-

ked, and comfort the desolate ; and that Bible I '

mean to follow."

“ But in cases {there 1ypur doing so would in- volve a cat ub ic evi ‘ -

" Obegin god never brings on public evils. I zpowlilt t. It’s always safest, all round, to

as e I s us.”

“Now listen to me, Mary. and I can state to you a very clear argument, to show"-—

“ Oh, nonsense, ohn! on can talk all ni ht, but you wouldn't do it. put it to you, Jo n, won (I you now turn away a poor, shivering, hungry creature from your door, because he was a runaway! Would you now 1"

Now, if the truth must be told, our senator had the misfortune to be a_man who had a par- ticular humane and accessible nature, and tur- nin away anybody that was in trouble never ha been his forte ; and what was worse for him in this particular pinch of the argument was, that his wife knew it, and, of course, was making an assault on rather an indefensible point. So he had recourse to the usual means of ining time for such cases made and provi- deaf? he said, “ahem,” and coughed several times, took out his pocket-handkerchief, and pliliogitin fto wlipe hisdggasseshhiflrs. Bir:'i,tesppiiti:)g

e ence ess con l ion 0 e enemy - ry, no more conscience than to push her

advantage.

“ I should like to see you doing that, John- I really should ! Turning a woman out of doors in a snow-storm, for instance, or ma be y take her up and put her in cl wcuIdn‘t IR... ......i.i mans .. real. I (1 Bl: thin! '

“ Of course,it would be a very painful duty," began Mr.-Bird in a moderate tone. “ Duty, John ! don't use that word ! You know it isn'ta duty—it can’t be a duty! If folks want to keep their slaves from running away, let ’em treat ’em well—that’s my doc- trin If I have slaves (as I hope I never shall have) I'd risk their wanting to run away from me, or you either, John. I tell you, folks don't run away,whcn they are happy ; and when the do run,poor creatures ! they sulfer enough wit cold, and hunger, and fear, without everybudy’s turning against them; and, law or no law, I never will, so help me .

“ ldary! Mary, my dear, let me reason with

on. _ “ I hate reasoning, John-—especially reason- gnmin such subjects. There ‘s a way you political o

ri ht

ou’d out

have of coming round and round is plain

thing; and you don‘t believe in it your- se ves when it comes to ctiee. know you well enough. John. You on’t believe it’s right, any more than I do ! and you wouldn’t do it any sooner than I." ,

At this critical juncture Old Cudjoe, the black man-of-all-work, put his head in at the door,

d wished “ Missis would come into the kitch- en :” and our senator, tolerably relieved, looked after his little wife with a whimsical mixture of amusement and vaxatiou, and, seating 'mself in the armchair, began to read the papers.

After a moment his wife's voice was heard at the door, in a quick’, earnest tone, “ John ! John! I do wish you d come herea moment.”

He laid down his paper and went into the kitchen, and suirted, quite amused at the si ht that presented itself. A young and slen er woman, with garments torn and froscn, with one shoe gone, and the stocking torn awa from the cut and bleeding foot, was laid hac in is deadly swoon upon two chairs. There was the impress of the despised race on her face, yet none could hel feeling its mournful and - thetic beau , w ile its stony sharpness, its 4: , fixed, death y as t, struck a emn chill over him. He drew E: breath short, and s in silence. His wife, and their onl coloured domestic, Old Aunt Dinah, were busily engaged in restorative measures; while old Cu ' lmd gotthe boy on his knee, and was busy pulling on’ his shoes and stockings, and chafing his little oold feet. v

" Sure, now, if she aia’t a sight to behold!” said old Dinah. com ' tely, “ ’Pesrs like ‘twee the heat that made her faint. She was tol’abls peart when she cum in, and asked, if she couldn’t warm herself here a spell ; and I was justa askin’ her where she can from, and she fiinthd right down. Never done much hard work, guess, by the looks of her hands."

“ Poor creature;” as’ Mrs ‘ ,compassion- ately, as the woman slowly unclosd her lsr dark eyes, and looked vacantly at her. Sudden y an expression of agony crossed her face, and she gppapiglqp, saying, “ Oh, my Harry ! have they

The boy, at this, jumped from Cudioe's knee,

and, running toher side, put ii his arms. “ Oh he's here? he's here !” she eaelhimed.

“Oh, ma‘am—!" said she, wildly, to Mrs. 1

Bird, " do protect us! don't let them get him!"

“ Nohod shall hurt you here, poor woman,” said Mrs. ird,enconragingly. “ You are safe; don't be afraid!”

“ God bless you !" said the woman, covering her bee and sobhin : while the little boy, see- in her crying, tri to t into her lap.

itll many gentle an 'm.lM4'hi¢

none knew better how to render than Mrs. Bird,

the poor woman was in time rendered more

calm. temporar bed'was provided for her on the settle, near tlie fire; and, after a short time, she fell into a heavy slumber with the child, who seemed no less weary, souadl sleep- ing on her arm; fag thke ipother resisted, with nevou an't e inestattemtstohe hiiii frbm Iihei-,;' and even in slesppher arm encircled him with an unrelaxing clasp, as if ‘she cpuld not even then be beguile of her vigi- a t old.

“Mr. and Mrs. Bird had gone back to the ¥’.“r’..'.§’.‘i.’.3. '.5‘.i’I°.:..f.i.'.“f.’.'§° .5123 ‘£335 £."‘.’£Z" J23 cedin conversation: but Mrs. Bird buls)ied herse f with her knittin work, and Mr. Bird pretended to be reading t e per. _

B “I wonder who 111:6 what she is!” said Mr. ird at is t as he id it down.

is Wlll'l6l1'IlI8 wakes up and feels a little rested,

l ‘"3-i'.a;°°§ir?s" Bird, after musing ' in silence over his newspaper. ‘ ear!"

“ She couldn‘t_'. wear one of your gowns,'could 2.'.'§.;."€L 'i.‘.‘.’.."ii.‘.'.?l‘.‘.'§.'.'."£:.‘§.'..'".f.'.’ .'.‘i'2.'»'¢"' 8”” . B Adqufinte perce tible smile imvgncred on Mrs. ' ir ‘s cc ass eanswered “ e'llsee.” Another’psuse, and Mr.’ Bird again broke ta-—

u

“ I sa , wife!”

“ Wel ! What now!”

“ Why, there’s that old bomhasin cloak that you keep on purpose to put over me, when I take my afternoon’s nap; you might as well give her that——she needs clothes.”

At this instant Dinah looked in to say that the woman was awake, and wanted to see missis.

Mr. and Mrs. Bird went into the kitchen, fol- lowed h the two oldest boys, the smaller fry gaging y this time been safely disposed of in

e .

The woman was now sitting up on the settle by the tire. She was looking steadily into the haze, with a calm, heart-broken expression, very difierent from her former a itatcd wildness.

“Did you want me!" sai Mrs. Bird, in

gentle tones. “I hope you feel better now, poor woman l” A long—drawn. shivering sigh, was the only

answer ; but she lifted her dark eyes, and fixed them on her with such a forlorn and imploring expression that the tears came into the little woman‘s eyes.

“ You needn't be afraid of anything; we are friends here, poor woman ! Tell me where you came from, and what you want,” said she.

“ I came from Kentuck ,” said the woman.

“ When!" said Mr,’ firdltaking up tha in. wrru nous‘ . "' ' '

“ o-ni ht."

“ How id you come!”

“ I crossed on the ice.”

“ Crossed on the ice !” said every one resent. I “ _Yes,” said the woman slowly, “ I oi God helping me, Ipcrossed on the ice ; for they were behind me—right bahind—and there was no other way !"

' “ Law, missis." said Oudjoe, “ the ice is all‘ in broken-up blocks, a swinging and a tottering up and down in the water. ’

“ Iknow it was——I know it!" said she wildl ; “ but_I did it_! I wouldn’t have thought Icou d —I didn’t think I should t over, but I didn’t care! I could but die, i I didn’t. The Lord helped me : nobody knows how much the Lord can hel ’em, till they try,” said the woman, with a shing eye.

" Were you a slave!" said Mr. Bird.

“ Yes, Sir ; I belonged to a mania Kentucky."

“ Was he unkind toyou 1"

" No Sir; he was a good master.”

“And was your mistress unkind to you!”

“ No’, sir--no! my mistress was always good

me.

“Whit could induce you to leave a good home, then, and run away, and go through such dan rs!”

T e woma_.n_ looked up at Mrs. Bird with a keen scrutinizing glance, and it did not escape her that she was dressed in dee mourning.’

“ M_a’ain,” she said suddenly, “ have you ever lost a child i”

The question was unexpected, and it was a thrust on a new wound; for it was only a qinth since a darling child of the family had been laid in the gen‘. ‘

Mr. ird turned round and walked to the window, and Mrs. Bird burst into tears; but recovering her voice, she ea‘ -

“ Why do you ask that‘! I have lost a little one."

“ Then you will feel for me. Ihave lost two, one after auother—left ’em uried there when I came away ; and I had onl this one left. never slept a night without in: -, he was all I _ lie was my comfort and pride, day and night; and, mum, theywere goin to take him away from me——to sell him-—sell ' south, ma’am, to go all alone-a baby that had never been away from his mother in his life ! I couldn't stand it, ma'am. I knew I never should be good for anything if they did ; and when I knew ‘the papers were si ed, an was sold, I took him and came I: the ni t; and -they chased me—-the man that bought im,

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coming down right behind me, and I heard ’em. Ijumped right on to the ice, ahd how Igot across I don't know : but, first I. knew, aman was helping me iap the nk.”

'l'he woman di not sob nor weep. She had gone to s lsce where tears are dry ; but every one are her was, in some way o aracteristic of themselves, showing. signs’ of hearty sym-

pa . The two little boys, a des rats ruin-

ma 'n in their pockets. in seer; of those g t- kerchiefs which mothers know are

never to he found there, had thrown themselves 5 discousolately into the skirts of their raother’s ' wn, wherethey were sobbing, and wiping

t sir I Wll noses to their heart's content; , Mrs. ird had her face fairly’ hidden in her pocket-handkerchiehsnd old i h, with tears

streaming down her black, st cc, was efpculating, " lord, have ni on us!" wiii all the their of a can ; while old

Cudjce, rubbing his eyes very hard with his eufi. and ' s most uncommon variety of wry

nded in the same key, with great fervour. Our senater was a mess- man, and of course could not be expected to cry, like other mortals ; and so he turned his back to the com y, and looked out of the window and seem particularly busy in clearing his throat and wiping his spec asses, -occa- sionally blowing his nose in a manner that was calculated to excite suspicion, hadany one been in a state to observe critically.

“ How came on to tell me, you had a kind master?” he denl euolaimed, l ing down say resolutely seuie ind ofrisingfi is throat,

an-ning suddenl round upon the woman.

" Because heiosse ind master-—l'lI say that of him, any way ; and ni isirese was kind; but they couldn't help‘ themselves. They were owing money ; and there was somse s_\', I can’! Iell how, that s men had held‘ on them, and they were obliged to give him his will. I listened, and heard him telling mistress Ihai, and she begging and pleading for me, and he told her he couIdn‘,l. hey: himself, and lint the papers were all drawn; an ihei. it was I took him and left my honié, and came away. lknew ’twes no use in my Iryii 1011". ifihey did it; l’or’t ‘peers like this child is all i have."

“ Have you as husband 7"

" Yes, but he belongs to number man. His master is real hard to him. and vu-n'I Ievhlui come to see me. hardly ever; and he’s grows harder sud harder 1-pon us. and he threatens to sell him down south. ' it's like, I'll never see him again !”

The quiet ions in which the woman pmn nnad the-e wands might have led s supc-Int-isl 1» server to think ‘her she was enliri-ly spslhcln-.: but there was a calm. settled depth ofsnaulsh in her large. dark, eye, that spoke ol something. fer otherwise.

“ And where do you man to go, my poor wo- man?" said Mrs. Bird.

H To Canada, if I only knew lalius that was. ls it very far oil‘, to Csnsslsf" said she, looking up, with a simple, confiding air, to. Mrs, B'ird’s

cc.

‘* Poor thing!" said Mrs. Bird, involuntarily. “Ie’tsvcry great way ed’, lihink!" said the women, esrsssily.

" Much further than you ihink,»pcnr child!" s'aid MvswBird: "but we will try to think wha can be done for you. ' Here, Dinah, make her up a in your own room. close by the kitchen. and I'll think what to do for her in the morning, Meanwhile, never fear, poor woman. Put your trust in God ; He will proIcci_rou."

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GIVEN’!!! REPORT or run Pluvcl xnwsnn ismnn sssocuq-_to1¢ ns cormncrxon wrru -rns ionnos .n:ws’.scci‘a'rr. Your Committee in ting their Seventh Report, endeavour ’to glean from the Records of the London Society. such -facts and appeals as