The Delaware register, or, Farmers', manufacturers' & mechanics' advocate. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1828-1829, 1829-03-21


know what sorrow was, seemed the exultation OF
fiend that Knocked at my calamity and laughed at my
despair.
Months had continued in this feverish state of
being, when an incident occurred which diverted the
current of my thoughts, and had afterwards very
material influence upon my destiny. In one of my
solitary rambes through the Park, found little boy,
cold, hungry, and almost destitute of clothing, watch
ing, with the most alectonate socitude, and weeping
over dying mother She was a soldiers wife, who,
having lost her husband, returning to her native
village when disease and w9nt had arrested her pro-
gress. She was indeed, Fastening to her final home.
Her little companion, may say comforter, was no.
BILE, manly ooking boy Of five years old, with face
which had, without exception the finest, soitest, sweet
est expression | ever He sitting by her
side with look of childish, helpless anguish and the
tone in which his little clear voice mufmured, Don't
cry, noter don't cry, as he wiped the damps of death
from her brow, touched heart cold churlish, and III
sensible miIle.
She was carefully removed to the house. Every
remedy that experience could suggest, every comfort
that wealth could procure, afforded her. IL avaed
but little. Death would not be cheated of his prey
and his approach became hourly more perceptible.--
The little mourner watched every turn of her dsor-
der with glistening eye and quiyerng lip-sat hour
after hour with his little hand clasped in hers-and when
the last struggle and we forciby excluded him
from the chamber, he fixed himself on the step outside
the door--inquired in faltering accents of all who
entered quilted the apartment-and as each reply
became more hopeless than the former wept in 81
lence. When told him of his poor mothers death,
he refused food. No delicacy we could offer could
tempt his appetite. He sat by the coffin in childish
sorrow, and mourned as one that would not be COM
fored.'
Our limits here oblige us to give the substance of
some pages of the narrative instead of following the
original The riendless orphan of the widow is rea-
red with the fondest care and the holy work of chart
ty for time begues the sufierings of the unhappy
man the YOUTH however, is removed for the purpose
of education, and they return with accumulated VIC
ence. He had hitherto found comfort and even con
ISOLATION in the midst Of his wretchedness in his at
tendance at divine worship; this last soace about
to be wrested from him. The narrative proceeds
This interval of enjoyment was not long permit
ted me- One Easter Sunday have vivid a recol-
lection of the time, and place. and circumstances, us
though it had been affair of yesterday Glanced
to catch MIR Alleyne's eye resting upon me as he
slowly read in his deep, solemn tones--THoU SHALT
DO NO MURDER. ! was instantly unerved | could
detect deeper, graver meditation than usual-coud
trace in his penetrating eye peculiar expresson,j
point and severity in his generally mild and gentle
manner. lie suspected me Did he dare | would
brave him. could not. | was at church for the last
time.
:" My malady now returned with tenfod violence.
was unable to bear the presence even CT my own
servants. | insisted upon their never presuming to
look at me as they waited at dnneI-upon their eye
constantly and invariably stunning mine. will
not said |, with the tone and gesture of mailman,
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