Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1836-09-30


f0sifBy' a tank4bii for twenlv
pounds IN piece OF paper babe him ca,ry
u upto his mother, and not sell her iavori,e
brd, and that he would see her The nov,
service 10 her. my
i he liiile hoy ran with his message 10 his
ho'her' whose surprise, it must be imagin.
'u' was great. As TO MIR. Allen. he retired
y rest and enjoyed that sweet renose which
never iailS to attend the slum6ers of the
good u 'ne
AS this humane gentleman felt himself
uncommonly affected with the suGerings Of
ifis little distressed family, he was next dav
uneasy MI the hour arrived when he in,en.
aeh calling oHthem. fic tapped -oenttv M
Tue door, which was opened by little smil.
ng girl
II IS impossible for any pen but Field
ing 10 describe the scene of misery tba,
presented itself The wre,cbed mother SAT
Neeplne over her dead infant, yainly fancy.
ing sun had life, and was not gone forey.
erls- Fhr other children were CRYING of
munger ard cold, the season being extreme.
y severe and they had not the least spark
OF hre IN the apartments in which was eve.
ry mark of the most bitter diiress.
The poor woman was surprised at the
appearance OF a stranger, and looking IN
with her face covered with tears. and with
an air of dignity which appeared in the
midst OF this SCENE of Indebtedness. she AZ
tempted 10 rise but MIR Allen prevented
her begging her not 10 be disturbed by his
presence.
Il saw, madam, your little boy yesterday.
and by him found that--h
Il am glad, sir, (inirrrupting hina) of an
opportunity OF returning YOU The bank bill
you sent by my child. Here it s-unbrok
en- assure you-but cannot ACCEPT Of iha,
winch It VIII never be in my power to repay. !
am, Il IS true, under the hard hand Of pow
eHy-bui indeed, Sir, neither can. nor will
accept this (again offering the billy on any
consideration. When this poor babe, who /
expired tins morning, is laid in the earth |
lconllnued she bursting into iears) these |
hands Will provide support for my lule |
ones left; It is for their distress alone that !
my heart bleeds, when they are CRYING a
round me for bread. But as to your bounty, |
SIR, must insist on returning il"
Mr. Allen, who was aSionished al these
noble sentiments, with such picture of rea
disressson all sides. most vehemenlly insist. /
ed on the acceptance of what he called I
irihe
IL feel (said hey for the sufcrings OF these
little ones | have been myself parent
Il am, madam, most deeply affected with
your sorrows. my tears you see, will flow
an old mans teals-but what of that -
they are tears Of sincerity. Once more, let
me beg your acceptance, of what you stand
in such extreme need Of"
His persuaSions however, were in vain,
and The poor woman continued inlexible in
her refusal OF his generous offer. She ac-
knowedgcd in the warmcs, terms her graft
lude, and begged him TO sit down
The little children now gathered round
his knees, whom he kissed by turns, took
Them in his arms, and treated them with
cakes and sweet-meats which he had brot
in his pocket for that purpose He felt him
self uncommonly affected, whilst the little
nnocents, who were now playing around
him in the highest spirits (lor with children
Of that age)
"The tears forgot as she'd ="
and were asking him many liue questions
with the beautiful simplicity Of their early
years
Tell me madam (said Mr.. Allen, wiping
he tears which flowed down his aged cheek
what can do to serve you. Have you any
Darenls-any friend to whom shall apply {
or your relief2"
Il have none, she replied, (weeping) no
parent no friends am stranger in this {
and helpless and have no one to apply {
o Tor relief wish ! knew where to dis
pose OF this manuscript Preaching her hand I
o a bundle of papers which lay on an.old |
broken chair by her side.) II could find
TO purchase this little work, | IL
should then have the means of procuring {
'read for these poor babes. have offered
t to one or two Of that profession, but have S
net with inconceivable difficulties in the dis Q
,osal OF It, as one bookseller told me, he new Y
II published work without name-and n
h
Pray interrupted Mr.. Allen,) when did S
you write it2 Is it novel2 | have no s
great opinion of modern novels" fl
at is not novel, sir-it is miscellane. Y
'us collection; but they are not of my writ c
ng.-Chance brought the work to my hands {
" very odd accident. AS | was one day $
an old worm-eaten chest, saw in S
me corner OF my wretched apartment large Q
'nndle of papers, but so delaced by mildew +
nd damps, that could hardly make outthe St
ontents. o
81 have however, with much difficulty, v
very evening. when my children were a. II
leep' set about transcribing the work as a 81
bought occurred to me that it might per CT