Morning herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1837-1840, 1838-07-17

Dashing's Dtary--Poor little Helen.
As was leaning over the old fence Of one Of the
picturesque little cabbage gardens just out Of our
modern Babel, and gazing the neat little shsntee
opposite, fell into somewhat OF penslve mood,
and, is my custom, began to moralZc. Here, said
!, hrusline The handle OF my umb ella INTO my mouth,
to assist my deliberations is picture OF human hie
Immediately before me was huge bed OF cabbages.
These are the common herd Of mankind Ne body
passes moment TO look at them yet the Pheso-
pher discovers in the N mute shades OF difference,
something which distinguishes each rsm Inc general
mass. Those tall peas are the noblessc-so weak
that each has 10 be supported or he would fall TO The
ground. That green bed of lettuce resembles the
young merchant, elae with hope and lie. f"n
clump of strawberries is the perfumed and scented
dandy These raspberres the had got thus far
when pretty girl of sixteen appeared in the little
spot before the house devoted 10 the fair sex OF plants
the rose the lilly, the neneysuckle, and the pink,
All +! said !, here too is matter for reflection. All
these things, that have enumerated only remind me
of the dull every day walk of life; but that little
clump of natures beauties looks through the veil
that evening casts over them, lovely as the visions
that we see Of life ere we commence our career of
trouble Alas 1t is as false, as fleeing; and the
sorghly goddess OF the scene, was She too, iRdebt
cd 10 twill ght and distance for the blush she excited?
Wanting some flower seeds, opened the little gate
and crossed the garden by narrow path, and arrived
unperceved at the door Mary, said for It was the
pretty saint that had seen AT the sound OF her
name, she started, looked confusedly in my face then
at the flowers in he lap, which she was forming in
TO little bouquets but continued silent. Dropping on
one knee beside her began 10 assist her IN her task
and having arranged them all took her little hand
and asked for what purpose she thus mingled the
of Nature. Before she could answer, little
cherub not than five years old came running
out and lenped into her lap Here, said she, is my
reply. How said |. What caa the child do with
Mays So, Mr. Dashing, you really think you are
entitled to ask all these questions, after CALAMITY
deserving RE at church the other day2
Dash.-Nay, you were the deserler
Mary left the room few minutes TO see my
pet in the infant school, and on my retuln MI. ID.
was not there.
Dash.-And was it this child you were kissing in
the class room
Chld-Yes, Mary kisses me-none but Mary
Mary see you are anxious to know the history
OF little Helen; and as do believe that the desertlon
last Sunday not intended, will pardon you this
iimo and relate il. Helen is the daughter of one OF
the Inflated passengers who persisted ia the Home.
hen the OF his death reached his wife, she was
on a bed of Sickness and The wretched widow be-
came maniac. They had but lately arrived from
the south. The husband had all their little properly
with him, and with him pc 1shed all they had The
mother is lot ravDg, but melancholy mad. Perfect
ly harmless she for hoursand gazes en- the nver
and when steamboat passes, she will sometimes
weep and sometimes dance, thinking her John is
there and will soon be home She tells the poor lit
tie Helen 10 make haste and get ready-here comes
papa-and then sits down again, forgetting all that
passed These scenes pass twenty times day-but
she has not friend in The city no body takes any
notice of H. Since met little Helen, have told her
s,ory all my friends, and every day she takes them
flowers which get for her from this poor gardener
for mere u,fle, and they give her something TO as
sist her poor mother which, added TO a weekly al
lowance from a humane society, keeps her from
wanting. As Mary concluded her tale, tear STOOD
in her eye. Little Helen sawt and taking her apron,
dried the pearly drop and kissed the place 10 make
it well. DON'T cry, said she. Fathers gone to heav
en- but he will come back some day and fetch poor
little Helen, and will give him these flowers, and
tell him Mss Mary loved poor little Helen.
Reader, you may smile if you please; but do
sure you felt as If | could have wept like great
innocent. pressed the haad Of the gentle Mary.
look ed first her. then at the child then her. and
then the little lunches Of flowers. III l live for
thousand years, shall never forget that moonlt gar
den, and poor little Helen.