Rutland herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1823-1847, 1841-03-23
From the New Yotk Mirror.

The following tale illustrates one nf the manvI
stances OF distress existing among the poor seamsffd
ss of the CITY, and tho lady who has communicated
for publication IN the Mirror youches for It's autheQ
city.
Do YOU give out work here = SAID a voice SO 3
so %lady-hkc, that | involuntarily looked NJ from
purse was about purchasing for my darling iaS.,E1
birthday gift from his papa. 81
DO you give out work here = n
Not TO strangers, was tho rude reply. "a
The stranger TUNED and walked away.
That purse Is very cheap, ma'am.'
i do not wish il now said ], a.. taking up nv 49,
asol, left the shop, and followed the stranger lady.
Passing Ihompsons, she
went in-and came out. now saw her FACET was
pale-her hair, black as night, was parted on her fore
head-hef eyes too were black, and there was a wild.
ness IN them that made me shudder. She passed on
up Broadway to Grand street, where she entered q
miserable looking dwelling. | paused--should | fol-
low further she was evidently suffering much-I
was unpublished with wealth, and o. how blessed
in husband, children, friends | knocked-the door
was opened by a cross looking woman.
Is there any person here that does plain sewingr
| inquired.
i guess not was the reply. There is a woman
up stairs who used to work, but she can't get any
more TO do-and shall turn her out Tomorrow
Let me go up, said J, as passing the woman with .
shudder, assembled the stairs.
You can keep on up TO the garrett she screamed
alter me-and so did and there saw a sight of
which ], the child Of afluence, had never dreamed -
The lady had thrown off her hat, and was kneelinq BY
the side Of a poor low bed. Her hair had fallen over
her shOulders-she sobbed not, but seemed mo,ionless.
her face buried ia the covering OF the wreiched, miser-
able bed, wtereOn lay her husband. looked upon
his high, pale forehead, around which clung masses Of
damp, brown hair-it was knit, aud the pale hand
clenchod the ed.cIothes-worJs broke from his lips
| cannot pay you now | heard him say, poor fellow!
could bear II no longer, and knocked gently on the
door. The lady raised her head, threw back her long
black hair, and gazed mildly upon me. 1t was no time
Tor ceremony sickness, sorrow, want, and perhap.
starvation, were before NIL ann II lnnk Er a pnx.
son to do plain work, was all ! could say.
%, give 1t me- she sobbed. Two DAYS we have
not tasted food and tomorrow ----.' She gasp
ed, and tried TO finish the sentence, but could not She
knew that tomorrow they would be both homeless and
starving!
BE ~comoned you shall want no more
! kept my word. In a few DAYS she told me all OF
DAYS of happiness in sunny West Inlia's Isle-her
childhood's home Of the death of her father and mo.
thet-ot a cruel sister and brother in ia,g-how she
lett that home hoping to find a brother in America
how she sought IN vain, but instead found a husband
ne too, an EngIshman, a gentlenan and scholar, had
TO love alone Ia the crowd, all the world 10 each 9TH
or, they marrled--he procured employment 10 a school
she PLAN needle work. Too close attention to The du-
Ties OF hls school, long walks and scanty fare. brought
%ill-heaith, and confined him at length to his bed.
The shop from which his poor wife obtained work
ldlleG. and their resources were cot Of. She had look
Ell long, weary days for employment-many had none
10 glFe-Others had no work TO give to strangers. -
Thus ! found them-to comfort them for a litle time.
then | trust, they found, indeed, a comforter in heay-
en-!
The husband died first died placing the hand Of his
poor wife ia mine ! needed no, the mute appealing
look he gave me took her to my own happy home
II was too late
1t IS a very little time ago, ] went one morning IN
her room she bad passed a restless night had dream.
ed, she said, Of her George she called me her kind
and only fucnd-bcgged me 10 set a little while beside
her and looked up 20 sadly in my face, that nv own
heart seemed well nigh breaking. left her not again.
In the stu deep night, ! heard her murmur, Sister
Anne, do not speak 80 barshly 10 me! o, mamma
why do you leave me = Then again. she said. Give
me an orange, my sister, IN very faint Her soul
was again in her own sunny home.
Lay me by my George, and God will bless Won
were her last words 10 inc. led my hushed children
to look upon her sweet, pale face, a. she lay IN her
~ nor colin. They had never seen sorrow Or death,
aud then gave them the first knowledge Of both and
then l told them Of the sin, the cruelty Of those who
wound the Strangers heart