The Ohio Democrat. [volume] (Canal Dover, Ohio) 1840-1900, 1842-12-29
BY MITCHENER & MATHEWS
From the Rochester Democrat.
THE LOST FOUND.

svid.nt that the vessel which he carried had been d-
vertsd from its legitimate use and that it was now used
not as an oil can, but as whskeyjug Having seen
him pass twice in ono day with his ever present can,
We had the curiosity to accOsthim and did SO by nqu-
ring his residence.
.Ilive's, said he, five miles from the city, on the
- road"
You have been to the city once before to- day, have
you mott
YES, slr,I came down in the morning; but Icoudn't
get what was sent for, and had to come again..
what was you sent for, my udl 1t must be sene|
thing very important to make necessary for you to
walk twenty miles in This Storm
why, sir, il was whiskey that was sent for-fath'
q had no money, and he sent me to MIR. -'s to
get trusted but he would Mt trust any more, so had to
10 home without the whiskey but father sent me back
again
How do you expect to get it now, when you couldn't
Get it in the morningF
why sir, have brought pair OfshOes which Sis
ter sent mother Mr.. - will give whiskey for them.
He has got two three pairs ofmOther's shoes now.
DO you like to carry whiskey home. my beyl
% mol sir, for makes all so unhappy but cannot
hspit."
We took the responsibility of advising the boy net 10
fulfil his errand, and returned home with him. The
family we found consisted Husband, wife and four
chdren-he Oldest (the boy) was not more than ten
years Of age, while the youngest was an infant of
few months. II was cold clustering day. The north
wind blew harshly, and came, rough and unbiddsn
through the numberess crevceS Of the poor mans hos
vel. A few black embers occupied the fire place, a>
JIoI tba bolc oL,od oh &
the woe stricken mother and wife. Her face was hag
gard-her eyes sunken her hair dishevelled-her
clothes altered and unclsan. She seated upon an
old broken chair, AID was mechanically swinging to
and fro as ifendeavsring to quiet her infant, which
moaned piilally in its mothers arms 1t had been
sick from its birth, and it now seemingly strug>
Cling to free itself from the harsh world Into which it
had but a few months previously, been ushered.
There wa tear in The eye Of The mother as she
gazsd upon the expiring babe. The fountain had been
long before dried up by the internal 6res which aco.
hol had kindsd and fed. Yet she was the picture of
despair and we could not but fancy, she sat thus,
that her mind wandering back to the happy past
the days Of her infancy and girhood and her
ly home, Poor thingl She had given her affections
and her hand to man who had taken the first steps in
intemperaucS. She had lel her home full of buoyant
hooes-hopes never to be reaised-to spend life of
misery with sot Broken heared-cast out from the
society of her former friends frowned upon by the
good society," humanO-spoksn of as the miserable
wife of miserable drunkard-wilh no hand to help,
no heart to py-she very soon became tippler and
drunkard herself
BY the side of this woe-smilion MOTHER kneelsd a
little girl offve or six years, Down whose saow cheeks
tears we're coursing aud who ever and anon exclaimed
Poor little Willis must you dol' oh mother, must
Willie dsl' and then kissing the clammy sweat from
little We's brow, covered her face with her taered
apron and wspt
In the opposite corner the chimney, and among
the ashes which covered Tho HEARTH sat boy Of about
seven years, dragging from among the half dead ems
bsrs potato, which he broke open with The remark,
''llothsr. give this to little WiIls-may behs's hun
Cry. I'm hungry too, and SO is sister, but WillIe's
sick; give him this potato, mother
mo, my poor boy said the mother, Willie will
never be hungry again He will soon be dead
This remark drew all the children around the moth
Or and tho dying child. The father was sitting upon
what was intended for bedstead, without hat shoes
Or soa with his hands thrust into his pockets, appa-
renty indifferent to all that was passing around him.
HIS head was resting upon his breast and his blurred
eyeS were fastened upon the floor, if he were afraid
look up at the sOrrowing group who watching
The countenance Of the dying infant
IN There was moment of silence. Not sound was
heard. Even the Sobs of the little girl had ceased.
Death was crossing the threshold. The very reepa.
tion ofthe household seemed suspended when slight
shverng ofthe limbs of the infant and shrek from
ths kaESonscouS mother told all that the vital spark
had fed. E..
u For the first time the father moved Slowly advans
cling to where his wife was seated with quiverng lp
4 hs whispered, Is he dsad9'
yes, James, the poor babe is dead!' was the cho-
king reply ofthe mother who still sat- as at first. ga,
zing upon the face Of her little one.
Without uttering another word, the long brutalised
father LEFT the house. muttorlng as he lsf, MY God,
how longl'
At this moment, kind hearted lady came in, who
had heard before, of the dangerous illness of the child
bhe had brought with her medicine; but her an
gel visit was toe late. The gentle spirit of the babe
bad fled, and there remansd for her but 10 comfort the
wing This she did, while we followed The father.
Tirelatsd to him the circumstances which mad led US
Dhshouss, and briefly spoke ofthe misery which in
OVitably follows in the wake of fintemperaneo.
A. TkRow it sir, said he Il have long known it, I
K have NOT ALWAYS heen what you now soo r,o AIoo