Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1843-09-09


The tears. and the simple and moving
language of the poor boy, touched chord
in the breast of the stranger that was &C.
customed to frequent vibrations.
"Where does your mother live, my boy?"
said he in husky voice, sis il far from
here7"
"She lives in the last house in this street.
sir" replied Henry. "You can see il from
here, in the third block, and on the left
hand side.'
Have you sent for physician7"
mo, sir" said The boy, sorrowfully,
shaking his head, II had no money to
pay neither for a physician nor for the
medicine"
"Here," said the stranger, drawing some
pieces of silver from his pocket, "here are
three dollars, take them and run immedi-
ately for physician" .........
Henry's eyes flashed with gratitude--he
received the money with n stammering and
almost inaudible voice, but with look of
the warmest gratitude, and vanished.
The benevolent stranger Immediately
sought the dwelling of the sick widow.
He entered little room, in which he could
see nothing but few implements of &c.
male labor--a miserable table, an old bu-
reau, and little bed which stood in one
corner, on which the invalid lay. She ap-
peared weak. and almost exhausted and
on the bedE her feet sat little boy, cry
ing as if his heart would break.
Deeply moved at this sight, the stranger
drew near the bedside of the invalid, and
feigning to be physician, inquired into
the nature of her disease. The symptoms
were explained in few words, when the
widow, with deep sigh, added, 20, sir,
my sickness has deeper cause, and one
which is beyond the art of the physician
to cure. am a mother-a wretched
mother / see my children sinking daily
deeper and deeper in misery and want,
which have no means Of relieving. Ny
sickness is of the heart, and death alone
can end my sorrows; but even death is
dreadful to me, for il awakens the thought
Of the misery into which my children
would be plunged if -" Here emotion
choked her utterance, and the tears flowed
unrestrained down her cheeks. But the
pretended physician spoke so consolngly
to her, and manifested so warm sympathy
for her condition, that the heart Of the poor
woman throbbed with pleasure that was
unwonted.
"Do not despair" said the benevolent
stranger, "think only of recovery and of
preserving life that is SO precious TO
your children. Can write prescription
hcre!" ~ .. .......
The poor widow took little prayer
book from the hand of the child who sal
with her on the bed, and, tearing out a
blank leaf, II have no other paper," said
she, "but, perhaps this will do" E.
The stranger took a pencil from his
pocket, and wrote few lines upon the pa
per. ....- ...ar ..... -.
This prescription" said he, "you will
find of great service to you. If it is ne
cessary, | will write you a second. have
great hopes Of your recovery" ...
He laid the paper on the table and went
away. ...... ..... ....
Scarcely was he gone when the elder son
returned. 81. . 90 ...
Cheer up, dear mother" said he, going
to her bedside and atfectionaiely kissing
her. "See what kind, benevolent siran.
ger has given us. 1t will make us rich for
several days. IL has enabled US to have a
physician, and he will be here in moment
Compose yourself, now, dear mother, and
take courage" ~ ..,tf. .....a..eas
"Come nearer, my son" answered the
mother, looking with pride and affection
on her child Come nearer, that may
bless you. God never fnrsakes the limo
cent and the good. o may lie still watch
over you in all your paths! A physician
has just been here. He was stranger
but he spake to me with kindness and ;
compassion that were balm to my heart
When he went away he left that prescrip
ton on the table; see if you can read it,"
Henry glanced al the paper and started
back--hc took il up, and he read through
again and again, cry of wonder and as
| constituent escaped him. ." -....
"What is it, my sonl" exclaimed the poo
widow. trembling with an apprehension
of she knew not what. .-a .-s ~
"Ah, read, dear mother! God has hear,
u.s." --... %
The mother took the paper from tn
hand of her son, but no sooner had sh
fixed her eyes upon il, than "my God!" sh
exclaimed, iii is Washington" and fe
back, fainting upon her pillow. e.4.
The writing was an obligation fror
I Washington, flor it was indeed he) b.
which the widow was to receive the sur
of one hundred do lars, from his own pr
vate property, to be doubled in case G
necessity oa @ Tvs. --z- 5..,.
Meanwhile the expected physician mad
| his appearance, and soon awoke the mothe
from her fainting fit. The joyful surpris
> together with a good nurse with which tn