Sentinel of the valley. [volume] (Woodstock, Va) 1841-1848, 1845-02-20

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eyes," answered Dick" ssand you
asked me about the family, and if we
wasn't in Distress"
every good" said the man in black,
"and you replied that you were in We
re deep distress indeed.'
eyes, for a saucepan, said Dick.
cit was to boil our Chismast pud-
ding in,'' said the widow. ssBut we
hav'nt got one, sir, nor no hopes OF
one"
every good" said the man in black.
~ am Parambulating member of the
| District Benevolent Visiting Society,
and am come to relieve your wants"
"You are very good, Pm sure" said
] the widow, quite hustered by such
mortal plunges from hot to cold, and
then hot again. "As you say sir, l
have seen better days''-though how
or when the gentleman said SO was
known onlyto herself. eyes, for TWEEN
tyyears have been householder, and
up to this time have never missed cele-
brateng my Christmas in a respectable
way. And | do own it wuld go nigh
to break my heart y
every good, very good" said the
man in black, busily writing in the red
book, from which he eventually tore out
a leaf, that he folded up and presented
to the widow.
! ''There's an order, ma'am, for what
Jon want"
"rhe lord in heaven bless youp' cried
the widow, starting up from the chair,
with a first impulse to throw herself on
the good mans neck, and second one
to 60 down on her knees to him; but
which she checked just as the genuAec-
ton arrived at the proper point for a
very profound courtesy.
ooh, sir! but Pm too full to speak.
Yet, if the prayers of a widow and six
fatherless children
! every good, very good, very good, :"
said the man in black, waving off the
six ragged, dirty grateful, fatherless
children, who wanted to hug and kiss
him-and shutting as fast as he could
to the door, through which he bolted,
more like a detected swindler, than a
protested Samaritan.
/ "Well, what comes of trusting to
providence" said the widow, quite
| forgetting recent lapse the least in the
world towards Atheism. "Come chill
dren, sing, % be joyful, for we have
got our pudding at last.''
!. The children needed no further hint,
but at once joined their hands, and be-
gan dancing round the table as if the
: grand object of their hopes had been
! in the middle, Dick whistling "Merri-
! ly danced the Quaker's wife," as loud
I and as fast as she could rattle it, whilst
| the mother ecstatically beat time with
her head and foot. At last they were
all out o breath.
"There, that will do, said the widow.
"Now then, some of you put on you,
hats and bonnets to fetch the things:
for, of course, its an order on the baker
and the grocer"
"It's an order," said careful Susan,
reading deliberately the paper which
she had taken from her mothers pas
sive hand, can order for six yards Of
| flannel"
/ "Flaunin!"
eyes, flannel
| The widow snatched the paper; CLAN
| ced at it; threw it from her; and drop
ped into herchair, not as for tempo
airy rest, but as though she would fain
have sunk through the bottom of it,
and right through the floor, and down
through the foundation of the house,
/ and six foot of earth beneath, for qui-
ct grave.--[ Hoods Magazine. q.
/ Rich Men Of .Nsac Yorh Cay-A lit
tie pamphlet has been published Civ
| ing a list Of the rich men of the Coon
merical Emporium. Among them are
John Jacob Aston, reported to be worth
| $25, 100000; Stephen Whitney 10,
| 900, 900; VIM. B. Astor, $500, 900;
James Lenox, 3,OOU,OCO; Isaac Bron-
son, 800, 900; Stephen Van Renssa-
lear, 10, 100000; Henry Breevost, IT.,
| 100000; Wm.B. Crosby, | 900, 1000;
VIM. C. Furness, 1000, 600; John
Haggerty 100000; Peter Harmony,
| | SOC, 900; Jonathan Hunt, !, 900, 900;
Peter LorilIard, l,o00,0O0; Governor
Morris, / 100000; Ansom G. Phelps
| / 900, 900; Jonathan Moore, / 900, 900;
Peter G. Stuyyesant, 4,00O, 000; Cor
nelius VANDERBILT, 100000; John
Mason, 100000; Mrs. Jacob Loril-
lard, 800, 900; Mrs. Francis Pearsell,
1900, 000.