Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1845-01-31
A TOUCHING STORY.

We find the following very affecting and roman
tic sketch published Under the head OF Police Re-
ports, in the Baltimore Republican of Thursday
evening.
Poverty. A few days since poor, yet docenty
clad female, presented herself at one of Offices
and requested the magistrate to send her TO the
Aims House. Her manner and language denoted
that she had seen better days and while she beg
ged the officer to grant her last request the tears
in rapid course trckled down her furrowed cheeks,
and her sobs choaked her utterance, she tried TO
tell her mournful story. The officer as in duty
bound, asked her name, when she replied in man.
ner that brought the tears from the eyes OF those
sturdy mnons Of the law, whose hearts neces.
sarly steeed to pity and the finer feelings of the
man.
| ask me not my name, she cried, let me bear
! in silence and unknown, the fate an nscrutabe
Providence has meted out to me, but let not aged
parents, fond brothers and loving sisters hear that
| that | have died the inmate of an s-f1ouse,
and the recipient of public charity.
| Il will grant your DESIRE the magistrate rep-
ed, sbut if | knew more of your history and cir
cumstances might probably do something better
for YOU
Il will tell what dare tell, if you will believe
that speak the truth, and use your influence to
obtain me some situation, in which | can but earn
an honest living was her imprisoned answer
The magistrate promised to do all he could tor
her and alleviate her situation much possible.
| MAY Heaven bless you sirn she said, and told
the following mournful and thrilling confederation
of suffering and perversity, commingled with sobs
and the actual feelings OF the woman.
1.-TWO years ago, sir, was happy and knew not
what it was to want; my parents were rich, and
owned one of the finest plantations in Southern
State; was but young-not twenty, but had my
suitors the sons o! wealthy men, yet loved them
moi no one of the gaudy throng had as yet made
an impression on my heart There was in the
neighborhood, poor but manly youth, the teacher
of our district school; he visited our house, and
was treated with all the respect and attention that
the other visitors received; and II, sir fell in
love with that man, and it was reciprocated My
father soon discovered the secret any forbade him
ever to cross his threshold again. Need say, sir,
we met clandestlnely and were married: we fled
and took up our residence in this city. My hus
band, my William, taught an academy for live
lihood, and for eighteen months we were happy,
but then my husband was taken SICK, and he--he
died! Yes-oh God he died land | was lett
alone among strangers. wrote to my parents, ask
ing their forgiveness -but-my--letterw was return
ed unopened. My little means exhausted, and
must starve, or-go TO that refuge of poverty
the aims house but it will hot last long, the sands
of my life are nearly run out, and look for RET
uge from this worlds miseries n-my grave"
She ended, and every eye present was met with
sympathy for her unhappy situation. One gentle
man who was present, with that noble, generous,
and manly feeling, characteristic of "nature's no
blemen," came forward and offered her home and
esylum beneath his roof, which we need not add,
was cheeriully and thankfully accepted, and she
left the office with the prospect Of better IT not nap
pier days before her.
/ Thus it is in this world, misfortune dares place