American Republican and Baltimore daily clipper. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1844-1846, 1845-11-12

hNeu upon lilo pdlIlG CouAtendnCe OF hc1, WHO
was her earthly idoi--with the calmnGss OF aes-
pair, she listened to the hoaving breath Of her
dying child,
"Wi!l 10 come soon, mOther?' murmu7cd
Enne, family. ale will listen to my las! words
if he Ina Va never needed me before"
al have sent for him answered Mrs. Grant,
almost inaudlbly.
''Oh! he will not cone, - m0aneG The suffer.
er, "wio will love you, as [ have cone, dear
! mother? who will care for you?" she paused,
and then resumed fiutteringly, cob what Il
cold ord this is, TO the poor. will you stay
long without me, here; oh, on" size went on,
in tone of dreamy musing, her sweet, misty
eyes resting droopingly upon her mothers face.
! A change soon came over her cosntenance. -
kiss me, mother" she said, graspingly, 'put
! your arms around mc-Oh! mother, God will
help YOU" She tried to raise her feeble arm,
but it fell strengthless at her side Dear mo-
ther," she murmured, again. Her loving eyes
were closed-the chill of death came upon her
forehead before her mother realized that her
gentle spirit had fled from its tenement. I'M
clasping her arms, from the cherished form o.!
her child, she gazed upon her cold, cold lea-
lures. Then fearful cry rent the death-iko
stiffness oil the apartment. 'Oh! God, my
heart is broken burst from her lips, and she
fell back senseless upon the floor. NeiGhbors,
humble, but kind, had heard her wild scream,
and when she awoke from her swooa three or
four women were bending anXiously over her.
The slender form Of Anne had been removed
from the arm chair, and placed upon the bed.
Her glossy hair lay in loose tresses upon her
neck; and even ia death the expression Of her
countcnance was so lovely and natural, that
Mrs Grant half believed what had passed was
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on the white brow of that lovely one. Death
was there. \ low wall escaped her lips, but
still her eyes dwelt upon her child Slowly
the tears gathered until they blinded her. She
sunk upon a chair, and then her wild sobbings
Of passionate grief broke forth.
It was not till the next day, Joseph Grant
knelt by the coffin of his sister. His eyes were
blood-shot, and his face red and swollen. he
was silent and gloomy; roraorse was in his breast
but the soltuess Of repentance was not its
companion. 4 touch Of feeling, occasionally,
relieved the logged sternness of his counte-
nance, when he watched his mother stand, hour
after hour, and gaze upon the senseless clay
that once held the spirit Of her child. One Of
Mrs Grants neighbOrs went to those who en-
ployed her in washing, and, IN strong impetu-
Gus language, described her situation. She
| succeeded in awakening their sympathes. A
decent burial was given to Anne, for Mrs. Grant
was utterly destitute. kindness was poured in
upon her by strangers, for her story was spread
abroad. Yet she, for whom it would have
been so dearly priced, could not be relieved by
it, and its value was lessened. A wealthy and
kind hearted lady took the moor, but industrious
washerwomau, into her family, as house-keeP-
er. Time, the soitner Of all grief and sympa-
thy and kindness too, came heelingly to the
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bidding Of those who considered it no duty to
soften and relieve, as far as lay in their power,
the hard lot Of less fortunate being. Self
self-how corrodingly in thousand petty ways,
it eats into, ana saps the very life of society,"
marring what God would have go beautiful.
Mrs. Crocker heard Of Mis-. Grants good for
tune, in getting permanently established in a
kind family.
ooh, pshaw!'' she exclaimed contemptuous-
ly, ats easy enough for people 10 be very be-
nevolent and kind to the poor, when they have
moro money than they know what to do with.
Very nice, 10 be praised by every body, when
it don't cost anything l suppose If we're
sick, I'd be called a pattern of goodness, mi
nisterng angel, and all that kind Of stuff. No
matter what should do now for some lazy beg
gar, no one would hear oft. iguess If should
tell all know about that old wa sherwonan, il
would mt DO little"
Mrs. Crocker's view Of benevolence was not
entirely peculiar to herself. She thought of
the sound it would make, rather than the good
it would do. She did not consider that her
small mto, thrown in, in all kindliness, was
charity greater than the most brilliant gift, be-
slowed through ostentatious motives. We can
not be placed in situation, where, if we will,
our kindness may not avail in some way. Sym
pathy may give gentle passage to hours, that
would otherwise be weary and cherries. 1t
need not necessarily be the sympathy Of fami-
liarity, bat a spark of kind feeling, going forth
towards any ono with whom we may come in
contact if our charity is not extensive, it should
at least be pure and generous.
MUSICAL AND THEATRICAL. Miss Bramson
~ ni vinn nneris in Nav York -=The Slo-