The New era. [volume] ([Portsmouth, Va.]) 1845-1847, 1845-11-01

account lately, that really I--the-the appearance
Of the thing would
Bu,-good God = interrupts the ogta,ed man
= what am to do2-what is to become of NV
notes ? My notes, man! Trusting in ,,o,lr
promptitcde, | have given myself no anxiety
The bank will close in half an hour. Sir, what
am TO dog
Can't pay, pom nv HONOR replied Deve
cooy, picking his teeth very hard case-an
unpleasant dilemma, certainly-l really dom,
Know what you can do-I-oh are you going
say Smith. my dear fellow, come and dine with
me Tomorrow
The courtroom is crowded
Bring in the prisoner
And the child who robbed the baker Of loaf
is placed at the bar-frghtened at the stern Looks
OF the Judge, and at the multitude of faces all
bear sn darkly upon him, his limbs irembe and he
can hardly support his own sbriveled frame
who saw this boy take the loaf7'
did, please your HONOR quoth red-faced
porily woman, bursting forward Il did, was
just taking home shoulder of mutton for butch
er at the corner, your honor, and saw the bow
hanging round the shop, and kne,c the moment
loohed upon ham, so pale and hnrgard as he
IS, thas he ,cas thief-and SO, thinks I. m
watch you, my lad-and sure enough, your hon
or, saw him just reach out his hand-so-and
S"d'c" d iod, anu t1en L caleu out StOD theft
Oh, woman-woman = cried shrill voice
from the crowd, did ye do it!'-and had We the
heart to cry hiefp upon the child. when We see
the miserable look of it! All. your honor-hear
bit have to say, and maybe your worship's
heart will soften to the poor boy o FANNY.
fanny sorra the day that ye were born, and va
in this troubled
We are strangers in this free kntra, your
honor, and sorra stroke of work. barring maybe
InS and fhnp e
honor, has my husband been able TO do and me
just after dying with fever, and phase God.
my poor baby did die!' Well, your honor, it's
suffer we dd-and little Tammy that bou your
worship, used to beg-and thankful we'd be for
the bits of bones and victuaIs he got-hut-but it
was starving we were--and he know'd it-and
the father dying your honor-and so-thas was
the way he came to take the loaf, wurn't il Tam
my ma UOurneen?'
The boys only answer was look of AGONY.
and fresh burst of tears.
Your story. good woman, does not alter the
.factp quoth Justice
fanny O'Reilly, you are sentenced to the
House of Correction for period of six months .
CHAPTER Nv.
Smith s. Co. hare stopped payment!
What rusty looking man is that passing with
bundle under each arm, and with countenance
80 care worn and unhappy2
U, that is MIR. Smith. He failed six months
ago, and he is not able to get into business again
He is an honest man and industrious, and he is
doing all he can to support his family
Who Is that pale woman sitting by her mid
night lamp stitch, stitch. stitch?''
1t is the wife of the broken merchandise is
trying TO earn few dollars to buy her children's
clothesl'
And that sickly looking, detected young girl
| see every day passing to and from the dressrna-
ker's?
1t is the oldest daughter of Smith. She is
dying with the consumption-but she must ,oork
or her little brothers and sisters will starve.'
But take care-get oct Of the way, quickly
quick-you ,oH be run oUer'
What splendid carriage!'
'Yes-that belongs to Mr. Deville!'
He only borrowed and ruined his friend But
the boy stole loaf of bread to keep his mother
from starring!