New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1846-03-25

wasnot merely the greatness of the act for one
in such crcumsta but the quiet matieroi-course
way in which it was done, that showed the habltua
tone Of the mind and made us feel that life could
hardly do more for human being than TO make him
or her the somebody that is daily so deeply needed
10 represent the righ,-to do The plain right thing
God will provide" Ay indeed, it is the poor
who feel themselves near to the God of Love
Though he STAY them, still do they trust him.
hope said l 10 poor appie-womsn VINO had oeeh
drawn on 10 disclose tale Of distress that almost.
in the mere hearing, made me wearyot lite, " nope
| may yet see you in a happier condition I'm
Gods help" she replied. with smile that Raphael
would have delighted TO transfer TO the canvas Mo
zart TO his strains OF angelic sweetness. All her lie
she had seemed an outcast child still she leaned
upon her Father love.
The dignity Of state like this may vary lis form III
more or less richness and beauty OF detail but here
ia the focus of what makes life valuable. 1t is this
spirit which makes Poverty the best servant 10 the
Ideal of Human Nature ! am content with this
type, and will only quote, in addition ballad l
found in foreign periodical translated from Cpa-
misso and which forcibly recalled my own laun-
dress as an equally admirable sample OF the same
class, the Ideal Poor, which we need for our con
ISOLATION SO long as there must be real poverty
THE OLD wAsHERWOMAN.
AMONG Won lines her hands have ladsn
lsundress with white hair appears,
Alert as many youthful maiden.
Spite of her five ndseventy years
Bravey she those white hairs. stil!
Eating the bread hard toll obtained her,
And laboring truly to fulfil
The duties to which God ordained her.
Once she was young and full OF gladness,
She loved and hoped. wooed and won
Then came the mstron's cares, The sadness
No loving heart on earth may shun
Three babes she bore her mate; she prayed
Beside his sick-bed he taken;
She saw him in the church-yard laid
Yet kept her faith and hope mistaken
The task her little ones of feeding
She met unalterng from tha! hour
She ught them thrift and honest breeding
Her virtues were their worldly dover.
To seek employment one by one,
Forth with her blessing they departed.
And she was in the world alone
Alone and old, but still! high hearted
With frugal forethought selfdenying,
She gathered coin, and fax she bought
And many night her spindle plying,
Good store OF ine.spun thread she wrought
The thread was fashioned in the loom;
She brought it home and calmly seated
To work with thought Of gloom
Her decent grave clothes she completed.
She looks on them with fond ea,ion,
They are her wealth her treasure rare
Her ages pride and consolation,
Hoarded with all a misers care.
She dons the sark each Sabbath day,
To hear the Word that fsileth never
Well pleased she lays it ihen away,
Till she shall sleep in it for ever.
Would the, my spirit witness bore ME
That like this woman had done
The work my Maker put before rue,
Duly from morn Till set Of sun.
Would that life's cup had been by me
Quatied in such wise and happy measure.
And that too might finally
Look on my shroud with such meek pleasure.
Such are the noble of the earth. They do not re-
pine they do no, chafe, even in the nmosi heart
They feel that, whatever else may be denied or
Withdrawn, there remains the better part, which
cannot be taken from them. This line exactly eX-
presses the woman | knew;
Alone and old but still higb-hear,ed"
Will any, Poor or Rich fail to feel that the children
of such parent were rich, when
Her virtues were their worldly dowert"
VIII any fail TO bow the heart in assent 10 the
aspiration
Would that my spirit witness bore
That like this woman, had done
The work my Maker put before me,
Duly from morn Till set Of sum-
May not that suffice to any mans ambition? x