American Republican and Baltimore daily clipper. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1844-1846, 1846-03-10
From Douglas Jerrold's Magazine.
THE WINTER ROBIN.
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oil didn't mean any harm, sir" replied
me, bursting afresh into tears. 81 have lost
he shillings; nay grandmother sent me to pawn
ring, and have lost the money"
The clergyman looked his friend solemnly
the face. ''To pawn, to pawn!'' he excaim-
giving to each syllable its due impressive
nunciation. "The vice of the lower classes
abominable-to pawn!'
The shock was too immense for the rever-
I'd gentleman to contend against. He waved
is hand, saying, "There, get away child, get
way and walked into the house followed by
is friend.
Jane hurredly left that neighborhood. No
pod, she thought, could come from such vi
nifty. But what was she to do? She must
eg now, and haply she might meet with those
no imputed to the lower orders something
hich was not "vice" 1t was with heavy
cart that, turning out of the street in which
ne clergyman lived, she stood where the la
Us passed home from the market, and looked
their faces with eager, hungry eyes. 1t be-
an to snow Just at this time. Timid and
ohamed, she watched an opportunity to make
er first appeal. But every one was in such
aste to get home, now that SNOW was falling,
nat her duplicating attitude, and pale, atten-
ated face were scarcely noticed, or gained on
y cold, unsympathising stare. All, it was
I'D for the poor girl to see SO many fellow
christians, not one of whom was disposed to
end TO their Maker an unstateable fraction of
ne wealth He had bestowed upon them. 1t
true that she had not yet petitIoned with
er tongue-but her eyes, her cheeks, her
inched limbs and bare attire, what eloquent
ongues they had. How impressive their ora
yorv! But it was a weekday, and Charity was
theme for Sundays. Once in seven days,
he rich folks of Rookheld condescended to
all the poor their brethren.
Faster fell the snow. The girls bonnet and
haw were white as the roofs of the houses
She shvered and her teeth chartered. The
narrow of her bones was chilled. She had
ddressed five or six individuals, none of whom
eigned reply, or recognized her existence by
much as a shake of the head, or other mute
election of her suit. "Only Penny,-ts for
nv grandmother; have lost five shilings, and
We have nothing to eat at home. Faster fell
he snow, and those who were thus entreated
. walked faster on their way.
He that giUeth to the poor, tendeth 10 the Lord
llasmuch as ye did ii not TO one Of The least Of
4lese my brethren, ye did 1t not to me. Holy
words, accredited by those who turned deaf
lear to the petition of the shivering beggar girl.
ed to the thickly-falling snow, and suffering
|the severest privation from the combined eff
ects of cold and hunger. And during all that
time she got angry and even abusive words,
deprecatng looks and threats Of Bridewell, but
not one halfpenny, not one
And now the day was so far advanced that
the night would soon close in. 1t still showed
ast-fast The cold extreme. As she hurried
along the pavement, she caught frequent sights
of glowing fires in crates, and happy people
warming themselves thereby. The cold was
n her limbs, and in her heart. She must has
en home, lest her poor grandmother should
die with fright because of her long ABSENCE
Yet once more she would beg-yet once more
ior her aged relations sake, she would beg.
A sailor rather an uncommon parsonage IL
Rookfield, approached. She raised her hands
asupplication, her pale face, streaming with
to RS, and her supplicating attitude, attracted
the worthy tar's attention. She told her story
and the humane seaman drew from his poke
leathern purse, and placed five shillings ir
her hand, saying that he gave it to her for the
sake of his mother, who was an old woman
and whom he was hurrying to meet, after 9
lonp-long absence-f she were still ALIVE
she were still alive. He should have chile
100, he said, but he thought she was dead -
he didn't know.
Oh joy-oh, light-hearted joy! Heaping un.
counted blessings upon the head of the gener'
Gus son of Neptune, our happy Jane set her
face homeward in good earnest. She was or
the moor now; but soaked to the skin by the
penetrating snow and chilled almost beyond the
power of her sight, enfeebed frame to bear
At every step she took, her strength grew
less and less The snow fell now so fast and
thick, that objects at trihing distance were
obscured, and her little feet sank deeper every
instant.
Ohio die upon the lonely moor-how hor
rible! To sit frantcally down, and-as she re-
membered to have heard it told that people Sc
had perished-to heap the snow around her
and build herself frightful tomb herewith
Were such to be her end, through the lone
hours of that bitter winters night, how woult
her old grandmother rave in mad despair, ant
call vsinly upon heaven to aid her darling
child!
Thicker and faster-thcker and faster yet
No sky, no horizon, no object on which to res
the eye, but all one waste of snow, that mad
The eYeballs ache TO look upon. Faster am
faster yet, and feebler and feebler grew he
steps. A dizziness came over her-a strang
sensation spread around her heart She coul
not hold out much longer. She felt hersel
sinking-Yet one more struggle for her youn!
life.
A chirp, as of a little bird, sounded in he
ear. Ii was close beside her-a robin-a win
ter robin.
The moor was, in GUNNER particularly bar
ren, even for moor. There was not tre