Weekly national intelligencer. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1841-1869, 1847-08-21

The LOST CHrIp.-Wandering lstlessly through a re-
quarter of the city [of Philadelphia -om often
Of aeoon-our attention arrested by the plantve
voice Of little child, and turning corner sud
denly upon group Of women, surrounding handsome little
boy OF two and hall or three years DID, crying between his
sobs, Mamma, mammal want my mamma I" The wo-
around him nearly all Irsh-the kndest creatures
in the world children-and were overwhelming the poor
frightened child with anxious questions where he lived and
what his name, backed by the inevitable promises
candy and sugar in unlimited quantities. So earnest
they restore the child its home, that they all talked
once, and kept speaking louder and louder every minute
The little uuant, half frightened Of its tender wits at the
strange voices and violent gesiculaons of his would-be
friends began screaming IN terror which threatened convul
sons whilst the good women in puzzled agony and mo-
hery despair hther and thther, chaerng and throw
ing their about like company Of dealers in the fan
ces" during great "hl." The occasion urgent and
decided to bring little hero out of the scape by
audacous worthy of General Pillow himself So,
advancing resoutey into the crowd, took the child by the
hand enchanting
"Why, Charley, here you at last Come along dear
mamma is waiting for you"
We hurredy thanked the good for taking Of
the dear little boy and, taking the tempore Charley
by the hand hurried away, followed by troop Of genuine
Irish blessings.
The child had ceased crying although his round white
bosom still heaved with silent sobs like little subsd-
ing after He looked up and then into face
with such rusu confdng, happy glance Of expectation
that heart sank at what we had done. But it
time TO retreat.
why, Charley" said, in careless tone
could assume, "how you to go far from mamma "
g" buy candy" said he, holding up his chubby left hand
with a bright ftp in it. sMy not Charley though y
and the little rogue laughed at catching in bunder.
This felt the time, ever, to ascertain what
his name.
Well, know it isn't; but now see If you tell me
what 81 We stopped and looked earnestly into his beau
tiul blue eyes,
The child seemed suddenly TO feel that he must make
exertion and hesitated moment il to collect himself
member Of Congress could moi have done it better.
Edward ~" said the little fellow, at length, pro-
nouncng each syllable slowly and without shadow of his
childish mperectness Of accent With feeling of relief
stepped into shop looked the Directory and found for
tunaey but three names like that Of charge Ore
barber, another seamsress and the third wholesale
chant We scrunzed the somewhat elegant dress of the
boy, and gazed carefully his face 1t too happy for the
child Of seamsress and the embroidery about the hem Of
his fine linen frock evidently not of home manufacture
On the other hand had he been the BARRIERS son. his golden
silky hair would have been plastced down with bears oil
Our mind made up and proceeded confidently to the
house Of Mr. N, in the upper part Of Walnut street.
We found the place in running about in
alarm and lady in morning gown, and her sweet face half
hidden by veil of shining hair falling 10 dsheveled masses
of gold and brown her beautiful shoulders came
ming instantly TO the door, The question was solvedthe
child sprang his mothers with cry of delights and
clasped passonatey her bosom, he nestled there like
young rosebud beneath the parent leaves.
But don't believe that either OF them happy
the readers very humble servant-Ph North american