Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1847-12-22

their love. ID His faEeNa very pale, and
she thought for asn1ofnent that the .dilation
of his nostrils had ceased. IS, Her. heart
throbbed wildly Alser BOSOM, and going to
la little wooden cha took ssout a broken
| bit of looking glass aacinS it before his
tmouth, for he was she endeavor
|, ed to find out if he brsalhed. There
was no moisture on here was
a slight tremor Of he 9Ie rt Of The dead man,
that, like BIRD, - lsase its nest,
lgsn,ly, gent y hsasedhs sss 3, FL 8 s0'' aaa @
The widowed WOO pa{ her hands,
Eteforesher eyes, and gIla s5lls Jared a6s
look upon her poor little daughter, who
still sat playing: on the bed where her faith
er died. 1t wasall gone! The home that
I she had left-the friends that she had sep
arated from-the vision of the blue waves
fringed with silver laces that she had cross
ed over-the hopes of wealth and happi-
ness in the land of Liberty-the pleasant
thought of sending on, when they had got
rich, for her own aged mother and the
| gray-haired father of her husband! Her
husband! She wildly withdrew the thin,
white fingers that were clasped over her
eyes and saw the placid features of her
husband who was cold in death, and her
daughter still playing with her little apple!
| The tides of her heart rose with such ve-
locity that she fell upon the planking, and
when some of her companions picked her
up she saw that the blood was gurgling
from her mouth, that her fingers were
| clinched and that her wan bosom heaved
with tumult. -..
= A few moments more, and her pulse
ceased to quiver, and her glazed eyes look
ed upwards as if to. God! She was dead
he was dead, and still the little faxen head
ed, blue-eyed girl sat smiling by those who
were her parents. There were two in.
quests that day, and two rough coffins con.
veyed the dead wife and husband to the
grave! The little orphan thought it gay
thing to take them away, for some one had
told her that they were asleep, and then
she laughed and clasped her tiny hands. In
little while, however, she commenced
crying for her mother, and little tears as
bright as pearls trickled down her pure
cheeks. A broad -shouldered man, at the
time that he was lifting box out Of the
hold, saw the little girl, and asked who she
was. He learned her history, and with
his horny hand wiping tear from his eye,
asked if he could take her. The Captain
and those around, glad to get rid Of what
they considered a burdens assented. He
took the orphan by the hnnd and led her
to his home.
aMary, DEAR" said he 10 his wife in
tones that told he had come from the En-
erald Isle, 'sit's no childer oy our own that
we have, an since I've been out I've got
one for ye! Oh, Mary, she's an orphan
she's like the rosebud torn from the
stem, an it's me and your own dear silf
that will take care of her!'' ...
The good wife of the poor long-shore-
man did take care of the little orphan and
brought it up as her own. Time made it
forget who its parents were, and in little
while it loved its foster mother and father
dearly. Fortune was prosperous to the
kind couple, and in a few years the long
shoreman had money enough to set himself
up in business. In few years more the
neighbors whispered that he was getting
rich, and it was true! By industry and
economy he accumulated sufficient wealth
to live in splendor, and he now, if nc wish
ed, might drive his couch and four. What
became of the little German girl? She
grew up to be beautiful woman-a bless
ing to her foster parents and an ornament
to her sex. A few nights ago marriage
took place in this city, and after the GER
emony was performed, tall, handsome
young man and lovely woman might
have been seen going on board steam
boat that was bound up the river. The
young man was wealthy merchant of ST..
Louis, and the lady was no less person
than the little German girl, who, nearly
twenty years ago arrived in New Orleans
a desolate orphan!