The national whig. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1847-1847, 1847-08-02
ONE OF TOO MANY.
From the BROOKLYN Adyer

n@ rom the brooklyn ADVERTISER.
| Passing along Henry street on Saturday eve
ning, we were aciosled BY little girl, clo,hee
IN rags and patches, with please, sir. TO give
me lew coppers. lam hungry and mother
is hungry and my two brothers and one sister
are sick do give me few coppers, sir" She
was about eight years OF age, and her sunkel
hollow cheeks aud latered dress showed plain.
ly that she was the child OF poverty. : Is YOU
father home p we asked Father died sud
denly and was buried last Monday said the
little girl, as the tears flowed down her cheeks
Please give me few coppers,' she continued
we are so hungry |, was evident that the
little girl spoke The truth, and we asked her il
she would show us TO the place where she liv.
ed. his a long way she replied, and its
dark all The way upstairs 10 The room where
mother is. We took her hand for many q
block she led US on, and as she spoke of her ia.
theirs death she wept.
When father died she said, my brother
cried all day aud all night TOO, until il made
him sick, and Pm afraid he will die. But he
don't cry now; he is too sick and weak and
mother has no money 10 pay doctor, and
no medicine, nor nothing nice 10 give him TO
eat. o, sir, make hasle,' she. said, as she ran
ahead, mother will want the pennies | have
got, and and win be 50 glad TO see you, Tor no
body has been in the room since father died.
For many block we were led by the ragged
but now gladstone little chaterrer, aud at length
she stopped before the door of house nearly
in the centre Of a block of buildings, and "Trip.
ping lightly up the steps of the stoop, said
mother lives here the place is dark, but III
lead you up there.v Up one, two, three pair
of stairs, we followed our little guide in utter
darkness. This way she said, as she seized
our hand She led US on until she arrived al a
door, which she opened and we entered.
Mother," said our guide, "this gentleman,
when asked him for some cents for you, wan
ted to come TO see you; | have brought him,
mother, and now he'll know that didn't tell
him story" The mother was leaning over
boy Of about fourteen, lying on a straw mat
trass placed upon chest on one side Of the
room. The tears were streaming from her
eyes and from ihe.boy's eyes 100. There was
a cot 10 another corner OF The room. on which
Law two sick children. They moaned-O how
painful il was to hear them There was nei-
Their chair nor table in the room; two large
boxes were there on one Of which we took our
seat. "Och, sir, she said, releasing her arms
from the neck Of her sick son, /" an IFS hard
TO have TO send me lilIle girlto beg, but IFS
harder still TO starve wild three childer sick with
the ship fever ia one room, and not thing TO
give 'em.v E
Il was wreiched place the woman had
neither biz nor sup in her room, nor means
wherewith TO obtain them, save the few cents
our little guide brought in. They had not tast.
ed food that day. A visit TO the market and
the appearance Of a butcher boy with basket
Of various kinds of eatsbles caused the poor
mother TO weep for joy. And our little guide,
God bless her clung----but never mind wha,
she did she had good supper that night and
plenty nexfday. And, as the ladies have Ia
ken the case in hand. we believe the poor fam
lily will be placed beyond want. s u.