The Davenport gazette. [volume] (Davenport, Scott Co., Iowa) 1841-185?, 1848-05-04
From the Boston Olive Branch.
HELEN LESLIE.
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Thank Heaven! the pure, fresh air, the
bright sunshine, and natures sweet music
may be enjoyed by the poor as we'll ns the
rich. Thy breath, thy smile aud thy voice
sre thoy, oh Father, and thanks to thee
that thy gifts ere alike free to ALL
So murmursd young girl as she raised
the upper window Of On old denying build
ing in c. street, and looked towards
the west, where golden sun was fast sniI-
ing through ocean Of bright and varied tint.
cd autumn clouds, away-to give light and
gladncss TO another sphere.
The cir seemed unusually free from
smoke and dust, and when its coolncss and
freshness touched her brow, faint color
came to her pale and sickly cheek, aud n
smile Of joyousness 10 her eye.
Over the easement from which she lcan-
ed, was small bird cage Of gilded wire,
the door Of which was open; and among
the branches Of q beautiful rose tree which
bloomed beside il, was bright little cana-
~ hopping eaily about, and pouring forth
loved songs Of glsdness, in the endenvor. Il
seemed TO attract tho attention OF IFS mis-
tress.
sAh, Zillo. she said, turning her eyes
slowly away from the west, as il she dread
ed to look on any thing but the brigh,
hesvcn--sAh, Zillo, you arc happy now,
but what will become Of you in the cold
winter which 10 approaching? And what
will become Of the, tor, and off, and here
her eyes turned to the other eide of the
apartment, where on little pallet lay fc-
male in dull feverish sleep. Tue eyes Of
the young girl filled with tears as she lock-
ed on tho woman and heard her low
moans.'
oh, what can do for you, Margcr. Z
she said half aloud, ms she wrung her hands
ia an anguish. what can ! do for you?
You have expended your little all for inc,
and have labosed 10 restore me to health !.
And now you are III, most likely in consc-
quence Of your care far me, and J can do
nothing but weep over your suffering and
hclplessncss. II could only get sewing;
but people Stare at mo 80 rudcly when |
enter the shop and ask tor work, and they
reply to me 50 coldly that my hcnrt freezes,
end t1rn away mud feel TINT death may
como to the when il will. Az, and 20 il
may come; but Margery-poor Margery-'
and she sunk down on her knees beside the
bed, and buried her face in her hands.
Tho little canary sung more loudly and
caily a. he hoped back into his cage and
then out again upon the pale blossoms Of
tho rose tree, never alighting on any ether
object, though his eyes followed his mistress
whose attention he seemed endeavoring 10
draw again toward himself. Bat the young
girl did mt heed tho song Of the dcnrly be-
loved bird; she had forgotten her gratitude
TO Heaven, for the blessings she Ind just
now felt herself enjoying; and thoughts
became dark and confused as her heart
grew cold, hope expired, and with her dread
lears for the future, memory brought again
the 10Y and bitterness Of the pnss--those
iew, but blest years when she lay in the
arms Of kind and gentle mother. frolick-
inn beside her beautiful. dnrk-cycd sister,
or sat on the knee Of the father she % denr-
ly loved; those years Of terrible misery nf-
ter the demon Intcmpcrnnce had entered
into their home, which Ind onco been so
rich in health and rich in the hearts warm
affections, and had laid lie burning madden
inR curse. She thought Of tho time when
the maternal friends Of her dearly loved
half sister took her from her fathers house,
and bore her far away over tho bpsd
ocean, 10 the land Of her mothers youth
II tho time when her own sweet mother
kissed her check forthe last time, and MUIR
INJURED terrifying blessing; Of the slowly nc.
cumulatcd property scattered with 'ayish
hand, and that maddened being becoming
daily more and mnre closely bound in the
folds Of the poisonous reptile. She thought
ofthe time when he dicd-ihat poor wretch
Cd drunkard, in whom the last spark Of hu-
man feeling md the last ray Of reason were
ex,ioguished; forsaken BY oil but herself,
whose unremi.sing caro- a him through the
long years Il guilt and madness, was 70.
paid ID hi dying monenss with fathers
curse, and she Thought Of the time when
her lsshesss creditors seized upon the wreck
ofhis psopsvty and turnsdae out Of doors
10 sssk I'D aud shelter where best she