Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1848-11-22
The Sorrows Of a Child,

There is not in this world an object 0
deeper pity than sorrowing cli.d. w
do not mean the child that frets and erie
i because it cannot have every thing it wishes
Such a one is an object Of disgust; but W
mean one who knows none cf tie comfort
of home none of the sympathies of kint
parents-one whose heart has been sad
dened by suffering and neglect. To sucl
a one there is nothing bright Or beautiful i:
the world. 1t plays not it laughs not
because the fountain of its joys has beer
dried up. Its heart is all desolate and sad
because it has no home, 10 friends on earth
| We cannot better express our feelings on
this topic, than in the words of the follow.
ing touching description Ct an incident in
the city Of New York:
We have often been tempted to try our
hands at describing scenes which meet our
eyes in a city, but no scenic representation,
much less any pen, can adequately give to
stranger true idea Of the variety of for
tunes ard feelings which mark dense pop
ulation. It is false idea that the poor
suffer vastly more in winter than in the
summer. We are satisfied of this. Fresh
air is blessing from God, and thousands
die in cities for the want OF it.
We were passing along b street, in
New York, one summers day, and saw a
child sitting on the door step of hovel.
Maykap, he had known the trials of three
years-he certainly had known but few of
their joys. The heat was intense, although
the sun bad left the pavement, and the little
fellow was evidently longing for pure cool
air. He had mild blue eye, and one of
those faces that always win you to stop and
look at it-but all about him indicated the
EXTREMIST poverty
He was sufferer. His little neck and
the sides of his head were bound up in a
large poultice, and the hot air was sadly
annoying. We stopped and looked in his
face. He raised his eyes to us, and world
of sorrow looked out of those blue windows.
His expression was one of perfect hopeless
ness-absolute despair. It was painful
sight to see a young heart SO crushed-the
lightsome heart of childhood, out of which
life was wholly gone. As we paused, he
looked up feebly, but did not smile: there
was no change of expression or look of in
teTeSt. II hleii S'ouP was "Poi Ing IL ''i'
street. His gaze wandered vacantly to-
wards them and then away again. The
slow movement of his eyes from object to
object, was inexpressibly mournful. His
mother came to the door. He half turned
to her, and lifted up tiny hand, as if to
ask her to take him in her arms, but drop
ped it again slowly and sorrowfully into his
Ian. and fixed that vacant but unchanging
Gaze of sadness on her face! At length he
buried his little fist in his cheeks, and with
his elbow on his knee turned his eyes to-
wards the clouds that were drifting across
the narrow strip of blue above him, and
then we fancied we saw smile fitting
around his lip; but as we watched, it was
cone, and only that look of agony remained.
An hour afterwards we had forgotten him,
for these changing scenes ehace each 9TH
er's impressions swiftly. ;,
But a few days afterwards. we passed
down B. street again, and saw three
carriages standing before the door at which
the boy had been sitting. The poorest Of
the Irish poor find means to have carriages
at their funerals.
Our little sufferer was doubtless dead.
The broken heart had sprung to life again.
How miserable life has become when