The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1848-11-18
From n New York Paper.
The Sorrows OF a. Child,

| There is not in this wide world an object
of deeper pity than sorrowing child. We
do not mean the child that frets and cries he
cause it cannot have every thing it wishes
Such an one is an object of disgust: but we
mean one who knows none of the comforts
Of bome-none of the sympnthics of kind
purenS-uue whose heart has boo, sa,Idcu-
cd by suffering ard neglect. To such ma
one there is nothing bright or beautiful in
the world. 1t plays MOTT laughs not, be
carlse the fountain Of its joys has been dried
up. Its heart is all desoate aud sad, be-
cause it has no home, no friends on Garth
We cannot better express our feelings OH this
topic, than in the words of the following
touching description of ans incident in the
City of New York:
We have often heen tempted 10 trv our
hand AT describing scenes which meet our
eyes IN city, bur no scenic representation,
much less any pen, can adequately give TO u
stranger n true idea of the variety OF fortunes
and feelings which mark dense population.
1t is n false idea that the poor suffer vastly
more in winter than in the summer. We
are satisfied of this. Fresh mir is n blessing
from God, aud thousands die in cities for lbe
want of it.
we were passing along B street, iD
New DIRK, one summers day, and saw
child sitting OH the doorstep ola howell
Mayha lie had known the trials of three
years--he certainly had known hut few of
their joys. The heat was intense, although
the sun had left the pavement, aud the iiit1e
fellow ~as 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 tho
EXTREMIST poverty.
lie was a sufferer His little neck and the
aides of his head were bound up in n large
poultce, and the hot air WINS sadly annoying.
We stopped and looked in his face. Vie
raised his eyes 10 us--and n world ofsorrow
looked out of those blue windows. His ex-
preston was one Of perfact hopelessnesS---
absolute despair. 1t was q painful sight to
see young heart so crushed--the lighsome
heart of childhood, out of which life was
wholly gone. As we paused, 10 change ~
expression, nor look of interest A merry
group was sporting in the street. His gaze
wandered vucantly toward them, and tlien
away again. The slow movement ofiis eyes
from object to object, wns incxpressatly
mourutul. His mother came to the door. He
half turned to her, and lifted up tiny baud,
It's if to ask her to take him in her arfS,s, but
dropped il again slowly and sorrowiuly into
his lap, and fixed that vacant but unchanging
gnze of sadness on her face
At length he buried his little fist in his
checks, and with his elbow on his knee turn.
ed his eyes towards the clouds that were
drifting across the narrow strip of blue above
him. and then we fancied we saw a srnfie Ait
ting around his lip; but as we watched,it wns
gone, and only that lonesome look of agony
remained. An hour afterwards we had for
gotten him, for these changing scenes efface
each others impressions swiftly. 'Bu few
days afterwards, we passed down Ii street
again, and saw three carriages standing be-
fore the door at W hich the hoy had been SIT
ting. The poorest of the Irish poor End
means TO have cnrriagesat their funerals.
Our little sufferer was doubtless dead. The
broken heart had sprung TO life again. H..
How miserable life has become when
death is an actual relief! And ye,,thousands
there long for such relief--worn out OLD
men, MS well as sad eyed boys
REToRr.-The other day, says an ex.
change paper, an old Methodist preacher
who rode this circuit II few years ago, Willie
going to one of his appointments, met an old
acquaintance, who was one of the magis-