Washington telegraph., 1849-05-02
THE CHILD AT THE TOMB.
GA little child
That lightly draws its breath
And feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death p

At Smyrna the burial place OF the Ar
minians, like that of the Mosiem, is re-
moved at short distance from the town,
is sprinkled with green trees, and is fa-
vorable resort not only for the bereaved,
but with those whose sorrowful feelings
are thus overcast. met one morning a
little girl with half playful countenance,
beaming blue eyes and sunny locks, bear
ing in one hand small cup of china and
in the other wreath of flowers Feel
ing very natural curiosity to know what
she could do with these bright things in
place that seemed to partake so much
of sadness, watched her light motions.
Reaching retired grave, covered with
plain marble slab, she emptied the seed
which it appeared the cup contained
into the slight cavities which had been
scooped out in the corners of the level
tablet, and laid the wreath on its pure
surface.
And why inquired /, my sweet little
girl, do you put seed in those little bowls
there
1T is to bring birds here, she replied,
with half wondering look; they will
light on this tree, when they have eaten
the seed and sing
TO whom do they sing, to you or to
each other?'
oh, no., she replied, 'to my sister-she
sleeps here
But your sister is dead
oh, yes, sir; but she hears the birds
sing
well, if she does hear the birds sing,
she cannot see that wreath of flowers
But she knows l put it there. [ told
her before they took her away from our
house, I would come and see her every
morning.
You must l continued, shave loved
that sister very much; but you will never
talk to her any more-never see her
again
Yes, sir, she replied, with brighten
ed look, Il shall see her in Heaven.
But she's gone to Heaven already,
trust
No, she stops under this tree till they
bring me here. and then we are going to
Heaven together. = 1ruUeis ias the East.
ROMANCE IN REAL LIFE-In the New
York Star, of the 29th ult, we find the
following incident:
A few days since a young man arrived
here, from one of the Eastern cities, in
search of his father, whom he had never
seen, the father having left the place of
his nativity, in England, before he was
born. For years, the young man had
been endeavoring to learn the where
abouts of his parent, without success,
and at last, by one of those startling in
cidents which give character of romance
to truth itself, he found his parent, under
circumstances as painful as they were
peculiar In walking through one of the
principal streets of our metropolis, he
met gentleman from the same city in
which he resided, and who was acquaint-
ed with his history, and who thus ac-
costed him. ''Well, j, believe l
have discovered where your father is,
and proceeded 20 relate that in looking
over the "Lives of the Felons' he was
struck with the resemblance which he
bore to the portrait of Honeyman, the
barge robber. The young man laughed
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impossibility that his father should be an
inmate of the State prison; but, finally,
a copy of the book was purchased. The
youth was himself struck with the re-
semblance he bore to the portrait of the
convict, and was induced to read the
biography accompanying it, when Incl
dents and localities recurred to his mem
ory, which impressed him with the pain
full conviction that he had at last dis
covered his father, in a convicted felon.
The agony of the young man may be
conceived he resolved to visit Sing Sing
and obtain an interview with Honeyman
he did SO, and when brought into each
other S presence, the resemblance between
them was still more strikingly apparent.
Honeyman trembled with agitation as he
admitted that when he left England in
company with the female who passed
here as his wife, the female to whom he
was actually married was e7acieate, and
that he heard that she gave birth to a son,
who, if alive, would be the same age as
the young man who stood weeping and
agitated before him. There can scarcely
be doubt as to the identity, but as his
mother is somewhere in the western part
of the State, measures have been taken
to solve the mystery which now surrounds
the matter.
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The West Tennessee Whig tells yarn
upon farmer in that State, who, to make
a speculation. put large stone in one of
his hogsheads of tobacco, and forwarded
it to his commission merchant at New
Orleans, directing his merchant there to
send him a barrel of sugar. By accident
or otherwise, the stone was discovered.
The merchant took the stone from the to-
bacco and put it into the barrel of sugar
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