Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1849-06-20
From the New York Sun.
Nay Teu reYer be -tsusgry.
A TRUE INCIDENT OF Brooklyn

A TRUE INCIDENT OF BRooKLYN.
During the past severe winter. hundreds
tf families inlhe cities of New York and
Botkl,n, IL pified and unknown, have
suffered inter s'y from cold and hunger
l. would scarcely seem possible to an
nbservant eye, that amidst so mach sur
round ng wealth nnl geiety, such dep'o
rable state of things could exist. Bu, for
brick walls, which separate between the
sAueM and the poor might often be
heard iae groans and cries OF starving chill
dren, aingling with laughter and song,
from the hearts and lips Of youth and
beauty. Many a strangely contros'ed
group would then be presented TO our view
-sbirerirg forms ciouched around the dy-
ing embers, seen in startling relief, with
ts,e rely dressed children OF f,rtune.
Oh! what strange com-mingi angs of He.
would shus lie seen; but who, save the AL
aeeing Eye. could realize the full effect Of
such scene! How many. instances might
Be chronicled Of those whose sun has gone
down while yet il was noon hose night
ofsadness md gloom knows no awaking!
One night, in tbe beginning of February
Inst, proud mansion in Columbia ST.,
South. Brook lxn, was brilliantly illu nina
led fora festive scene to celebrate the birth.
day of the eldest daughter of this family.
Lights, through >richly-s:ained glass,
CLEANED fmidst rnre exotics, whose sweet
perfumes came dreamily upon the senses,
and bore them almost away to some cas-
ern chime, while bright forms, radiena with
youth and beauty, glided through the ma.
zes Of the dance. The gaunt specters of
care and sorrow hid their faces from that
gay party. What knew they Of grief and
tears, that eat like mildew into the heart,
or the thread bare Mantle that falls like
|eprosya on. its unfortunate wearer, and
makes him like the Pariah
A little girl knocked iimidly Mt the door;
her hands were very coll, and she shivered.
No wonder; for the hail and snow fell pit.
eously about the little one, and froze the
tenrso on her chilled and pallid cheeks.
She heedednot the storm; her eyes were
fixed onathe tempting fruit and nice cakes
she saw lhrougbthe window. Alreadyit
seemed to her frenzied Imagination she
shared in the rich profusion, and that she
was approaching the bed Of her sick moth
er, r,asking her to partake of it. But far
different was the fact: the door opened
"Begone,' said a harsh uufeeling voice
''nothing but beggars from morning until
night;-too bad to be SO tormented by
set of impostors, who have always some
fine story ready for the occasion.''
The child walked down the slippery steps:
murmured may you never be hungry, >
and with difficulty retraced her steps home.
ward,
Homel how sweet, how endearing the
sound which conjures up many happy
scene or social endearments, Of fre-side
ioys,swhsre are gathered warm hearts and
smiling faces. Alas! for poor Maria-h ers
was cold and cherries one. In cellar
in Kelsy's alley, The first house. from Colum'
blast. her mother had lived since August
last, with Ave small children; their only
bed o bag Of shayings, without chair table
or other aarticle of furniture; no fire Oh
foodlcold desolate and cheerless.. A more
heart sickning scene could scarcely be rea
llzed than.5d this family present on the
nightof the 18th of February; y;-deserted
it would seem, and left to die.
But the spirit Of love watches over all
and sent providentially at that moment
some kind friends, to stay as it were tht
breath in tl.eir feeble bodies. From the
misery Of their situation, the mother, a flint