Wisconsin tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1847-1854, 1849-04-06
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From the Masonic Review
TIE RECOGNITION-A SKETCH.

Reader allow me to transport you TO a COM
Portable inn in the evergreen city Of c..
It is piercing. biting January-and while you
are enjoying the comforts of n warm fireside,
siany one less fortunate is shivering house
less and fEiendless beneath the Pitiless blast
of the storm. PitiIess, ay, not more pitiless
than human hearts that look on unmoved at
the distresses of those around them. Hark !.
to the wailings Of the storm king as he mar
shals the elementary host to battle. 1t is
night. and the black clouds are coming up in
solid phalanx from the north; ever and anon
a blast to try the strength of Boreas, drives
iiercelv on, bearing on his wings white feath-
cry flakes tina. herald the coming snow storm
IN all its fury.
Let US lcok into the neat back Parlor of this
inn, the family are gathered around the glow
ing crate, there is the mother and four chill
,lren, all we'll clad and we'll cared for, and as
INC mother looks proudly on the group, and
listens to the bowling Of the storm, her heart
rhrobs with gratitude to the Giver Of all good
rhat her cherished ones are safe from its mer-
CHESS peltings. step is on the Threshold,
aud Mr.. Warning, the husband and father and
busting inn-keepcr entered. Drawing up a
chair and rubbing his hands over the cheerful
Ere he remarked, Well my dear. this is an
awful night-truy stormy night
Yes answered the wife, a night to make
thankful fir home and its comforts. God
help those who have no home Tonight
Yes, only think Of that family up stairs,
entirely destitute, if we may Judge from APP
Tearances.'
They are indeed destitute replied Mrs.
Warning, for the lady told me this evening,
that they had not dollar, and were strangers
among strangers
Well. they DO not expect that shall keep
them-thev have been week already and
have not paid me a cent. That man will die
soon, and all they have will not pay funeral
expenses
The tears came TO Mrs. Waring's eyes as
she said, Ny dear husband you cannot turn
them out of doors-they have doubtless seen
bctter days. and some unlocked for misfor-
tune has reduced them to this condition, and
ii the man dies we must trust to God for the
lssne
Ave, YOU have tears for all cases, replied
Waring, but, wife if were to pity every
ono as you do, with an open hand, we would
soon have nothing to eat or wear and NUT
tering to himself about the inconsistency of
woman, he left the room.
In a small but comfortable room up stairs
laid the object of Mrs. Warnings solicitude-
man who had passed the meridian of life
on his broad intellectual forehead the dews of
death were fast gathering, but the light OF the
dark eve was still clpar-the lamp OF reason
was not yet darkened. Gathering up his
strength he called, Emma, dearest come to
me, bring our child and sit beside me-
fair young woman who might have num-
bered twenty summers, came slowly forward
and seated herself by the bedside-she bore
III her arms child of two years, lulled TO
sleep by the beatings of its mothers heart
The father laid his hand softly among the
curls that clustered on the head of his beauti-
ful child, and said sadly, Emma, the care of
our child devolyes upon you, VIC must soon
part
The mothers head sunk upon her bosom,
and the tears rained fast as the drops OF April
The father paused, Poor boy, he has nc
Inheritance save poverty and an honest name
and you. dearest, dearest, what will you Go,
strken down by the hand of poverty among
strangers1 Far better had we never met, OF
that had never won you from luxurious
home
Softly the young wife laid down the sleep
hS child, and nestled TO the bosom OF her