The miners' express. (Dubuque, Iowa) 1849-1854, 1850-06-26
The FOundlinC-by Jceema.

Everybody has heard or read, of children Of
tender age being packed up carefully like young
sucking pigs, in little wicker baskets, with mys
FERROUS three cornercd notes stuck in their little
fists, as directions, and hung up to large knock
ers, on large gates on Founding Hospitals, by
unnatural pa and mas on stormy nights, when
everybody else is snug at home by the blazinp
fire. Everybody has heard ofsuch; half dozen
popular authors have ushered their heroes and
heroines into existence in this way, and BROUGHT
them out we'll and satisfactorily in the end
that we incline to the opinion, that being mt
out on to the world to dry nurse, is perhaps, the
best mode of dragging up the rising generation
after ALL 1t is an experiment to be sure, but it
opens fine field for young people, who hayo
conscientious scruplcs about getting married on
the score of poverty With this preface-we
are death on prcfaces-we come to life like mnt-
ter of fact-the fact Of a foundling
Between two and three o'clock on Saturday
evening, two women might have been seen hur
rcdly advancing along Fourth street, toward
the court house, but on reaching the corner of
Market street, suddenly halted.
sSal, said the elder woman, moving on few
steps, so as to see more distinctly the time bv
Wyman's clock, and then turning to her com
panion.
"Sal, he's in; know his time; and now, give
me this young bundle of leather
The other woman, thus addressed onenod
her shawl and handed her roll of what, at the
moment appeared to be flannel They moved
on but few PAGES in the block, lying between
Market and Chestnut, to the door of a boot and
shoe store, when both stopped, US if irresolute;
but whatever feeling might have produced this
hesitation, it vanished in few scconds-a sense
Of duty seemed to impel them on
"This drop game isn't quite what it's cracked
up to be, Sal; mind l tell yer; but hows ever,
here goes, if Pm jagged for it,
"Go ahead my beauty replied the other, ut
tering direct libel, "lt Amt with yer, yer can
kill me-"
This last touching assurance of friendship to
the death, had the effect of terminating the
linching confidence, and they entered
"Be seated ladies' said an obliging gentleman
behind mahogany counter, 'what sizes do you
| take?'
awe don't want any boots,-for ourselves,
that is to say contemporary sneered the elder
and fatter visitor, tive wants the boss of this ere
store"
ooh! ah! beg pardon-lm sure" exciain,-
ed the astonished adaptor of leather and prunella
to lady's corns, "I'm the proprietor
81 thought as much might ha' know'd that;
hes the very picture Of yer,-ain't he Sal?"
Sal insinuatcd that he was just as like as tho
duplicate of a daguerreotype.
''May ask your busness''' faltered the now
mystified son Of Crispin.
| "Well yer maynt do nothing shorter, boss,
here's present from lady as yer knows on
and thus saying, the mysterious roll of flannel
was placed upon the counter before him.
| In an instant he had torn open the foldngs,
and there, peeping out in the undehled image of
the Almighty, and smiling in inscnsible happi-
ness, lay an infant scarcely sixteen hours old
He looked towards the door and there gazing
upon him, stood the bearers Of this precious be-
quest
| "What do you call this? whose is it," gaspcd
out Crispin with straining eyes.
Why it's babby to be sure" replied the gen
tie Sal. It's yours-it's a present from Mrs.
Chutfy.'
They had gone.
In half an hour after, Crispin, with his newly
found offspring, was returning from the calaboose
they had refused to take it in and do for it.
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