The Cadiz sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 184?-1851, 1851-02-26

How wearily the little news-boy pod6ed
along the deserted streets on that New Years
eve! The cold ram was beating fiercely
upon him, and few lattered garments SER
we'd 10 protect him from its rage. All day
long had he been out amid the storm, and
was now returning, weary and hungry, to his
humble home. The street lamps were light.
led, and as be passed by them, you could see
, by the gleum that his face was pale and
emnciaied--could see that, young as he was,
j.. something had been there already 10 atten-
uate bis features, and give MIN that wan and
, de5alate look which can be given only by
/ some great affliction, some pinching want, or
overwhelming grief. You could tell at a
glance that dark shadow was resting upon
5 his pathway shadow out of which there
seemed, just then, ne hope of escape. Born
amid poverty and wretchedness, and left fa-
! therless while yet in bis cradle, his life up 10
! that hour had been nothing but misery; and
the whole record Of that life was written ia
bis pale face and tattered rags. Yet with all
this, as he passed along, close observation
I might have noticed strange light in his
clear, blue eye-an expression of kindly
cheerfulness, such MS we may not often see
Ijn this world Of care and grief; for Gods
blessing was upon him-the blessing Of a
cheerful heat. The sorrow of his life, +,
however deep and abiding the gloom upon
his pathway, however dark and fearful, dim
med not The ligh, that burned so quietly, and
yet so steadily, within. Like the Veslal fire
of old, il grew not dim, but threw its rays far
out over the great gloom around him; even
now the cold storm beat upon him nnheed-
ed. There are waking dresms that come
upon us sometimes when we least suspect
them--bright dreams Of Icve, and home, and
heaven beautiful visions of the future, all
glorious with its burden of song and glad
ness! And such vision, of such futule ),
now glided and crowded and blessed the
heart Of that forsaken boy. He was dream.
ing, as he walked along, of better days 10
come of the time poverty in his pathway
should depart, and the beautiful flowers
spring up to bless him with their presence
of bright home far away from the great
city, upon whose cheerful hearth the fire
should never go out, and where hunger
should never haunt him more. And then,
into that dream Of better Iife--inio that
vision of a cheerful home far off among The
green hllls--came pleasant face-,he face
of his beloved mother. He could see her as
she sat by the lattice at the quiet evening
hour, reading the sacred Bible, with the last
red rays resting like glory upon her brow
while the rose leaf irembled al the window,
and the little violels folded themselves to
sleep. Very pleasant was the picture there
passing before the goze of ttnt ragged child
very glorious the panorama of green hills
and flowers and singing brds--very beautiful
that humble cottage, half covered by the
clustering foliage; and his heart thrilled and
heaved with strange rapture, such joy, as
The stricken poor can never know, save
when some good angel comes down from the
blue heaven, and beckons them away from
the haunts of wo and want ia which they
suffer, to the free air and the blessed sun
shine.
But the dream had passed the sun had set
the flowers faded; the cottage disappeared.
OF al! that beautiful vision, 50 cheering and
so glorious, no trace remained; no vestige of
leaf, or tree, or bird: no letter Of his moth
er's Bibler--no love light of his mothers eye.
The darkness came around him, and he found
himself there amid the storm, in The silent
streets Of that great and sinful city. So,
gathering his garments more closely about
him, he hurried along to his home, with n
prayer upon his lip, and Gods sunlight 10
his heart. Turning into an obscure street
a few steps brought him to the door of
wretched dwelling, which he entered. Fol
low now, and behold scene Of want nnd
penury, such as may be found sometimes In
this world Of ours--a scene upon which men
look with unconcern, but on which, thank |
God! the angels gaze with JOY; a home
where poverty struggles with brave heart,
and is unconquered.
Before the fire SAT pale, sad woman,upon
whose features the traces Of great loveiiness
we're still visible, though sorrow had sharp.
ened them sumewhai, and ghaslly want done
much TO dim their beauty. Upon her high
and placid brow the blue veins were clearly
visible, as the blood coursed through them 4
with unwonted rspidty. Her largo dark
eyes were dim with tears. Some new sorrow
had started afresh the sealed fountain of her
grief; and now, as she gazed silently upon
the led embers in all the utter agony of de.
SPAR, il might seem that hope had gone fol-
ever, anc God foisaken her.
"Mother!" said the boy, as he entered all
dripping with rain, II have come al last, and
am tired and hungry"
''My son! my son!' replied the mother.
"theie is no morsel Of fopd in the house, :"
and her lip quivered. "We must starve we
must starve! God help US! and her tenrs
broke forth afresh.
Thus had II been for many weary month.
With SCARCELY food sufficient to support life,
that mother and her boy had struggled, and
suffered, and wept, and prayed, and now
that the cold winter was coming on, no won |
der that heart shuddered and her cheek grew
pale al the hopeless prospect ahead. How
could they pass The dleary days and long
nights, the storm and The terrible cold, with
out food and raiment and shellori And then
where could they go, when the heariless
landlord should thrus, them from their pres.
eat wrotched dwelling, as he had threatened
10 do on the morrow Verify, the cloom
and the despair we're grea, and learfnll
Aad yet even Mt that desoais houi an eye
looked down from Heaven upon that friend
less widow. There by the iearthstoDa, by
The dying embers, an angel hovered --an
nar'nly angel, sven ia the guise Of that
sartbly child. For
Earth has itsangels, though their foms nre moul-
But Of such clay as iashionsall. fded
The harps nre wanting and bright pinioiis ulled.
WeknoS them BY the love-lght on their brow.n ,
Mother" SAID he, I'VE Will hot starye. !,