Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1851-02-10
once more mockingly round, and gave III.
terance TO light, banering laugh'

WouLaeu 10 Itle HeuTl core sill u0 SdAoe
after them, his full lips quivering with his
mental anguish, his black eyes, through
the. misty drops that hung treniblingly on
their lids, flashed fire, as though they wo'd
4 seattle and blast the selfish pride of those
thoughtless children; then turning, he bur-
ried up, three broken steps into dim light
ed entry, flew along dark passage, and
enteriug cherries room, flung himself
upon the uneven floor and wept burning
tears Of grief and shame. -,
The parlors Of stately mansion on
1 Beacon street, Boston, were brilliantly il.
Illuminated. The owner Of the princely
tenement had issued cards for fashionable
soiree, the hour had arrived and the guests
were assembling.
| The rich and the great were there, but
conspicuous among all, and conversing
with the ex-president OF the United States,
the elder Adams, stood q noble looking
man, in the bloom and vigor Of manhood
His face was intellectually beautiful, and
his attitude commanding, yet extremely
graceful. '-...-... .-'..-' ....-
'All the evening" murmured fashiona.
Bile yet lovely lady, to Mr.. Adams, as he
turned towards her, have been striving
to gain an Introduction 10 Mr.. LIS
distinguished guest; but he has been so
surrounded-now, however, he stands a.
lone. should esteem it rare honor to
speak with him but for moment
You shall have that pleasure said the
ex-president, smiling; and turning, he
presented the beautiful and fascinating
wife Of Millionaire 10 the talented stran-
ger.
'We have met before, madam said the
gentleman, bowing low, to conceal a
strange expression that stole over his fea-
lures.
4 have forgotten the lad y made answer
in her sweetest tones.
Il have not-we have met before; just
twenty years ngo,' he continued. still keep
ing his piercing eyes upon her face. 'We
met in little lane, narrow place, where
the cries of hunger resounded often upon
the still air, and where rags, misery and
filth met the traveller at every slep.'
He paused-and she gazed more curl
eusly upon him. .-......
perhaps you do no. remember the time,
the ploce-perhups you do not remember
how two pampered children of wealth pass.
cd along the lane-it may be you forget
the poor outcast, grasping at science. tho
then scarcely conscious, with his untu,ored
mind. The laugh of derision that was
then flung upon the lonely heart-for | am
that chid-roused The latent fire of emo
lion wilhia my breast; and,' he continued
more softly, thank you for the taunt and
The scornful word; they were ever my in
centives in my upward path TO honor;
had but to think of them, and my soul was
nerved anew thank you for them;' and
a triumphant smile illumined his splendid
countenance.
The lady, faint, mortified, glided away
from her rebuker, and in less than an hour, |
sat humbled and weeping in her ow n proud
mansion. She had wished, nay, coveted,
just one little word from the being who, in
her naughty childhood, she had derided and
despised for poyerty--nnd she had been re.
paid with contempt, though smoothly wor-
dec and delicately expressed, BY the neg.
lec!ed boy whose name now rang the world
through.
Have care. then, sons and daughters
Of plenty. Scorn not The child Of pover,y,
who with pensive eye and lifted hands tolls
up the rugged height of Pernassus, uncared
for, and unuided Though clothed in rags,
he may gain the dizzy height, while you,
decked in the meaner parapbrenalia Of
wealth, are under tho very feet of him
whom you disdained. ~s--