Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1852-09-01
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- + RA VIENNA, OHIO, WEDNESDAY SEPT

!! shooh iis sheau IN his turn. he Woma
shrunk back with astn ggering Step, and II
veilkdropped eversher pale aea,ures.3 Th
old man took Oft his speciacIes, wipedthe1
on his ssleeye,s rae;adlusted them, struck. hi
drum, more carelessly, us it were, tha
before, and resumed the familiar cry: 1si
"Losta child! Lost child IA very preti'
boy. Eleven years old. iDenf md dumt
Sharp, bright, blaekse. es, and spells wit
his fingers. Italian. Wandered ava
from Good Children stree, three week
since. Mother a poor, lone widow :
An only child, and losl! Lost chiloi Los
child!o ta5rsa siS sEE .ttsssfi-i, 81 sy.s;,
14a In Great Men street,. we, last met viii.
/ the old drummer. One month had elapsed
Nevertheless, he continued his kind search
the woman in mourning, her features pale
than ever, followed at short distance. 81
asNot found the iiltlesboy yesp' pausing
wesasked. sssiss r. sts.i,sss.tt ~, ,,s ,.,,,
"Alas! no, sir" answered the old man
| Ihave been seeking him over the city for
month. People told me ii was no use.-
But he was very pretty boy. Efever
years 5old. Deaf and dumb. 3s And harder
to find than any other stray boy, Of course
He spelled with his fingers, but lJaliar
words-he was an Italian, sir-except or
anges, olives and figs which taught him
He had sharp, bright black eyes. Hi.
mother is poor lone widow, iivingin GOOD
Children street. But alltthis fortnight she
has been following me. There she is, sir.
She is his mother. - IL - ;se2zz s}ssEe'
The woman in mourning-the mother
drew nearer, piercing US with her dark eyes.
| fearless eyes, shining with the lustre of the
| despairing love OF q woman, forthe imper.
feclly endowned, but therefore doubly ems
deared, her only offspring, wandering so
| long, and perchance, still wandering, bewil.
| dered, speechless, and with unheedng ears.
away from the warm enloldings of her
arms. 10 $50 IS ~ & sszs $aa4es5Es5s5 .zs5s3
ssWe have concluded tossearchafor him
no more, after TO day. said the old drum.
| mer "Dear Guiseppei He must have
been ran over or drowned, hayinglonly his
fingers to call ior help, though itwas a
pleasant sight 10 see him spelling With
them. lfryeu should chance to hear of q
stray boy anywhere, will you please inform
me or my wife; at the fruit store on G Good
Children street, where we are ,neighbors to
Guiseppe's mother?'' vs, - sss s,az,
Neighbors, in truth and indeed. -. =
We promised 80
zasT He wat moved into this ward Ia might,
sir,as being less crowded. He was brought
into the hospital half-starved and with a
burning fever, three weeks ago. He has
never spoken word. He is pretty little
boy, about eleven yearssof age. It SCENE
to be hopeless case, sir, said the nurse,
yesterday, as we paid our usual morning
visit to the ward in the Charity Hospital,
which the kindness Of the surgeon-in-chief
has assigned TO our care.
We approached the bedside. The sharp
bright black eyes lighting up the pinched
and wasted features, and the continued pc.
caliar motion Of his fingers, confirmed sour
suspi cion. ss In seasons past, we had studied
the digital alphabet of the deal. and dumb.
We framed his name Giuseppe?
Isl. si-yes, yes!"s the blanched, wan
hand of the boy made quiik reply. Ho
male a un lato-I have suchsa painin.smy
(, We felt the pulse Of the lad. 1t was
feeble thread, vibrating irregularly. He
breathed with difficulty. He was sinking
rapidly. ssEszssass,f3 zsssaaasEIgs gE4ee fsr 81
"a Chi pensa Ella whom are you think.
ing Of, Guiseppe2'' ; a ~ s.ss f.z.,
"La ma madre-my mother!"
We complied with our promise. sending
word to the fruiter on Good Children street
that the lost Giuseppe was found. hzsa s7z7zf
In a few minutes the mother came. At
length tears began to fow, and exclaiming,
sMio fglo-O la pieta, Ia. pieta! MY son
20 the pity!" She pressed him 10 her
breast. s''za s9' ssss SE.s'4 e 5sA .ssSs9sJ
zs The fruiter and his wife came also, bring
ing baskets6lled with the rchild's favorite
fruits. .,:xgFI,,f3 sfesesz z.g7 z37gS sss,,,ss-
"Quanta gente--how many people r. said
the poor boy, looking happy. but moving
bis fingers more and more langnidly.
We touched his wrist again. 'fbe breath
Of life, whose gentle vibra tons stir the small
vessel beneath the physician's slight pres
sure, was stlulling into the calm Of
death and the tiny strokes Of the pulse had
ceased. tss'.'79ss css 19t 525s egg
= Giuseppe glanced from his mother TO-
wards us. ssI'n medico, be said slowly
s.guanta buono-How good you are
s.Abbiamo 'tutti da morife-there is a
time appointed unto us all to die, we said" !"
- 9ss.saiii u his hea utiful lang guage, whether
Of word or sign. he bragsfy TsPII5s.,- q
sentiment worthy of one much older--often
stopping, in his mechanical weariness, but
looking manfully resigned out Of his sharp,
bright black eyes when he stopped, cora
poichs. Dio mi ha fatto tanto grazia. To
MORO cotento''-I shall bescontent to die,
and he elaspsd ais weeping mothers
hand -@since God has granted me such
grace -. Ia 5s,s.. q. go s..ssi !,
"A moment after, returning his parents
kiss, he. spelled upon bis fingers the. word
ssAddio,o at once full of Humane affection
and expressive of reliance upon; the, Deity;
and as he framed the last letter, expired.
A sister conducted the heart broken
mother TO the apartment Of the order. The
corpse was not Immediately removed, but
other Sisters laid it.out on clean white lin.
en-, in the ward. The fruiter and his wife