The Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1852-1853, 1853-12-28
Give US this day our Daily Bread


Where, in fiction, is there anything more
strange than this fact, related in the Musi-
cal World, by r. Storrs Willis:
"The following strange incident happen
ed while was living in Germany. In the
reighborhood of Vienna there dwelt young
peasant woman, who supported herself by
the cultivation of We setables, which she dis
posed of in the Vienna market. She mhab.
tied a small house, attached to which was
her vegetable garden. Young as she was;
she had been married; lut her husband had
died, leaving her little gill WHO was now
old enoug to run about and play with the
other children in the neighborhood. The
mother still handsome, and desifous OF a
second marriage. About this time. indeed,
there was visiting her a young man for
whom she had conceived an affection, a
proposition Of marriage she was now begin
ing Immediately to await. But no PROPOSE
tion was made. A dark thought finally
crossed the young woman's mind that there
must be some obstacle in the way, and that
this obstacle was, in all probability, the child.
An unnatural struggle Of Jealousy took place,
which resuItedi in a fearful determination
she would make away with the child! Be
meath her house was a deep cellar, where
she occasionally stored her vegetables
Taking her child by the hand one day, she
led it down stairs, and, thrusting il inside,
closed the door, lookell it, and hurried up
stairs. yt .....,..E .fF, ..... ..-...... -...-
The same evening her lover came, they
sat chatting together, but no mention was
made OF the little absentee. The next day,
after 1,esertion OF tweuty.four hours, the
mother went softly down and listened at
the door. The quick ear Of the child
caught her mothers step, and she implored
her to take her out of that dark place-she
was so cold and very hungry. No answer
was returned, and the mother crept quietly
up stairs. In the evening the lover came
again They took supper together, and
passed a social evening. After the second
twenty. four hours had passed, the mother
made another visit to the child. Again the
little sufferer heard her, and with feeble
voice begged for a crust of bread--only one
crust of bread. This pulled a little upon
the Mothers heart, but-her purpose was
fixed. Another day passed. The mother
went quietly down stairs and listened. All
was silent. She opened softly the door
the child lay dead. Taking swiftly the
body up stairs, she laid it upon the bed;
and Immediately making great outcry,
called the neighbors together, telling them
that her child had suddenly died. And SO
| it seemed. -.
The day sfter there was a funeral. The
child was laying in its coffin, bestrewed
with flowers brouht by the lutte playmates
in the neighborhood, who had come 10 at
tend the funeral Of their lost favorite. The
procession moved towards the quiet Got
tesacker, Goods arc, where was to be
placed that little seed of an immortal flower,
| a clergyman was in attendance. The moth.
er stood looking down upon the grave, over
which the holy man was repeating, with
solemn voice: 'Hlur Father who art in
Heaven, halowed be thy name; thy king
dom come; thy win be done on earth as it
is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily
bread" ----. : -. A piercing Shrek. and
the mother fell with a grosn to the earth, -
Looking wildly around her. she then in
gibbering accents, repeated to the shudder-
ing throng at the grave the very deed her
own hands had committed. She lived not
long after. Crazed and smitten by the
hand Of God, she mserably died--a signal
in stance Of retribution, and a startling les
son upon the words, "Give us this day our
daily bread" .' '.' 80. a'1 '..',@ '''
Do it with Allthy Might.