Daily evening star. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1852-1854, 1853-04-11

Hudson, and the large trees, upon which,
in other days, she was wont to erect swing
and play for hours beneath their shade.
And anon she was standing within the proud
city mansion surrounded by all that was
luxuriant and elegant and in the midst Of
her reverie, she would listen to the bolster
Gus winds of early winter as they howled
through the crevices and broken panes of
her rude home-of the place Of present
abode.
Thus she lay, shivering and trembling
with cold, until the light which streamed
through the cracks and jars of the boarding
window, told her it was morning
During the night, the wind had shifted
| around, and it was now showing fast, and
the tops of neighboring dwellings were
white with this enemy of the poor and des-
titute, still Emeline had commenced pre-
pairing for her journey. There was no food
in the house and no where-with- all to buy
She was soon ready, and at the top of the
stairs, in the act Of quitting the dwelling,
her; she returned to the side of her parent,
and inquired if she could serve her.
Eme,- Enemy daughter" slowly
spoke the fast failing woman, "Eme-make
me a little tea, and will endeayor to sip
it."
Can you imagine that young child's ago
ny? Can you once contemplate how deep
the pang to have to tell fond and doting
mother, who has guided your footsteps
from infancy, that there is not mouthful
about the house?
''There is no tea, mother" exclaimed the
poor young girl, as the bitter tear gushed
from her weakened eyes ''there is no tea,
but will have some soon."
cit makes no difference, my daughter
DO not worry on my account; be Of good
cheer and dry up your tears" said the fond
mother, soothingly.
81 will soon be back with some tea, and
what else I can get," replied the young
maiden as she passed from the room, and
hastened down the steps into the street.
She ran quickly from the door unmindful of
the storm, which was raging with fury
Through mud and snow she made her way,
until she arrived at the door steps of Mrs
Denison. She raped hastily with the
knocker, which brought the servant to the
door,
There were eyes watching her as she
passed from her rude home, and a man,
clad in fine habiliments, followed her to the
place, unobserved by her.
10 the servant who appeared, she gave
the knitting, requesting her to give it to
her mistress. In few moments the girl
returned, and slipped a small coin into her
hand. With joy Emeline turned from the
door, and fastening to the first shop that
presented itself, procured what nourishment
she could for her sick parent n x
She sprang with uncommon agility upon
the rude steps, and was soon at the top.
Divesting herself of her ragged shawl,
she hurried to the bedside. One unearthly
scream, one fearful shrek, and she fell for
ward over the livid corpse of her mother.
At this moment stranger rushed in it
was the gentleman who had watched Eme-
line when she first left the dwelling. He
saw at glance the sad affair, and raising
the body of the inanimate young girl the
blood gushed from her mouth: she had rup.
tured blood vessel, and was a lifeless
corpse beside that of her only friend while
living.
They were buried, but no train of mourn
ing friends followed the hearse to the city
of the dead, and but for the kindness of
the stranger friend, their bodies would
have been put away, perhaps without even
the funeral ceremony being performed.
x
Reader, look around you; endeavor to
find out the needy, and when you discover
one who lacks the comforts of life, admin
lister to her wants, and thou wilt find q re-
ward when seasons have passed away, and
all are summoned to appear before the
''great white throne" to render in their ac-