The Sumter banner. [volume] (Sumterville, S.C.) 1846-1855, 1853-09-28
MISCELLANEOUS.
From the Star Spangled Banner.
ALICE,PRESCOTT;
-oR,-
CHARITY BRINGETIl
Hts own Reward.
III ANNE.
III ANNE.
,si8f, - CHAPTER I.
"And the dropping clIili uf sorrow,
Kindly lift his thoughts above,
GpntlY bid him trust the mnrrnAv

Kindly lift his thoughts above,
Y Gently bid him trust the morrow.
Softly whisper, God is lovc!' "
"LADY, please buy my flowers" said
pale and delicate child, who had
numbered scarce ten summers; and
the large blue eyes Of the speaker were
raised bcseeching'y 10 tic face of the
person addressed.
CASTING Il scorntul glance upon
the trembling form beside her, and
drawing her silkcn robes moro close
ly around her quecn.like figure, the
proud aud naughty Emily Warner
|, was u singular. boquet which the
child held, composed Of the sweet lit
tie daisy, and forget-me-not, .culIcd from
beside the sparkling rills, and laden
ssNMith. the tear drops IF naturesShasl had
ssheen outa carl u dawn stn gatner them,
IN hopes To gain Il schllty pittance.
As the lady turned thus scornfully
away big tears sulIused the eyes, and
rolled down the checks of the child.
Claspiny her tiny hands, she nur,mur
cd, My poor dear MOTHER" and was
about to proceed on her way, when
she encountered the earnest gaze of
~ gentleman, who stood but short
distance from her. The stranger in.
stantly approached, and taking her
hanl aftectionatcly within his own,
softly whispered
Don't cry, little one, III buy your
flowers"
The kind tones Of the speaker in
stantly dispersed her sadness, and with
y bright smile she gazed into his face.
''Icll me, is your mother sick?" he
continued, for he had heard the cxcla-
nation, which escaped her lips.
"Oh, yes sir, she is very sick, and
we ha nothing to eat,'' continued
the child
"And will you not take me home
with you to sec her? perhaps may do
something to relieve her. and as
nc spoke. he gently pressed the tiny
hand within his own.
The large eyes Of Ills compa Mon
sparkled with delight; and ciinging
still closer to his side, they proceed
cd quickly along. Through many
a dark and dreary lane they passed,
till at length they paused before an
old, dilapidatcd building, fast falling
to decay. Pushing open tile door, the
sysih sprang quickly up the stairs, and
after pausing to ascertain if her Com
panion was still beside lfGr, softly en-
tered room.
The apartment in which they now
found themselves was entirely desti-
tuto Of furniture, save that in one corn.
or was low cot, upon which rcclincd
the emaciatcd form of the mother.
Springingly lightly forward, and knccl.
ing beside her, the child pressed
her lips upon her cold form. Sudden
ly she started, and wildly shrieking:
"Mother, dear mother, speak to
mel" she threw ersclffranticalIy upon
the lifeless form before her. The
stranger who had accompanied her
now approached, and gazed in silent
awe upon the marble features OF
the dead. The countenanco was still
beautiful; for although care and sor-
row had engravcn their deep furrows
upon it, heavenly, angelic sweetness
rested thcie.
Earnestly he strovc, with kind and
tender expressions. to soothc the
wild grief Of the child. For a long time
his efforts were unavailng, as she fran
tically clung to the cold form Of her
mother, beseeching her to speak once
more. At last however, the ov.
crwl,elming grief snbsided, and twin.
ming her arms ar, und the neck Of her
: mother. and pressing her lips for
che last time upon tho marble fore.
head, she reluctantly consented to &C.
company him. Calling q ncighbor
to watch beside the dead, tho no.
bit.heartcd Arthur Lcytoh led the lit