Southern shield., 1853-07-30

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 cold and the wind blew fierce ant keen. Yea and the editor of tn, l Tribune was housed with his wife, il
 their stately mansion, furnished il
 fine style and lighted brilliantly witl costly chandeliers. They were thu happy parents of our four intelligen children. It was about an hour afte sundown and the bell had wrung fo
 tea. A rap was heard at the stree door, and upon opening it there stoo( a woman, pale and dejected and ap parently not far from the grave. Sht had with her three ragged chidrer shivering with cold. The gentleman and lady kindly invited them to the fire.
 "Sir," said the poor woman, "wil you be so kind as to give me a little money to buy some bread for my hungry children! My husband has been drinking for the last three weeks, and left me without morseI for these poor innocents; or any fuel to keep them warm," and then wept bitterly.
 "Where do you live ma'amp' said the gentleman.
 "In the garret of the old Phoenix Hotel, sir"
 "How long has your husband been addicted to drinkingr' asked the gen. tleman's wife.
 l "About three years" "Madam rejoined the generous ed itor. 1 am truly sorry for you, and shall bestow upon you such charity as my means will allow. Will you | relate your mfortunes? 1 always feel deep sympathy for the unfor- tunate."
 "Mine is a sad story. I was brought up in affluence: my farther was wealthy mechanic in Catham street. My husband was also rich when we were married. We took a tour to Europe and returned home, and we lived happily and prospered for two years. Mir. Brooks was a fashionable young man.-He spent money freely and we lived extrava- gantly. Three years more he was considerably on the declining ground and finally, by high living and unnec. essary expenditure of money we were dispossessed of our home and reduced to abject poverty, and then my husband took to drink, and now l am beggar, and these depending on my success for living. And as such 1 beseech you, in behalf of my poor little children, to bestow upor me such charity as you feel disposed to grant"
 Her story was told and met kint response from generous heart. The Elady of the house recognized the poo
 woman, but she did not yet feel dis posed to make herself known, bu ushered them into the dining room and sat down with them to heart,
 supper.
 | "Ellen Dupree" l, "Oh! Ellen, have you come {,
 this?"
 !, The poor man was so oVercOm with gratitude and surprise that sh
 could not utter a word. She though hers familiar, voice she heard it be fore, but she could not remembe when or where; aud after lonj F time she murmured: "l think have known you in time
 but 1 cannot remember your name !, What is your name my goo lady"
 Mary Crossman was my nam when 1 knew you.
 "Eary who"
 "Mary Crossman." "My God! who is your husband!
 "Oh! he's nobody but c Printer" :" lI The poor woman remembered be : ing introduced before marriage, | 7, Mir. Williams and she remembere too how cool and indifferent sh
 treated him upon that occasion. Yes | nobody but printer" went like dagger to her heart. That printe was now her benelactor and friend.
 Young ladies if you want to marr, | an intelligent man, and become veal thy in your old age you do well, ant j, If you marry vain foppish dandy of cod-fsh aristocracy and non com pos mentis order, and should b brought from afliuence in youth t beggary in old age you do wrong. Il Remember that, ladies, and mak
 the proper improvement.