The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1853-04-25

| f1OW muCn WOuiu you WoEtn
| Why is il there at alI7 Why come into the
| world only 10 look for a few uncertain days
| upon its misery Who called itf'
The girl paused, as sigh from the dying
| woman summoned her attention, but she went
On, oent 10 make out the retribution where re-
dempton could not come.
Lady Julia, do you know what il is to have
empiations-hopes of the heart where ne
straight path ofhope appearsa You cannot.
Ii ever you are tempted-and you are-and
you yield, your face tells it-you have not
been driven by total wretcbedpess and despair.
Love never visited you in misery, and priva-
ton, and endless toll; never came from a
distant world of pleasure and power never
whispered into your wearied ear. that pleasure
might in iiselfbe a release from slavery nev-
er won you to one short dream of delirious
delight, and then left you, back in that nights
mare OF pleasureless toll, to await the con-
sequences of pleasure taken, pleasure grant
ed, without bond exacted. But it did ceme
so to poor Jessy, there"
The lady began TO look impatient. | notice
oil these English that they can never listen TO
any narrative of suferings save when they
tell il of themselves.
"You are looking at my hand" said the girl,
holding II out to confess by the act that il was
ringiess; shut | was not deserted. Trouble
and sorrow have |, but not despair. Bertrand
take the darlin?." She gave her own baby to
The young man, and stopped over the others
child. Now, Lady Julia, look closer, and
see ifin this poor death stricken little creatures
face you can trace proud likeness. Jessy,
on her deserted death-bed, has conceived
longing TO see the father of her child. Both
will be gone soon, and why should not tha,
little wish be gratifed? Would the father
grudge that trouble?-he took more to per-
suade Jessy out of her hard poverty into his
pleasure! Would he be too much of coward
10 visit this poor room where suffering and
CHASTITY death have succeeded love-"
Lady Julia looked to see if an answer was
expected 10 questions that seemed so abstract.
"Do not be amazed, for it is you only can
answer. Poor Jessy's last toll was to finish
the gown you wear. The father of her child
is yOur SON"
A dead silence followed this somewhat start
ling announcement, and the girl evidently took
pleasure, which Bertrand shared in driving
home the knife. DoubIy had poor Jessy's
lite been sacrificed to the pleasure of Lady Ju.
lia's blood.
The lady stopped down and kissed the child,
not hastily and then STOPPING lower, she
kissed the moveless hand of its mother.
"Send for him." said the girl.
81 will fetch him." said Lady Julia, rising.
III see the likeness. But take this, nv good
girl = and she tried to force her purse into the
reproacher's hand.
"lt is too late"
IL hope not-skilful aid ; and," she added,
yielding to the hopelessness plainly written on
the aspect OF that cheerless room, 'if not for
them, al least for yourself and your
With passionate burst of tears the girl
dashed the clanking purse upon the ground,
and then kneeling to the dying woman, whom
her grief startled from the apathy of death, she
cast her arms over her, and cried "Forgve
me, Jessy-ny darling Jessy l could not
help il, dear l would not bear that offered to
me here, by your beside. Get better, dear, for
he will come and do not tell me that killed
you by my wicked thong ghtlesness."
:. Jessy's faint lips moved with a smile that
her friend. and gently sobbed.
"For Heavens sake try to calm her." said
Lady Julia to Bertrand; ~ will 60 to fetch
him. will bring him mysef.''
She lett the room with head less proudly
lifted than when she entered it: but thought
her face looked far more beautiful in its down
cast tears than when it was confronting the
pubic gaze IN the great portico.
Bertrand, who is a young Frenchmau, bred
in England, told me the whole story; but
there is little more to add. We left Jessy to
die alone with the father of her dead child, who
was honorably brought back to her. And
some atonement has been made to Anna, her
friend. L think she had the subscription meant
for "Uncle Tom," many times multiplied :;
but that did not, truth makes me confess, rein
her tongue when she found that Jessy could
no longer be disturbed by the reproach show.
cred upon the ree-eant lover. | must confess,
too, that he boldly did his duty in undergoing
the penance which believe few of these
demoralised Englishmen would have had the
manllness TO bear, and which it relieved An
mas heart to inflct. Also, he did duty in at
tending as mourner when we buried Jessy.-
But how much better if he had thought of his
penance beforr; how much better ff those we'll
meaning, sy-going reformers, who set up TO
teach US in America how to put the world to
nights at blow, would think of the path by
which their luxuries reach their own dainty
selves! How many Jessys, each following
the other as she perishes, it takes TO clothe
one Lady Julia through all the seasons she
epioys