Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1854-04-19
A Touching T,t, Scene.

We take the following touching scene from q
New York paper of the 10th inst. ,.,l ..5o
This world is great dice box, and nobody can
tell what will turn up at the next throw
There are incident and romance enough ,transpir7
ing every day in the streets of the metropolis to
furnish material for the poet and novelist to the
end of time. - .... r.... .-.
Yesterday afternoon, we'll dressed gentlemen
was passing up Broadway. Foreign suns had
evidently given to a face once fair tinge of
bronze and though nearly half century
might have rolled over his head, yet it had left
few traces behind it and no evidences that the
shadows were falling far to the eastward. -..
Near Trinity Church sat an old apple woman.
A tuttered cloak of plaid was thrown over her
shoulders; her eyes were dim her hand trembling,
and the thin gray hair escaped from cap guilt
less of lace, lay upon her cheek. The old wo-
man was watching for purchasers and her
eye rested upon the form of the stranger as he
proceeded leisuIeiy along pausing now and then
as he seemingly recognized some spot familiar in
other days, or n,ted some unexpected, and to
uouSHiCSS paiHiui
The old woman suddenly dropped her basket
and the apples rolled hither and thither, but she
did not heed them. George" she exclaimed as
she sprang to her feet, " George"r The stranger
turned in the directions of the voice. In an in
stant his quiet manner vanished "George!"
"Mother!' and the twain were clasped in each
others arms Greatly did some wonder at the
scene. "Has the old woman fainted!" cried one.
"Has she been stealing" asked another. Yes
she had been stealing-stealing whole years from
Time, and finging it to the winds. But Zone
touch Of nature makes the whole world kin, 'there
was many heart that beat softer at the scene
Twenty years ago George had left his home in
Utica, New York and gone ''down to the sea and
done business upon the great waters" After va
red fortunes, which frightened at last he had re-
turned to find the old homestead rised to the
ground, block of occupying its site every inch of
which had been dear to him,-but an old man
pointed out toshim his fathers grave. 1t was
sunken and without a stone to mark where he
lay. OF his mother he could obtain no trace
She left Utica long ago to seek her son in New
York and had never returned. ,. .
Who can tell how she watched and waited for
the first born, wandering son., q eal d, aar'
Who can tell by what painful descent she
went down from comfort and home to the streets,
old age and poverty! .g; A., s,.@ m,-. rs.o =,
But yesterday it was all made right. :" The
dead was alive again and the lost was found.''-
And to-day who thinks she would exchange pla-
ces with the most favored Of fortune that dwell in
mansions Of marble? ;,;7ofaa. f.:a s,lj 10 slngi7
God grant that much joy break not the pitcher
at the fountain or the wheel at the cistefh. God
grant many such meetings ID this world Of part
ings. ~ 5.ng, Il a,sfl7y baus. ed tifw t,siiqu IA
. ORA man being asked If he would ike to
live forever replied. "That considering the state
of the times, and the weakness Cqf the Govern
tnent he would not care about living more than
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sii wa II sHsazaaa An1 a4a4u la1la42 toslk
He that liveslar athsrs tathe eegeetof ofhinsslf
has already commenced his Immortality.