The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1854-11-12
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etern realities 70 which the children OF poverty aro
condemned-which has as yet emanased from Al
American pen. II Il characterized By truthful
ness, tenderness Of sympathy, and high moral
purpose which appeal irresstbly TO the heart Of the
reader, and impart charm to this delineation u
lowly virtues which renders 1t as attractive ~ the
most brill ant romance. Bob, the hero, although
he cannot with truth be said to be the type Of his
class IL, We have reason TO believe no exaggeration
of the occasional examples Of honorable feeling
and correct conduct which are to be found amongst
the deserted and friendless children Who USUALLY
pursue this calling. We have seea many who IKE
him, possessed the instinct Of moral principle, in
spite Of the vicious temptations by which they were
surrounded, and who contrived to raise themselves
to respectable positions by their answering self
respect and sefreliance 1t will be seen nom tLesefew
b,iefremarks that the general tendency Of the story
entities it to favorable reception from all who fee.
an interest in the condition of those neglected nm
frtunates on whom society is but too apt to look with
the cold and often stern feelings Of step mother To
these who read merely for amusement 1t offers the
attractions Of interesting plot we drawn charac
tiers, and q style which evnces high cultivation.
although from the fact of the book bearing no name,
il would appear to be first effort the part OK its
author. How sad, bu, how true pic iure Of the
the folio wing present to rs -
Bob never knew h. was hero. He had come mp, he
hardly knew how amid creatures foflorn as himself
lie had known hunger, and cold ana misery, in every
shape lie had been the companion of the outeas from
the first dawning of hs existence One guardian after
another of the fcrorn hoy had died grown weary OF
tho charge so that only indistnct memory OF hunger
and cold and achugs Of the limbs and pains of the
head remained to him. A creeping child, lac had been
kicked the threshold not in absolute cruelty, but
because he in the way and The inmates lacked bread
and elbow for when did hunger make the heart
loving or cold make warm or nakedness make It tender
child, and knew better than to creep long While
he padded about upon all foars he presented
careless cruel foetEo with lusty sinews the boy
soulled away to side when footsteps approached
aud BY dnt Of aa from walls and broken chairs
his little head up md his feet planteyes, planted
for there that about Bob that fixed With Zig
head uppermost in the world you might kin him out
tight, but you could never make him bite tho dust
again. Thus had Bob come np-ha
never knew how, His FIRST memories Of thrift He
had sought for old pins and rusty nails and bits OF cloth
in the gutter when he could hardly walk next he had
picked up chips, which he carried in basket upon his
head. Then there interregnum he did not know
what happcnedhe might have been sick. Many who had
looked after him were gone he couldn't tell how nor
why He had indis,inct memory Of long white boxes
very many of them-coming and going. He had rides
upon cart sometmes ana, altogether, he didn't seem
10 have done anything and yet had slept and eaten The
cholera had decmaed the miserable locality Atlongth
he found himself in the street.-The didn't know where To
so. He was but little fellow, and he stood looking at
the people they along aud wondering where they
from and whittier they were going lie began TO
feel hungry, and terrible tear came upon him. Every
body seemed TO have other body who cared for
them, who exchanged word a smile, or even q blow,
showing they stood in relation TO some other body in the
world but there he Stood poor little uniovey child,
and nobody cared FOR him lie dirty very dirty-hc
had nothing but rags and aeanty Of these
Our space will not permit us to give heightened
extracts from this interesting story. We must not,
no yever deprive ourselves Of the pleasure Of trns
ferripg 10 our columns description Of tina rare
circumstance in q ne wsboy's career-for he gcner-
ally grows out OF his vocation before he can realize
is-a domestic establishment, with its encI abrAn-
ces:--
1t was true Mary had left the Asylum, notwh stand
ing the vigilance Of the good Sisters and priest had
promo unccd them one in tho holy bonds OF matrimony
soon small in third story in Anthony street re-
ccvcd sDndy little Furnishings and when Sam ard Mary
went TO the Sisters ard milored their forgiveness, and
begged them sometimes 20 come and zee them and guide
! them, they rclened and helped them in many ways
The ncwsooys also were yery proud o. Our cain q.
they all called Mary, and not one Of them that didSt
venture time TO call upon her and tn present
her with some pretty testimonial Of regard.
Mary gentle, sweet and loving, and withaI
orderly, that the little hird-story room seemed to
the unsophsticatcd newsboys other than heaven
When they went there they prepared themselves az II
for sacrament, and what "oar Gap' said, and how
Our CAL looked, long the theme OF talk among
Them Some Thought il had been the ruin Of Sam, who
too happy to be boisterous and aashy Jack declared
sour Gal had made spooney out of HING yet upon
the whole, there was general sentiment o! approval
| hob was the fayeritc guest nothing more He was
amply able TO look after himself and unless
man is concerned newsboy IA apt think roof alto
gether superiu,y Indeed, many of the boys, thu
leaned against slack OF bricks in the twilight,
upon the benches the Battery, apt 10 ;sa '
rate the condition Of Sam being little less o, an %
Ono morning Bob, in the course 81 HI. s,tv eo,na
opportunity 10 go in the vicinity Of sam;s room, The
later resognIsd bin ns Stn "a shake Of the hand
wanted most to show tssG-a smiIe or fear se;zinr
aoh by the hand, and stoopp half down ami pointing,
"sie small LSea bird, he cried:
I a eel -
pat pat, tat pat, tat just Ike into her little 6acki
npIent and that erc shawl huge. ,nc Of The angel
Blast me, Bob, If don't believe she's the Apollo
come 4S. down S out ,uo q al Iiser saw and
showed him bits Of comfort that looked like ID Of
to his untatored eyes There was loaf Of bre. .
Marys make nicely covered with napkin; there
pretty garments hanging TO tho WALL but the grand tr
umph seemed TO be nicely starched and roned shirt
upon which Mary had just sewed button.
She did IT, Bob; them small pckers of her'n went into
the snds tell ye; and look hcre-theres her little bas
etrawbcrrya bigger than your fist; there's her
id little hmben At this climax Sam aissolv into
flow Of tears in which he was aided and Allotted by
JEFFERsoS's W0RKs-Riker, Thorne & Co.-Ths
concluding volome Of this edition has jus. been
issued by the publishers. It contains the Parlia
mentMy Manual, the Amos, and about ffsy of JEFF
fersoEs miscellaneous papers, terminating with bis
win. In the ".Anos" we find the following entry
March the llth, conversing with Mrs. Adams on
the subject Of the writer's in the newspapers, took
occasion to mention that never in my life had di.
recty or indirectly written one sentence for news
paper, which is IN absolute truth.
How few Of our modern politicians can say the
same thine2 Journalism Is but too frequently the
ladder by which the party leaders of our day as END
to power. 'Tis true that with powerful iugrati-
tude they generally kick IL from under them when
they attain their object.
In the Amos" we also find the following story
related Of Alexander Hamilton
January the 24sb, Mr.. Smith, merchant OF
Hamburg, gives me The following infoma.ion:--The
81. Andrews Club, of NewYork Gall Scotch toriss)
gave public dinner lately. Among other guests
Alexander Hamilton Was one. After dinner the
first toast was "The President Of the United Statea