The weekly Lancaster gazette. (Lancaster, Ohio) 1852-1855, 1854-04-06


ing buta little girl Shall | give, you some
more water!" and she held the broken bot.
tie to his lips.
water! waterl yes, give me some -
Water from an ANGELS hand NAV save my
soul" And he drank and then he sat up
and locked around, and at the little one be.
side him.
Little angel little angel" said he, "thore
sent you to save me. Bless you! bless you,
little angel"
"But amt an angel,ps,id she, artlessly.
II am only little girl. Feel of my hand;
you couldn't touch me il was an angel.
And see, haint got no wings eilher.''--
But he only said, s'Littls angel, little angel,
little ANGEL and lay bis head on her
lay and wept. Us
"Poor man." said she, aS she balhed his
hot temples and flushed cheeks; "poor, sick
man, I'm SO sorry for you Haint you got
any homeW He answered not, but only
sobbed the louder t-.-..
By-and-bye he looked up and said to the
plying child, Little angel can you prayl"
"Yes, sir, can. prayed for you while
you was asleep"
"Pray again-pray aloud-let me hear
you" And she knelt beside him, clasped
her hands and prayed, "Our Father, which
art in Heaven" When she had ceased he
laid his head again upon her lap and sob
bed
"Shant 90 and find your folks for you,
poor mnnl" asked she. "It's getting late,
and must go home soon."
"Take me to them. little angel-take me
to them," and he seized her hand and led
her away out of that beautiful green spot,
and across several streets, and down into a
dark, gloomy, cellar hme.
A pale, haggard looking woman, with
little purple babe on her lap, sat on rick
ETY. chair, the only one in the room, close
to the little window, stitching as fast as her
fingers could fly. On straw bed in the
corner lay two other little ones, tossing in
fever fits, while boy oiIsabel's age crouch
ed beside them crying, 20, Pm SO hun
gry!,
"Thank God! you've come back at last,
William" said the woman, as they enter
ed.
"Thank God! I've been brought back"
said the man with choaked voice. "And
! here is the little angel that brought me,
saved me. Bless her! Mary; bless her!"
and he led the half scared child to the knees
Of she wondering wife
al aint little angel" said she. "I'm
only little girl-andI saw him sick and
asleep out in the sun, and famed him and
brought him water, and took care of him.
Weren't you worried about him, SO sick!"
"Yes; SO sick--'so sick" said the man.
ga nd when they ask you what allied me,
tell them | was sin-sick, sin-sick. Go
home, now, little ange--go back to Heav
en-; you've saved me, made me we'll"
With aeet steps Isabel ran off and reach
cd home, all out of breath, just as her fa-
ther was descending the steps in search of
her.
80, father! father!" she exclaimed,
"come into the house. quick, quick; | want
TO tell yen something. .''szAnd she needed
rot the many questions showered upon her
by worried parents til she had told her
story.
sand o, father! o, mother! if you could
have seen where he lived poor, sick
man down in cellar; only think--a damp
cellar for a sick man, aud nothing hut bed
of straw and two little sick children and
one boy crying for something to eat, and a
little baby that was hall starved; and such
poor, sick looking wife, and only one chair.
! W VIC pun
Sand he would have it that was little
angel-..and he told his wife SO, But told
him wasn't, and told her so; | was only
little girl. But she kissed me over and
over again, and said was a little angel
Do look like an angel, mother! Do let me
>" and she ran to a mirror. "Why, n';
look just what am, little girl. What
made them call me an angel' Do you know
father! do you know motherr' But they
only clasped her in their arms, and said:
"Little angel, little angel"
In the parlor of Mr.. w. there hangs an
exquisite painting.--a little girl is kneeling
on the turf, her eyes raised to Heaven, and
her hands clasped in prayer.
"Ts it a portratl" asked a friend, gazing
long and earnestly upon it. For none can
look without emotion upon that pictured
face.
otis"
"May ask of whom!" and he turned to
his host--.but was surprised to see the great
tears rolling down his cheeks.
"Thas is the little angel" said bright
eyed beg, who stood beside him. "Father
always calls it so."
"And call it so rightly" said the father
solemnly. "She was little angel--.the
an gel that made me man again. That
made your mother happy wife; and you,
little puny, sickly babe, the bright, glad
boy you are"
Yes, thou vert an angel, sweet Isabel.
In Heaven thou art the little angel still.
RESULT OF STONE THROWING. = Yesterday
afternoon the Coroner helda post mortsm
examination upon the body ofa little girl,
named Vanderslce, who died from the ef-
fects of blow from stone, thrown by q
boy some two weeks since, in the neighbor-
hood of Washington and Second streets
The unfortunate girl had been playing in
front of her parents residence, when the
1 lad, who caused her death, came along and
attempted to take something from her hand.
. Very naturally she struggled to save her
toy. The boy them moved off some dis
tance and threatened to hit her with stone
if she did not yield to the object of his Gu
pidity. On refusing, he threw stone and
struck her fairly on the forehead. The in
iured child was taken to her home, where
She fingered until Sunday morning, when
death terminated her suferings. Phtld.
Gas.
WE have two questions to putto all can
did men. In the first place, did not both the
great political parties pledge themselves in
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