Daily national era. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1854, 1854-06-21

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Poor mother Of Mittie! how her heart was
wrung at sending her blind, trusting child from
her arms But her brother in America had
written, telling her that he would provide for
Mittie, poor sightless Mittis who could learn
little in that unciyilized land. So with many
tears and prayers, that missionary mother had
packed her Mites small trunk, and placed
her in the care of q friend--the English lady
before mentioned--to be transported to our
country. What but mothers prayer guard
cd the helpless darling in her lonely wander
ngs!
On arriving at New York, Captain - and
Mr.. --- made inquiry everywhere for Mr..
Wythe. Directories were searched, streets ran
sacked and questions repeated hundreds OF
times, To no purpose. No relative of the poor
blind Mittie could be found.
Leave her with me, captain, said Mr.. --
4" i am so0n to return to London, but, before
sailing, | will place her in an asylum for the
blind, and seo that she is comfortably cared
for.n
Instead, however. of placing Mittie in the
State Asylum Of New York, her friend took
her to q Southern city, where he had business
connections, and left her in one OF those beau
tiful retreats, which nature and art have COM
bined to adorn for those whose eyes tell not
night from day, nor beauty from deformity
Kind voices welcomed the little stranger,
but they were voices she had never heard, nor
hoped to hear. For the first time since she
sobbed good-by on her mothers lap, her hope
and faith faltered She felt that she was alone
in the world, and she sought out corner to
cry. Had the superintendent particularly in
tcrested himself in the child, he would have
found out her history, and probably have
sought s0mo communication with her parents
But setting down her name as charity schol
ar, he forgot that she was not an orphan.
And Mr. L.? His sympathics had been
strongly enlisted, and he really intended to find
ont the mystery. But he was man OF the
world and immersed in its busy cares Having
placed sum Of money for her use in the hands
Of the director, with permission to apply to him
in any emergency, he returned to his English
homeland only remembered the blind child of
the VOYAGE at moments when HE own laughing
Carrie climbed into his lap
One among hundred children Mittie was
we'll educated in all that the blind can learn
She was taught how to read the Bible from
which her mother had read to her, by passing
her small fingers over the curiously- raised let
tiers She learned to sew, to braid, and to
write strange thoughts that young head used
TO frame, for that unsteady hand to jot down
in its crooked wanderings over the paper. She
learned to sing sweet hymns Of her school
mates, and to touch for herself the keys Of the
piano, whose melodies had almost made her
fancy herself ia heaven, only that she had been
told that in heaven she should see like other
children Sometimes, in her dreams, she would
find herself on soft couch, with strange per-
fumes and sounds about her, and would feel
warm tears dropping, one by one, on her FORE
head while dear arm pressed her closely.
mother dear moi her J" Mittie would cry,
and wake--to find no mother.
nearing the forests Of masts in New York har-
Dor. On the deck sat pale lady, in deep
mourning, with traces Of tears upon her cheeks.
Her children chung about her, with wonder in
their faces
aOh, beautiful America the America you
have 60 often told us about" cried sweet
voiced girl Of twelve " Mamma, does it look
~ it did when you went away
Mamma, did you live in any Of those great
houses?D
"Ma, ma! plenty Pagodas here!" chimed
in the youngest boy, whose eye had taken in
the numerous church spires. All spoke at
once, but the mother answered neither. Her
heart was too full She had gone from that
shore, happy bride, and hopeful; she was re-
turning, widow, broken in health and spirits
to place her children with her relatives, and
then, as she believed, to lay her bones in the
tomb of her kindred. One hope only made her
heart bound, and her pale cheek grew paler,
AZ she looked on that shore of her nativity for
the first time in twenty years.
"Oh, God could ! zee all my children be-
fore die - she laltered
pass over the scene Of her landing, and
welcome to the house Of her brother. | will
not stop to tell you how many wonders the In
dian.born children found in American city Gus
toms and sights; for ! must hasten TO the end
of my story.
Ii is impossible sister" said her brother to
the pale lady one morning, in answer to some
expression "The child could never have
reached this country. We never, as you know,
have traced her farther than England, and if
she had been brought hore, she could not have
failed to find me, or herr
The widow sighed Goods will be done!
she murmured. "But it is hard to feel that
my little helpless innocent--my eldest born
was sent from me to perish alone. Often feel
as If il could not be--as If she were yet alive
and should find her at somo day.
Providentally, as it proved, the mother was
led to search the catalogues Of various institp
tions for the blind, long in vain. At length
she obtained circular from a distant CITY
and glanced over it indfferently, 40 often had
she been disappointed. Her heart sprung to
her lips as she saw the namc Meta w. Ham
ilion"
Brother she gasped, extending the paper
TO him.
He looked and shook his head. apm afraid
you are expecting too much, my poor sister.
Matilda was. your darling's name; and then,
how should she stray to that corner Of the
United States?v
But the mothers hope was stronger than her
fears. She scarcely ate or slept, weak though
she was, until she reached the Southern city
whose name tho catalogue had borne.
I" Hamilton? Yes, wo have pupil by that
name,n replied the bland superintendent in
answer TO her first question Of trembling eager
ness
aBpt she is an orphan, madam"
care you sure, sir Oh, must SEQ her at
once. %
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