Western Reserve chronicle and weekly transcript of the times. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1854-1855, 1855-01-10
A BEAUTIFUL STORY.

dent we know, associated with a ship
wreck, is the following: ..- -t-.-- E..
"The Grosvenor, an East Indiaman,
homeward bound, goes ashore on the
coast of Caffraria. 1t was resolved that
the officers, passengers, and crew, in
number one hundred and thirty-6ve souls
should endeavor to penetrate on foot,
across trackless deserts, infested with
wild beasts and cruel savages, to the
Dutch settlement at the Cape of Good
Hope. With this forlorn object before
them, they finally separate into two par
ties, never more to meet on earth.
"There is a solitary child among the
passengers, a little boy of seven years
old, who has no relations there; and
when the first party is moving away, be
cries after some member of it who has
been very kind to him. The crying of
a child might be supposed to be little
thing to men in such great extremity;
but it touches them, and he is immediate
ly taken into that detachment from
which time forth this child is sublimely
made sacred charge. He is pushed on
a little raft across broad rivers by the
swimming sailors; they carry him by
turns through the deep sand and long
grass, he patiently walking at all other
times; they share with him such putrid
fish as they find to eat; they lie down
and wait for him when the rough carpen-
ter, who becomes his special friend, lags
behind. Beset by lions and tigers, by
savages, by thirst and hunger, by death
in crowd of ghastly shapes, they never
oh, Father of all mankind, thy name
be blessed for it, forgot this child.
The captain stops exhausted, and his
faithful coxswain goes back and is seen
to sit down by his side, and neither of the
two shall be any more beheld until the
last great day; but a. the rest go on for
their lives, they take the child with them.
The carpenter dies of poisinous berries
eaten in starvation and the steward, sue
ceeding to the command of the party,
succeeds to the sacred guardians of
the child.
"God knows all he does for the poor
baby. He cheerfully carries him in his
arms when he himself is weak and i'll /;
how he feeds him when he himself is
griped with want; how he folds his rag
ged jacket around him, lays his little
warm face with a woman's tenderness
upon his sunburnt breast, soothes him in
his sufferings, sings to him as he limps
along unmindful of his own parched and
bleeding feet. Divided for a few days
from the rest, they dig grave in the
sand and bury their good friend the cooper
these two companions alone in the will
derness-and the time comes when they
are both i'll, and beg their wretched part
! ners in despair, reduced and few in num-
Der now, to wait by them one day. They
wait by them one day; they wait BY them
two days. On the morning of the third
day they move softly about making their
preparations for the resumption of their
journey, for the child is sleeping by the
fire, and it is agreed with one consent
that he shall not be disturbed until the
last moment. That moment comes the
fire is dying and the child is dead.
ellis faithful friend, the steward, lin
gers but little while behind him. His
grief is great. He staggers on for few
days, lies down in the wilderness and
dies. But he shall be reunited in his i'm
mortal spirit-who can doubt it?-with
the child, where he and the poor carpen-
ter shall be raised up with the words,
Insomuch as We have done it unto the
least of these, ye have done it unto me. "
IRISH ANEcDorE.-The following Incl
dent recently occurred in a small town in
the county of Cork. A poor woman en-
tered the general shop, and asked for
pound of candles, dipt fourteens. The
price demanded being half penny or a
penny more than usual, she anxiously in
quired the reason.
"' Tis all along of the war, rna'am,"
was the reply.
"Yettun what has the war to do with
the price of my pound of diPsl
"Ah, 'tis = use we are fighting with
Roosia, the prloe oftallow is raised. ="
"Why then," exclaimed the purchaser
fervently, "bad luck to the Roosians that
they can't fight by daylight, and not be
rising the price of the candles upon us !"
-Household Words.
A CARRIAGE formerly belonging to
John Hancock, is now in possession of
Hon. A. w. H. Clapp, who is having ii
repaired for winter use. 1t has been for
some time in the Clapp family, Sut we
doubt if many who have often seen it
know its former history. Connected with