True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1855-03-22
STEUBENVILLE, OHIO, THURSDAY, MARCH %, 1856.


children, jostling one another in the busy
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS., that shimmered
and shone with costly plate and jewelry--
others displaying rich silks, satins, laces,
and ribbons; some full of toys, where the
little ones fingered longest; some piled
with bread and cake, while sunken eyes
from without gazed wistfully upon it
here place through whose large plates of
glass glimpse may be obtained of some
thing not unlike an oasis in the desert,
full Of many colored lamps suspended from
the wavy trees, where young hearts met,
gaily dreaming Of nought but bliss and
Elysian homes. Then there are quiet
streets, still and deserted, where you would
almost fancy blight had been and swept
away the busy, bustling inhabitants. Now
and then perhaps, half in the shade, by
an open window you might see two forms,
busy whispering gentle words into future
happiness, and it might be an infants
wall, Or quick footstep, to break the 81,
lencc-nought else.
Where was Lucy Everard all this time
Not by the casement-not in the gay,
pleasant gardens-not in the crowded
streets-oh where was she, then? No
not dead-not fallen--but pure, strong
hearted woman, toiling for daily bread-s
weak, suffering woman-a barque tossed
on lifes tempestuous ocean-no light, nc
guide.
No light! no guide! 0, was strange
ly wrong. There was sweet, holy child
part of her life; and, morning ani
night, it lisped a prayer for the wandere
her who first taught it to pray for al
alike; and each one of those words was
link in chain that kept the mother from
sin.
There are myriads Of unseen angels flip
ing hither and thither, searching tn
hearts most secret places, and like then
we will seek the wanderer. Apart iron
the busy world, in a lonely silent street
there are high houses, that almost shu
sunlight from the opposite window, ant
the wind can scarcely sweep through tn
narrow way. They are drcary looking
places, small, i'll ventilated rooms, ant
Gods neglected poor are crowded in them
shut from every pleasure on which the ey
may look with delight, save the blue SIX
and bright sun, the cloud, and the pilla
, on which our eyes may rest when turne
heavenward. In one of these dwelt tn
. beautiful Lucy Everard not in the daml
unwholesome easements; not on the frs
E second, or third floor, but high aboy
\ them, where the air might come the p,
f rest, and at sunset the glowing tints
b the western sky streamed richly in ho
room. Many time had her weary fe
+ trod those long stairs, and yet she wou
~ not have exchanged places with any of IL
, inmates, for hers seemed nearer heave
. The moonlight was creeping throug
- the dormar window, and fell in rich fol-
- on the carpctless floor, silvering ca,
u board with brilliant sparkles, and weavil
- fantastic shadows, that danced merrily
and fro. In one corner stood a neatly {
~ ranged bed, and table, with few chai
; completed the furniture of the room.
the table sat Lucy Everard sewing, ber
&c ing and unbending the thin taper fnge
m until they few like busy FAIRIES, or h
y. unconsciously gazing upon the Aickeri
~, candle, that had we'll nigh burnt down
in the socket Faster, faster went the re
less fingers, and the weary eyes lOokedd
and fearful, not less altered than the r
tv of the features. Lips and cheeks had !
- their fullness and color; suffering, fir
nd care and sickness, had changed her IL
70 outwardly-but was the heart the san
d. CONCLUDED NEXT WEEK.