The southern enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1854-1870, 1855-02-09
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WHAT Nor" charming volame by
Mrs. Mary A. Denison, is published by Lip
pincott, Garmbo d Co., of this city. 1t is
made up of great variety of articles, en-
bracing wide range of subjects, and is il
lustrated with fine ability. We make a
brief extract, and give one of the illustrations
in this number of the Home Magazine
"Nobodys Chitd."-TLe daylight plays
in the old alleys us well us it can for the
dust heaps and tall black houses Here
and there through the tan Of wind, sun, and
layers of dirt, CLEANS white spot like the
leaf of lily, telling that beauty is not Who'll
ly banished, even from here. \ child has
fallen over yondcr broken doorstep. 1t
sleeps, but not unmatched, COR the homelv
mother leaves her suds to steal now and
then quiet look, and wish he may sleep
till her toll is over. From little tongues the
roll Of the blasphemer summons kindred
spirits, and bcgrimed imps play toss-penny
and root the dirt deeper into their sallow
cheek.
Nought disturbs the old alley save power
ty and crime. lntcmpcrance swaggerS and
drunkenness staggers, throwing its lean
hand against the rafting window panes,
and crushing i'll the old hat crowns that
line broken apertnres
Here comes group worth studying. A
boy with sunny locks, leading, his sister
from the parish school. Poverty may be
his heirloom, but virtue locks hands with
its meagre mate, and may carry him safely
through IA pcriious lite,journey.
well, my boy, whose child are you?"
"Please, I'm Peggys little boy what takes
in ironing and washing. and sister goes
to school"
Behind them, with slower step, an eye
like hawk, his short, crisp curls clineing
close to his brown forehead, come another
little urchin. His eve has brightened-per-
haPs at the sound Of pleasant voice-anI
he nervously fingers his old rags.
Who can but give kindly wish to the
neglected one? So we part smile between
them and ask him too-'And you, my little
| fellow, whose child are you!'
See! his head droops; the bold light
| fades from his eye; the joyous curve of his
| lip changes to grief. He half looks up
agaln, and a fear Gtrenbles on his dark
lashes--
How often that plaintive voice rings en
my ear, like the low cry of the turtle dove!
Visions Of neglected graves it brings, hcaped
in the poor's corner; Of children cInging to
| the skirts of strange garments, weeping at
! the harsh voice of forced charitv--croucl-
ing from the uplifted hand of the cruel task
master.
Nobody's child!
What if his shrinking limbs stitfen with
the cold Who will tear the tattered gar
ments from her own perish!ng body to gath
cr about her chiid'
Nobody?
Who, when the sncer and taunt strike
colder than death against the grieving heart,
crue! wound?
Nobody! o..
! Who, when the vile lay unholv hands
upon him. and drag him to the dark haunts
of sin, will snatch him from ruin at the peril
of her own life d
Nobody !!
The poor elay-worker may hover like an
angel about her treasures-even in the midst
of misery and pollution-saving them from
all but he who is nobody's child
20. heven pity and guard him" ."-Ar,
thurs Home Magazine.
GRAPuIc.-Mrs. Swisshelm, in the Pitts.
burg Gazette, thinks that the sterner sex
had better devote their attention to their
own ridiculous fashions in dress, rather than
to find so much fault with the ladies. The
gentlemen Of Pittsburg must be rather a
comical looking set, if Mrs. SIS portrait Of
them is correct. She says: -
"IIerc for two winters they have been
stalking around, looking for all the world
like so many pumpkins with two cornstaiks
stuck in the blossm end, and o. bit of stem
left on the other--in coats just the length
Of a farmers wamus,. a half yard too wide,
stuffed out with wadding, and drawn up
around their ears--sIeeves like meal sacks,
and pantaIoons as tight.as fiddle strings
To see them handle their drum sticks in
this outfit was II natural curiosity. This
wiaser the stiItlike supporters mysteriously
disappear; pantaloons are invisible. and
coats bid fair to rival ladies' skirts in the
sublime art Of street sweeping"
h THE Howard Association of New Orleans