The Ashland union. [volume] (Ashland, Ashland County, Ohio) 1854-1868, 1855-11-14

of any description. Oa the mantle
piece stood a. beer-Sottle with a@half
burnt candle in its nose a few broken,
dirty dishes stood upon the shelf, aud |
a quantity of filthy rags lay scattered
around the floor.
The grand mother vas holding by the
hand sweet child of eight years, with
large, bright eyes, and auburn hair
{ like poor Mary's) falling about her
neck An older girl of twelve, with
q sweet Madonna face that seemed to
light up even that wretched place with
beam of Heaven, stood near, bearing
in her arms babe of sixteen months,
which was not so large as one of eight
months SHOULD have been) whose little
hands looked like bird cla,. 8, and whose
little bones seemed almost piercing the
skin.
The old lady went up to her daughte
saying, 81 Mary, dear, this is the gentle
man who is willing to take you to his
house, it you viii try to be goou."
4" Get out of the room, you old hypo-
orite,' snarlcd the intoxicated woman,
"or I'Il->, and she clu.ched u
hatchet beside her, I'n show yAl--
You are the worst old woman 1 ever
knew, except the one you brought in
here the other day, and she is devil
outright. Talk to me about being good
LA, ha," aud she laughed an idiot
| laugh.
:. Mother said the eldest child,
sweetly lying her little hand upon her
arm, " dear mother, don't pleasc--don't
hurt grand mother She is good and
kind to us she only wants to get yon
out of this bad place, where you will be
treated kindly
Yes, dear mother, chimed in the
younger sister, bending her little curly
head over =" mother, you said once
you would 60. Don't keeps us here any
longer, mother We are cold ard hun
cry. Please get up and take US away /;
We arc afraid to stay her, mother,
dear"
Yes, Mary" said the old dIady, hand
ing her down faded, ragged gown,
here is jour dress; put it on, won't
you :"
| Mary raised herself on the pile Of
rags on which she was lying, aud push
ing the eldest girl across the room,
screamed out, Get away, you impd-
dent little thing you are jast like your
old grandmother. tell you all, " said
she, raising herself on one elbow, and
tossing back her auburn hair from her
broad white forehead =" tell you all
never will 90 from here, never
love this place. So many fine people
come here, and we have such good times.
There is gentleman who takes care OF
me; he brought me some candles last
night, and he says 1 shan't want for
any thing if will only get rid of thos,
troublesome ehildren-my husbands
children" And she hid her face in
hands and laughed convulsively
"You may have them" she contin
ued, just as sson ae you like--baby
and ali, bat 1 will never go from this
place. I love it. A great many fn'
people come here to see me-"
The poor old lady wrung her hands
and wept, while the children cluug
around their grandmother, with hal
avcr.ed faces, trembling aud silent.
Mr.. Peose said to her, g Mary, you
may either go with me, or I'll send fo
an officer aud have you carried 20 the
station-house. Which will you do.
Mary cursed and wept, but fnall,
put on the dress the old lady haudec
her, and consented to 60 with them
A carraige was soon procured, an'
Mary helped inside; Mr.. Pease liftet
in the two little girls, and away the.
i started for the Five Points House o
Industry.
Goa, MOTHER exclaimed the young
J er of the girls, &" how very pleasant i
is to ride in this nice carriage, and t
get away from that dirty place. anc
o Edith and the baby too see. he
laughing he likes TO ride. You wi
y love sister Edith aud baby, aud me
d now, won't you, mother and you won
: frighten us with the hatchet any NOR,
q or hurt dear grandmother, will you 7
Arriving at Mr.. Pease's house, tn
J. delight of the little creatures was III
IL bounded. They caught hold of thei
c mothers faded dress saying, q Di1n
l. we tell you, mother, that you woul
% have a pleasant home here? Only Sc
that MOE garden! you didn't have sue
ie nice garden in Willet street, mott
er.
>! Reader, would you know that w
mars after history?
IT Another q Mary" hath bathed Il
A. Saviour's feet with her tears, and wi
ID ed them with the hairs of her head
aud her name is no longer written Ma
J. Magdalena In the virtuous home
es her aged mother, she sits clothed in ht
ne rig mind, land her children rise u
Is and call her blessed"
8, FANNY FERN.
Free love circles have been 70
! med in Cincinnati aud Cleveland