Daily American organ., 1856-02-23
AMERICAN ORGAN.
The BegEar Boy aud his Angel.

miserabiy-clad beggar boy was Iounu irolen
70 death ON "Wednesday night (January the "a !
lie was found by butcher on has way TO market
early on Thursday morning, sitting on the steps
at the entrance of the Circle, public reservation
between the Six Buildings" and Georgetown on
Pennsylvania avenue. His little dog was licking
his face and hands, maniiesting the most intense
agony for his dead master
Last "Wednesday night was intensely cold. The
stars shone like diamond sparks This poor boy
had been making his rounds, and was returning
late at night, followed by his dog, with an almost
empty wallet.
AS the beggar boy came up the avenue and
passed Wilards Hotel, he saw its many guests
happy In the warmth and comforts of wealth.
lie stopped on the pavement and begged for mo-
ney, for he dared not go home without the means
70 buy at least pint of whiskey, and he had only
one cent in his pocket But it was freezing cold,
and those alghting from carriages hurried into the
hotel and those coming out could not be induced
TO unbutton their overcoats to get to their pock-
cts and so the poor boy utterly failed Of success
Sheltered by the Treasury he ran along shiver.
ing, while Carlo impatient of delay, was always
running ahead. When the boy came around the
corner Of the Presidents square, he crossed the
Avenue, and looking up at the windows of the
wealthy, he said
"0h, how cold it isl ! have nothing In my
pocket nothing in my bag, and John Hcngle viii
w,
kick me out OF doors. Oh, If had been born in
one of those houses How bright and warm they
look They have rich, heavy curtains hanging
loose, but not so close but what can see through
the chinks. There are two boys and three girls in
that house, for have seen them all 80 nicely and
Sd warmly dressed in cloaks and fur caps, and nit
tens and gloves on their hands, going out to walk ;
but have not a button on my shirt or jacket to
keep them buttoned. Mother would not sew them
hay ffNh ,lxntt IL.
time. Oh, what Joy il must be to be loved to
have sweet, kind mother TO kiss, and to have
brothers and sisters to play with and to sleep with
in nice beds with plenty Of blankets, and to have
Santa Claus come down the chimney on Christmas
night with all sorts of pretty presents My mother
doesn't love me- sifr z,
Carlo here jumped upon his master, who now
ran along until he came under the shelter of spa
cious mansion, when he loitered, and, looking up
slid to himself: -
This is big house, but nobody lives here, only
a single gentleman. Oh, if j were but his son, /
should be happy, 80 happy But there's no place
in this world for me. Why was born? | will
ask my Sunday school teacher to tell me, if can
get my clothes fit to go to school ] wish had
died when was baby, then should have gone
to Heaven now, when die, where shall / 60 p
10 Heaven How cold the stars look! Can
Heaven be up there ?"
Yes, my boy" whispered his good angel,
/" Heaven is on high and you will one day reach
its mansions Of blessedness, where the depth of
present wretchedness win but enhance an eternity
ofjoy. Cheer up, and hasten home! See Carlo
IS impatient. He barks, runs on, and returns and
barks again." e
The little boy fastened onward, seeking the
shelter OF the buildings on the north side of the
street, until passing from the protection afforded
by the "Sx Buildings" he became exposed to
sweeping winds pouring down from the heights of
Georgetown and Kalorama. Bennmbed and be-
wdered, he ran forward till he came to the Circle
with its high iron fence and made for the gateway,
to gain the direct path across it. but the iron gate
would not move; chilled and despairing, he sat
himself down on the stone STEP The little dor
barked, and, by such eloquence as he could com.
mand, prayed his master to get up and go on, but
the boy needed him not
The Guardian Angel whispered him to rise and
hurry homeward--not to go to sleep, OH the peril
of mis- life. To oil these motions and promptings,
the boy murmured his evening prayer
Nov lay me--down to--seep,
pray the Lord--my soul--to keep;
And If | die--before wake,
pray the Lord-my soul to take"
The Angel could do no more. His influences
failed to move the soul of the boy. With earnest
thoughts Cike the figures thrown upon screenl
he passed under the inspection of the Guardian
days Of his childhood, birds were singing in the
trees, and the butterflies of inconceivable beauty
were futtering about from flower to flower, for he
was In beautiful garden, and music filed the air
The Angel well knew his boys hour had come, but
there was no murmur in his seraph-soul against
Gods inscrutable Providence. He had witnessed
the many miseries of his change with the intense
of his angelic nature, but he could saw.
$ 1 can wait The Judge of all the earth win do
right"
To him the future was all unknown, but he well
knew the Messengers of the Highest would soon
be at his side. And, as the pulse of the boy was
he listened if perhaps, some belated
citizen would come speedily, and yet resuscitate
the dying child But no sound was heard but the
signing of the winds through the distant forest
trees Carlo became more and more frantic His
yelling bark, short and brief full of meaning would
have spurred on the distant traveller but there
was no ear to bear, and poor dog, he did what he
could by licking the hands and face of his young
master.
Swiftly came Messenger from the Throne of
God, bringing with him robes Of light, and stood
before the boy
81 come" said theTMessenger, q to wake this
boy to immortal lifeln
I rejoice" replied the Guardian ait has
pleased the Holy One so soon to end his probation
here. 0, how unsearchable are his judgments
toward the race of man, and his ways past finding
OUT"
"Man, replied the Angel Messenger, ''is the
enigma of the Universe. Look around See, nv
brother, city containing many churches, and not
one asylum for the destitute.
Wake, child of God!n At the touch of the
Messenger, as he uttered these words, the spirit Of
the boy stood up beside the Angel, disenthralled.
He was like one suddenly wakened out of the
darkness and brought into the broad light Of day.
Clothed upon vestments of light and beauty, he
looked around him like one amazed. He was full
Of JOY, but all was too new for him to comprehend
what change had passed upon him.
"Let us got" said the Angel.
"0h stop" said the boy, ~ have cent? my
pocket---let me take that ~~ $780,.