Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1856-02-15

Last Wednesday night was intensely cold
The stars shonc 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 Wizards Hotel, he saw its many
guests happy in the warmth and comforts
of wealth. He stopped on the pavement
and begged for money, for he dared not goI
home without the means to buy at least a
pint of whisky, and he had only one cent
in his pocket. But it was freezing cold and
those alighted from carriages hurried into
the hotel, and those coming out could not
be induced to unbutton their over-coats tol
get to their pockets, and so the poor boy ut
terly failed of success.
Sheltered by the Treasury, he ran along
shivering, while Carlo, who impatient of de-
lay, was always running ahead When the
boy came around the corner of the Prasi-
dents square, he eros c the Avenue, and
looking up at the windows of the wealthy,
he said, 30 how cold it is | have nothing
in my bag, and John Hengle will say have
spent all have begged to- lay, and will
kick me out of door. o, ifI had been born
in one of these houses! How bright and
warm they look They have rich, heavy
curtains hanging loose, but not so close but
what | can see through the chingS. There
are two boys and three girls in that house,
for l have seen them all so nicely and so
warmly dressed, in cloaks and fur caps, and
mittenS and gloves on their hands, going
out to walk; but have not button on my
shirt nor Jacket 70 keep them buttoned.-l
Mother whould not sew them on, and
have to hold my jacket together all the
time. o, what JOY it must be to be loved
To have a 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 Christmas night, with
all sorts of pretty presents. My mother
doesn't love me-" Carlo here jumped upon
bis master, who now ran along until he
came under the shelter of spacious man
sion, when he loitered, and looking up said
to himself 'This is big house, but nobody
lives here only single gentleman. o, if
were but his son! should be happy, so
happy! but there's no place in this world
for me. Why was born? l will ask my
Sunday School teacher to tell me, if can
get my clothes fit to go to school. 1 wish
1 had died when was baby-then l sho'd
have gone to heaven; now, when die,
where shall 90? To heaven? How cold
the stars look! Can heaven be up there?
"Yes my boy" whispered his good An
gel. "Heaven is on high, and you will one
day reach It's mansions Of blessedness, where
the depth OF present wretchedness will but
enchance an eternity of JOY. Cheer up,
and hasten home! See, Carlo is impati-
ent-he barks, runs on and returns, and
barks again"
The little boy hastened onward, seeking
the shelter of the buildings on the north
side of the street, until, passing from under
the protection afforded by the "Six Build
ings" he became exposed to sweeping winds
pouring down from the heights of George
town and Kalorama. Benumbed and be-
wildered, 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 dog 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 to hurry homeward-not to go to
sleep on the perils of his life. To all these
motions and prompting, the boy murmured
his evening prayer:
"Now lay me-down to-sleep,
Ipray the Lord-my soul-to keep;
And if I die-before wake,
pray the Lord-my soul to take"
The Anrel could do no mora His inf1u-