The Davenport daily gazette. [volume] (Davenport, Iowa) 1856-1869, 1857-08-01

And am alone 10 the world to-day
The saddest thing that ever Was born.
a drear old maid forsaken and icrni
Two children frolic nj Willie. knee.
And ono, the faircst, he calls for me-
She has my grlhcod's eye. ard mouth.
huf not tho sorrow that stunned my youth
oh. Willie when countless years have down,
And God shall roll the sorrowful stone
From the grave Of Ii. dead past, and tbs light
ofhs awful justics mAkes III thiags bright
when starry crowned and slcriasd
We dwell la HE presence eide By side,
Where the nowers Of the soul fade no, away
win You love NE best, or Nellie Gray
CASfA Dlvl.
High hoIn signs Mr.. Patron, "what a
forlorn life II Is to live alone ~ aud he drew
his chair close to the fire and cnsconeed
himself therein, wrapping his tri-colorcd
dressing gown about him. I wish I were
married know lady boards in the same
house too-and believe she'd have me III |
were to ask her, mean the pretty music
teacher. She Is young, delicate and amiablc;
only there seems to bc something melan-
cholly about her she Is widow, like her
though and believe she likes me, III think
this over. | have plenty Of money, and mr.
u
ask pretty Madame Victor Ia marry me
Rap, rap, rap!
"Comc in--whose there %
Please sir, IT'S your clean Clothes
Clean clothes and pray who are you,
you little cherub, aud where do YOU come
from ~
who washes your clothes, and she sent me
with the basket tonight"
Yes, ] should think she did, You little
ducklng, and the basket i larger than your
self! Come and sit down in this chair by
the fire and warm your toes-there, now, I
want to talk with you. Are you Bridget
child
oh No, SIR" and look Of care passed
over the little face.
No, ] thought not. washerwoman's
children don't have such eyes, nor such
broad forehead, nor soft hair. Well, birdie,
how came you with Bridget Have you no
parents r.
- don't know only dream have
Bridget lets me stay with her because can
sing.
"Sing and what has that 10 do with
tn
"Oh sir. I sing my songs in the great
houses and they give me sixpcnccs, and
take them ts Bridget"
Aha, you pay your board Them Well
little Laurctta, will you sing for me now r.
Yes, indeed" and the little one stands
up in the middle of the rug, and opening
her rosebud aaouth, she sings Casta Diva.
:lcs~ my stars what voice! l know
something about music myself; at least
enough to know that such voice should be
fortune to the one that possesses il. Lit
tie one, where did you learn that 7"
"Nurse taught me-"
Nusc Who is nurse ~
"Nurrc is dead" The dark eyes ill
with tears, and the rssby lip are quiverine.
Mr.. Patron walks up and down the room.
Ills curiosity is excited ss well a. his pity.
PLEASE, sir shall ] have the basket /?
Bridget will scold me il stay 50 long,
No little one, will carry the basket, |
am going home with you.
Its up five fights II stairs, sir, aud
there y no light in the passage"
"All the more reasons | should 20 with
You. Now ] am ready. Come, my little
singer, you aud will be better acquainted
before long. Don't fall down these steps
keep hold of my hand here we are in broad
WAY. Now where do We turn down
Prince street, hey and now down Crosby.
What do you live IN this alley oh never
lear, little casta Diva, shall tread safely
enough while this little hand leads me-
Ugh how many more fights are there T.
only two Well, ! can climb them u you
can -, r. this the door ~
Itch, and n u yoii, Sir, that would be
AFTER cc,n,ng to see poor woman 1t tins
hour WI ym' ec seated sur, said Bridget
wipsng wooden chair with her aprof.--
Tour slirts were not iro''ed to DC su'ting
ye, may bc =
SHIRTS All right, Bridget. came to bring
nome your h.tic g1ri, anu " ask you some
thing about her She has been singing TO
me- WI you tell me where sec came
from r.
fe take deal o trouble ior lone bit
u children, indeed sir but her story y
not 50 very long. she lived with = i''rren
woman, In the room below, named Theresa
The woman Was waiting maid In Lauretta's
family, IN Italy, somewhere, and while she
wAs out with the child then only two years
odd, for the sake oi the ar, there came big
row m the city and the child's father was in
the middle 81 u, and got KILT and when she
reached the house, oil In fright, SURE Il Was
On fire and the mother o. u gone, and never
WAS she able 10 hnd IT, so she kept tho
child and como 10 America with Il, Tor she
heard how the streets were paved with gold,
aud when she came and found nary gold nor
sood but tor the working, she had to 90 81
work, - al We poor creatures do; an she
took IN washing IN one r.nsn down stairs
but never bit would she let the child Do
Tor 6seIf but wait on u like slave, and
only taught 4 u sing, - is mother did be-
t"re u m last year Therese died This
poor creature too9 on Nd had that took her
myself; only III be bringing her up differ
emily entirely III teach her 70 earn her
bread, u any rate, and ~ send her out
every day TO sing To the great folks, an
makes her help me 10 carry round the clothes
an that h all sir."
ut was very god Of you Bridget, IN take
the little orphan; yoa have nvcd her from
q sad tate; You will be rewarded you may
depend
Bridget raised her eyebrows and dropped
= courtesy, while Ca.ta Diva, as Mr.. Patron
then, and ever since has called her, hid her
lace IN the bed and sob6ed t. hear her own
story related. The kind gentleman looked