The Lancaster ledger. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1852-1905, 1858-04-21
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From the New York Sunday Dispatch.
Remember the Poor.
A q TO RY OF REAL LIFE.
BY A. p. AUPRR.
Pooh 7 Monsenser

It's Ostentation-all of it,
But there is madame Fume, made
molselle belle and all our set going
,of course; the Academy will be crow.
ded-jainned-eh, hem-d-d, with the
etite-assembIed in the name of Charity.
What care they for the poorl
But George what will people say -
sa'd The htil woman, as she quietly pu,
one OF her plamp anms caressing ely around
her husbands neok and placed her rosy
lips in tempting proximity to his.
Say he cried, as he snatched a Kiss,
say that you are n coaxing mink, deter.
mined to have your own way in every.
thing
'llsfs dear, good soxl,' or:ed the
ta'r pleader, rs her eyes sparkIed with
pleasure; for she now fel, fully assured
that George would go to tue Calico ball
at the Academy with her.
And yet, Mary said her husband. as
he placed his arm around her slender
waist, and drew he, toward him, putting
on more sedate countenance than was
his won't TO wear in the presence of his
joyous, almost child like wife, whose
PRIDE It was To surround with every ap
pIlance of comfort and even luxury, you
will excuse me for saying, it is ali hum
hug. You, nor perhaps one in hundred
OF the gay anc thoughtless who will lie
there, dressed in calico, 10y way Of novel.
ty, know or perhaps care for the real mis-
cry which, with 30 much o%tentaton-
pride oi purse, you will assemble to mi,i
gate
But, my dress returned his wife, her
thoughts still upon the pleasures she an
ticipated at the brilliant Assem-. n.bIave, is
very beautiful. Stewart hasn't 4 pret,ier
calico in his estsbIishment.'
Hang the Calico replied George, with
light shade OF petulance in his voice,
and hurt that his wife did not pay due
attention to his bomiIy Stew
art. J tell you what it is, Stewart is
A little white haud, with long tapering
fingers, upon which costly jewels sparkled
was placed on the speakers mouth, and \
sweet voice added with musical laugh
"A msrvellously proper man, whosd does
everything in his power to gratify the
tastes OF his lady patrons
That may be, Mary continued George
but pay attention one minute, 'giddy.
head, to what am about TO say
i will endeavor,' WAS the response,
meekly uttered by the lady, as she press
ed nearer her husband, and laid her head
on his great manly breast.
Hem then Have you ever visited
the poor, Mary; have you ever seen those
who, uncompInlning, drink deep OF the
cup OF misery: those who, almost ma.
ked, shrink within themselves when they
encounter the keen winters wind, as it
goes whisting along. Have YOU ever
observed mother, upon whose youthful
face want has pencrlied many prema
ture Wrinkle. rs she passes in some dark
damp cellar, or open gsrret-where,ho how
ever, the a'r OF heaveL is not poisoned hy
noisome exhalations-her new born babe
to her breast, but devoid Of nourishment
or. have your e, es ever looked upon such
scenes as woe of age aud derrepuude pres
ent-~itbout food, or depending upon
The sccnt support which some sickly, over.
tasked child with weary step, brings
home tell you, Mary, there are see
mes within few minutes walk from
where ou stand, amidst all The applian-
ces wealth can bestow, that would, were
you called upon TO mingle among them,
make your bright, joyous eyes swim in
tears, and your heart beat with sympa.
tbies YOU know not Of
IL huva ra,l ,f email Iaa.
was tLe reply, as with a half suppressed
sigh and sorrowfuI face, ,sbe cIung nervous.
ly TO her husband.
Il douLt it not, Mary anG so have
hundreds like you /; but how very few
have profted by the lessons they have
read. Look at that little one. Mary, as
he quietly sleeps in his cradle. Think for
a moment, il you CAP, the agony you
would suffer, were you and it orcum
s,anced as are thousands in this city,
You nor your little one Lave ever known
want, and may God preserve you both
from the dread experience but there are
children as beautiful in spirit as it Is,
mothers as loving as you are, who laid
down supperless last night on straw beds
without covering save rags that you would
hesitate TO toucn, and who this morning
awose chilled and exhausted, TO 90 forth
with hectic cheeks, hollow coughs and
lustreless eyes into the great world OF New
York; and a. they stagger along, from
ins,'iiion, no; knowing nor caring whittier
they go. Would it not be folly in such
TO profane their souls by praying, Lead
vs. no. into temptation" attaching to il
the meaning the plethoric Of the world
do. To such, theft is not a crime. Ma.
ture urges them 10 live; and they have
the sams right to existence as we, the
favored II tune, have.
my child; My child J" cred the now
sobbing mother. rs she left, with bound,
her husbands side, and kneelirg by the
! couch Of the little one, smiling in its sleep
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