Litchfield enquirer., 1858-03-04

their meals, although scanty, always satisfied, because partaken of with grateful, loving hearts. Father was dead, aud the dearjmoth- er while she performed the double offices of father and mother both, enjoyed an equal n- crease in the affections of her children. But Charles, the eldest of four, when he had reach cd his eighteenth year. bade his mother, broth TT, and two little sisters good-by planted a score of kisses on the cheek of his little Rosa, and with a firm resolve, and bright hopes of the future, started for this western iaad of prom se .-r =Tr a4 Il
 A year after, and his mother, with her re- maining children followed him. When they reached New York, they found themselves nearly pcnniless The two older children soon obtained situations in respectable families in the country, while the mother and the pet daughter still remained in the city. Their home was low emierant boarding house in the vicinity of the Five Points, where they had been taken by an unprincipled runner on their first landing. In place like this, and with such associates as she found here, she soon acquired an appetite for drink, to secure which she at last gave.u every thing surren- derng even her youngest child, ere she had passed her fourteenth summer, to the hands of the spoilcr. Left at this tender and critical age 1ithont mother'e care, she soon found herself close girt by that vice, from whose deadly folds the poor victim could not escape !; and at the close of her sixteenth summer, the second of her shame, the wheel was broken at the cst"rn, and the pitcher at the fountain, and while all that was left on earth of the once innocent and beautiful child, found dis hrp ora tI,o 1ioJt d., ened, went back to its God, 0 woman 1! should thy dead conscience ever live again, how fearfnlly will it uphraid thee !
 Securing the attention of the unfortunate woman 1 informed her that her son had come to take her home with him. Cnrsing him, and showcring her epithetS in unmeasured terms on me, she declared that she could not aud would not be induced by any one to leave her com panions--she intended to live and die among them. Becoming so violent, I saw that per- suasion could avail nothing with her; I took her gently by the cue of her hair, and though attended with considerable difficulty, finally succeeded in getting her into the Institution.
 After waiting some two hours or more her son, who had been to lis hotel, returned. and was delighted with the intelligence that we had secured his mother Anxious to see her at once, l conducted her to the room where she was confined Advancing close to her. he exclaim with considerable fetlng Moth CT, am glad to see you here" To which she replied :" Get out, you dirty brat, yaa are. not my son." For moment he remained si- lent, as if struggling with content,iug emo- tions, when he at length said eff were not your som, I-would not acknowledge gon as my mother" The spirit with which this was spo- ken seemed to touch the heart of the old wo- man. Looking up in manner quite snbdued, she replied: Come, sonny, dou't be angry with granny just sit down here, and let me try yon and see if you be my son." On his
 aking seat by her side,' she continued :- Now, if you are really my son, tell me what was your fathers name 7" ' Charles" he re- piled. She locked inquiringly at him for moment, and then asked What is your mo- ther's name p Catherne,' he answered
 For moment she appeared stupcfed then, as if conviction had found its way to her heart she covered her face with her hands and wept Brushing away her tears, and hitching little closer to him, she said Sonny, let granny try you once more What is yeu brothers name 7" Francis" She looked more be- wildercd than cver What is your sisters name?" Catherine" was the immediate re- ply. Burying her face in her hands, she be- came more excited than before. Finally, over coming her feelings, placing one hand on the kn"e the other on the shoulder of her son, and looking earnestly and bcseechingly ill his face, she said Now, you won't be angry with granny if she tries you once more, will you If you are my son tell me what is your name p Charles, he responded Unsble to control her feelings longer. in a wild, excited manner, she exclaimed What was your other sis ter's name ?" The tears gathering in his eyes, with chs king voice, he answered.: 6 I lad a sister Rosa once 1; but she is. dead now, sand how and where she died, you know better than co" This seen ed the breaking up of loug years of pent-up feelings She writhed as if in intense agony, and buryag her hony fugers in her bloated cheess, the tears triekled thro' them, and dropped upon the floor, until at last she cried ont "I am your mother and you are my son." Then rising and folding her arms abont his neck, she pressed her nnwash- ed face and lips to his, and kissed him with a strange eagerness. The embrace was mutual
 l gazed for few moments perfectly over whelmed at so unusual spectacle, and then left them still weeping in each others arms
 At three o'clock in the afternoon of the next day, the old woman, poorly but neatly clad, and hanging tremblingiy on the arm of her son, was seen leaving the House of Indus try, and vending her way out of the Five Points to take passage in the Stonington boat, for his home in the country. MontHy Record cf the Fee Poiats House of Imdusty. Nasriu a hnndred wears ann Voltaire resided