The day book. [volume] (Norfolk, Va.) 1857-1867, 1858-03-12

DE not sell that, Sir.--One thing-that
ono thing allow me to keep as memen-
to of my dear mother
The Auctiuncer hcstated moment,
and looked at the landlord to see what
Ills response would be to the demand of
the child. lie replied not, either by
word, OF sigu; and the Hateful relic was
struck of to solitary bidder.
Still, sweet word fell Oh the ear of
| the child from whom hellnew not-and
yet it was like {, spell to his heart He
gazcd y moment at the speaker
lie saw that he was stranger and yet
the kind look which he gave him, assured
him that he was not stranger to HI F..
man ty. And this man too was the pur-
chaser Of the likeness! Happy thought
Edwin, am | that it has fallen into no
worse handsr
Noble YOUTH cried the purchaser,
Il am not going to rob you of this pic
turc, for ! see that it is to You invalua-
be
In the mean time, the young man had
been gazing at the pale countenance of
Eloira, and rejecting on the probable
causes of her suiierings and the necessity
which had occasioned the sale of the last
relics of her mott ers furniture
After the people had dispersed, this
young mar, whose name was Beaufort,
leaving the picture in charge of Edwin,
said that he would call again in q short
tine.
The children were then ordered to de-
part from the house; Elora, conducting
them into the street, not knowing with
er to 60, CT how to dispose of her little
orphan charge. The tears came in her
eyes as she wandered onward from street
t. street; and as. now and thcn,a passer-
by gazed at her inquisitively walking
still as in pursuit Of nothing-,ls indeed
she was since she had nothing to pursue !
Edwin still retained the sacred likeness
Of bis mother, and gazad at it as if he
longed once more TO see ner. whom it so
truly represented; whilst Freddy only
looked up to his sister and said: ''Sistcr
what makes yoa cry"
At this moment an old lady met the
three wanderers and inquired of Eloira,
if she was the young lady whose moth
ers's furniture had been sold that day?
Yes said Eloira, Il am; and now l
wander about without house or home,
and yet | would not care, but for these
little ones, who Fave had nothing to eat
since morning and no home to 80 to, and
get something
well, sail the OLD lady, ego with
me-
Eloira, with still more copious flow
Of tears. gratefully accepted of her offer,
and with her little charge, went with the
lady to her home.
Having retired to the room assigned
them, they were surprised to see so many
Of the articles belonging to their moth
er, and which had been sold at the auc-
ton that very day!
The next morning. said Eloira to the
hostess-"how does it happen that find
in our room so many articles Of my late
mothers furniture p
Said she, what thou knowest not now
thou shalt know hereafterp
'Ah! then you mean to say that the
Lord has done it,
He does every thing my child
Every thing that is good you mean?'
He does you good, and hope he al
ways will
Eloira was as onished but az she could
get no information from the old lady, she
thought it best to make no further inqui-
rieB.
She now resumed her needle work,
and was enabled at all times to provide
e. b,r,,lf "a lnc ,ln+
needed; Edwin frequently contributing
to their comfort by his addition to the
purse, out of his own, proceeds arising
from the vending of newspapers and pc
riodicas.
The young man made his appearance
no more; and Eloira presumed that he
had left the city after having, as she
conectured, sent the old lady to take
her and hers into her house. oh how
kind was he,' said size thus to pick us up
from the street! Would that l could make
him some return.'
Hardly hal she uttered these words,
one day when voice responded, You
CAM
Instantly the young man WAS before
hcli--ana in a short tim the return WAS
made, for the lovely Eloira became Ju-
Ian Beaulort's bride, and her brothers his
pro'eges.
Long John Wontworth's mode of ward
ing off blows aimed at his left shoulder.
with heavy hickory cane, is unique if
not original. In his account of the at
taos made upon him. he says in his pa
per, the Chicago Democrat. We ward
ded off the first blow with cur head
This reminds us Of the famous narrative
given by John PhcniX Of his fight with
the Judge, into whose mouth he inserted
his nose forthe purpose of holding him
down.
Pretty girls have fallen in price. The