Litchfield enquirer., 1859-02-17
A TOUCHING LETTER.
|" One more unfortunate, Gone to her death,"

On Tuesday morning, in Cincinnati a house of ill-fame was destroyed by fire. All the il- mates but one barely escaped with their lives, having lost all their effects. A young man, | lodging in the house had his leg broken by be- ing thrown from second story window to the ground. The landlady with more presence of mind than discretion, rushed into his apart mont, and dropped him to the pavement be- meath, as he was engaged in throwing out the ! furniture.
 After the flames had been subdued, young woman named Josephine Ellison could not be found, ard immediate search was instituted, when the body of that unfortunate girl was discovered in the rear building blackened and scorched by the heat, and perfectly lifeless. Her death was caused by the inhalation of smoke and frc-her position and appearance evncing that she had struggled hard, but vainIy, to obtain an egress from the building, and elude her dreadful death. The following affecting fragment was picked up, as we learn from Wednesdays Commercial, in one of the rooms, and is supposed to have been written by the poor girl who perished in the flames TUESDAY MoRNING.-O, home magical, all powerful word, Home Oft have wish- ed for home, one that 1 could return to af- ter loEg absence, when, as now, wearied and perplexed with many cares of this cold world, 1 could find retirement there, and be welcom- ed by kind friends-be greeted by those I have known in innocent childhood. But alas these joys are not for me. 1 have heard oth- i CTS talk of their pretty homes and aristocratic palaces, but 1 wish not for those, nor could wish for proud palace for my home, only for an humble one yet 1 have not this.
 have never known kind fathers or moth- CTS care, sisters or brothers love. These have all been lost to me. My infant steps were not guarded by mothers hand, or my infant lips taught by gentle mothers voice to lisp prayer to God. am all alone, with out friend in the world for 1 have placed an iDsurnountable barrier between me and all that is good and pure. can never associate with those who are respected and esteemed. My home is in the vile haunts of the aban- doned-my companions are the depraved ones whose vices are mingled with oaths.
 Oftimes have heard others say this is gay life, with all its hcllish excitement and all it's would-be luxnriousness, but God has said, The wages of sin is death." They do not th nk, that when they come to die, poor, for saken outcasts, without friend-for when their beauty has faded and their health is gone, even their wild companions will forsake them, and leave them to die in the hospital and be buried in the Potter's Field It makes me wretched to think that this may soon be my fate 9-f A few more short years, and will be for gotten by those who now call themselves my friends, but l would give uought for their friendship. Too often have seen the look of pity mingled with scorn cast upon mo by those who think me far beneath them. They, too, have often laid their heads upon my breast and swore by the God that gave them life, that they loved me but little do they know how regarded their oaths. eaS have met kind and generous men who I have liked very much yet when think un- der what circumstances have met them, cannot think of them with a pleasant thought, but remember them with bitter feeling,
 which makes me miserable. I shall soon leave this place, and hope to ind home where
 will be more happy, and will try to forget ma ny things, and look upward to put my trust in "my Father which is in Heaven" and he will not desert me, although earthly friends may vanish like the dew before the morning sun. ! | IAPANEsE MIcs1oN Iopon so 1npr