The Lambertville press. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1858-1???, 1859-01-20

came intoxicated, and when his money was all
spent, then the tender hearted rumseller turned
him out in the raging storm to perish.
He was buried, and the broken hearted wife
returned to her desolate home with her father
less child.
Once she had friends or those who called
themselves such-but now they are all gone,
and she is left alone to struggle with her pow
erty. Sorrow and toll have destroyed her
health, and it is with difficulty she can bear the
cares of life. For while she labors, and gains
merely enough to save from starvation; but
then frail nature gives way, and she can toll no
longer The last piece Of bread has been given
to her lovely child the last bit Of fuel has been
added to the scanty fire. See her anxious, her
sorrowfnl look, when her little boy says, Ma
ma, am so cold and so hungry" How ten
defy she wraps him in her thin and tattered
shawl, and crouches over the dying embers. -
Her own limbs are already shaking, and becom-
ing stiff with the cold but she heeds it not.
Can it be that her darling boy must perish with
cold and hunger? Now hear him plead so
earnestly for little bread Please mama I'm
so hungry" Dear child, mama has not crumb
to give you, and she too is very hungry.
He nestles closely on her BOSOM and tries to
sleep, bat alas he cannot. Please, mama,
give me three grains of corn, for there is such a
gnawing on my heart, that it makes my breath
come short. Only three grains of corn, it will
last till morning only three grains, mama.
But all she cannot even grant this last request.
She clasps him to her bosom, and oh +! how cold
his little limbs! How quickly and feebly comes
his breath His voice is growing faint, and
still he pleads for only three grains Of corn !;
fainter, three grains Of corn; fainter STILL only
three grains, three grains, mama She feels a
shudder she knows her child is dying and oh :!
that she could see his face once more. But not
even candle does she possess, and the last
CLEAN Of light has fed from the dying embers.
She presses her lips to his icy cheeks, heaves a
sigh, and all is still.
Next morning the sun darted through the
windows Of that lonely garnet, and danced with
unusual brightness upon each dilapidated piece
of furniture, as if to mock it with its former
brightness Now it is playing upon the fea-
lures of that dead child. 1t seems as though
some struggling beam had wandered from his
place. to visit such scene as this.
Some time elapsed, and humble female ven.
some needy creatures. In one of her visits she
learned Of the deep poverty of this poor wo-
man. She found her way to her dwelling, and
what shudder passed through her frame as
the mother, clasping her dead child to her DO
son. unconscious of the desolation around her
She seemed to have taken her flight to the
spirit land.
Mrs. B. called for assistance, and upon inves-
tigation, they found that life was not extinct in
the mother. They applied restoratives, and
presently life came back, her cheeks flushed and
her eyes opened. She revived long enough tc
relate the above touching account of the death
of her child All what CLEAN Of JOY lighted
up her face when assured that he should be
buried by tender hands She wept her thanks,
pointed toward Heaven, heayed sigh, and she
too was dead, yes, dead really starved to
death.
Friends Of humanity, awake Beware, lest
there be some such cases even in your midst.
Arise to action, Let pity incite to deeds OF
kindness. Think Of your comforts and Injuries,
then Of others poverty and sorrow, and remem-
Der that it is more blessed to give than to
receive