Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1863-12-16
For the Newsdealer.
NOTES BX yHE WAY-SIDE.


of Seven, as emerged from the door
way of house where | had passed the
long hours of the night at the sick bed of
friend. drew my cloak around me-
tied my "Nubia" tight over my ears, and
proceeded along the comparatively silent
street to my boarding-place few blocks
distant | walked briskly along, watch
ing the various shopmen, as one after
another they removed the shutters, and
rearranged for the days display, the va
rious articles of fnerey which their win
dows contained; but they failed to inter-
est, and my eyes wandered off to the dis
tance. where through the bright autumn
foliage, l caught glimpses of the noble
old stone mansions aud palaces of the
rich and noble, surrounded by their ex-
tensive parks where among the many tint
ed leaves which strewed the turf, the gen.
tie deer, just opening their bright eyes
to greet the morning sported and gambol-
ed among the flowers. and sunshine; |
felt in heart the STRINGS of envy. and |
wondered, could Paradise have been more
sweetly beautiful when between me and
my fairy vision loomed up the Court
House and I noticed that there had al
ready begun to assemble, crowds of men
eager to hear every iota of the impending
trial of man for the murder of a0om-
an and three children. This doomed
mans home was in one of those same
princely palaces wealth rolled in
streams at his fect,-but alas, even into
Eden, sin entered. and left his Shiny
trail on every shrub and flower, even SO
into the beautiful home of the rich man
the Devil entered, and he fell
Shudderingly | turned away, and my
eye fell upon the dark robed form of a
sister of charity" just emerging from
one of those low white. washed cottages
which are thickly interspersed over the
city. and which are inhabited by the
more respectable class of the poor, and
whose low humble walls in contrast with
the homes before mentioned, seem to
whisper distinctly in ones ear the words
of our Lord, 1.-The poor ye have always
with you" AS she passed me, I looked
in her face, almost expecting to sec CLEANS
Of celestial glory encircling her, butt saw
only the faded brow bound round by the
white 'kerchief and the black veil and
gown of her order, and from my inmost
heart said "God bless thee, Sister of
Charity" Roman Catholic though they
are, | would give honor to whom honor
is due, and believe hearts true and wom-
anly, beat in their breasts, prompting to
deeds at which angels might not blush ;
entering the chambers of sickness, and
pestilence, moistening the fever,sh lips,
and aching brow, in silence closing the
eyes of the dead, raising the languid
head-their presence falson many bearths
like sunshine on the walls of a prison.
Blessed are the +" Sisters of Charity"
Though ] speak with the tongues of
men. and of angels, and have not cha'I'
IT,; am become as sounding brass and
tinkliug cymbal" '.."at
IL cannot cat it Mother, it isn't good.
but am very hungry. am" turned
ia the direction from which the voice pro-
ceeded, and saw that it came through the
broken panes of q low cellar window at
my feet, and soft trembling voice an
swered well, my angel. if Toronto will af-
ford bread. you shall have it,; the door
opened. and woman ascended the stairs
leading to the street, and passed me
quickly; few steps down the walk, |
saw her stop before the open windows of
9 bakers shop and taking a loaf of bread
tnrned to retracc her steps, when the
heavy hand of policeman fell upon her
shoulder. She dropped the loaf as the
cold voice fell upon her ear. "well done,
my bird, but you arc caught" VI ''3
20 sir she exclaimed ~ am no theft,
but | had 20 money, and my child is
starving for want Of food, | do pray you
for Gods sake let me Co." '"o' '''N
lie replied sarcasticaBy "No doubt
Madam your story is true, such tales us.
ually are, presume, bpt will wave all