Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1870-12-30

ter we all died than that. Oh, God, how
could you, the mother that bore her, and
not have killed her rather - Then in
wild frenzy of horror and anger, thinking
his strength had returned to him, he had
leaped up and fallen on his wife, with the
piece of iron, thinking it hotter they al
had died than that; but found himself toe
weak.
| "No, sir" he said to me, don't tell me
| about God, or His book; only fetch me
my child, my little Nelly-it may not be
too late-tbat may see her before I die
and know that it is not too late"
He was right 1 left him kneeline al
his wife's side, although it was g last Of
fort; got medical advice and trife OF
food, and promising to return, set off on
my errand. got woman from the house
to accompany me to identify the girl,
and found policeman to direct Us in
our inquiries. We visited every house
in the neighborhood, and every den
where there Was a chance OF poor, ragged
girl being found, but without success.
We then took each street and alley within
| circuit of three miles. and wandered
about till evening waned into night, till
night waxed into midnight. and the pale
moon glared out In sickly halo through
qalckly-drlttlng Gusty clouds, and stars
CLEANED far off i'll the depth behind the
clouds. Farther yet We traVersed, aud the
night grew Oh till passing along d deserte q
street We came to great and fine build
ing dedicated TO foreign mjssions-a
glorious monument of the benevolent ine
terest We take in the welfare Of the
heatbens who dwell where Afric-s sunny
fountains run down her golden sands.
There, crouched On the steps, numbed
with cold, and asleep from sheer eXuaus-
ton. was the poor English child We
sought Thank God, it was not too late
The wolf in the girls face, her van and
frightened looks, and the poor rags that
clad her, were her surcst protection from
evil. We fed Ter irst, there in the street,
for bad bought a iittls bread before the
shops closed, and put it IL my pocket VITA
small flask Of brandy. S1s ate raven
ously, tearing her food like prey, and
cycling it with the cagernes8 of Z wild
beast-yet not her, gentle little tAing-it
was the wolf. And wien she hal taken as
much as We deemed prudent to allow her,
We brought her home in the middle OF the
night. If ever l saw devout thankfulnees
ard supreme gratitude tn the Father IN
Heaven depicted on any human beings
face L saw it in that poor mans a. he lay
dying with bis head resting on nely's lap,
the only pillow he had or wished for.
II thought" he said, ''my last sin
beating her-but didn't know what die,
and He knows what I've snffered-kiss mo
again, Jane-wOuld never be forgiven nae.
Then, after you were gone. it came into
my mind if could only see my little Nelly
safe, before [ went home. I should take it
for sign. God bless yon, sir"
1.-THE Lord is very pitfp, and OF tender
said.
"W'll He see they don't die OF want p
he asked, with great aud earnest effort
Il am sure He will, replied ''an1 /
will be His servant to do His will. He
closed his eyes, and murmured, as it we've,
in a sleep
every pitiful, and Of tender mercy 2"
And when he opened them again in spirit.
it was where they shall hunger 10 more,
neither thirst any more, and where God
shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.
The night was past. and it was aybreak,
ana the sun shone IN upon the room rs [
left them alone with their dead
1 buried him. And they did not want.
My wealthy parishioners are always ready
to give money to thrilling case OF eggra-
waited distress but sadly lax to prevent the
occurrence of such cases by lack OF per
sonal knowledge of the poor. Monetary
help in plenty is poured IN from all sources
in answer to newspaper appeals. "Reief''
is the honester word for it relieves :h3
conscences of the givers By deluding them
thai thereby they escape their duty loI
their kind.