COLLECTANEA.

A TRUE SKETCH.
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1t was one OF the coldest nights Of the sea-
son. The wind blew with remorseless vio-
lence. Aunt Eunice was herself jill. and
begged | would step up and see how the
poor 'yoman was. I entered the habitation.
1t was posr shelter.-The pale NOON
beams played on the ncor thro' the chinks.
and the wind whstled through the broken
windows. On the bed, pale and emaciatcd
with fever, lay the poor woman. Ii cra-
die, by the side of bed, wrapped in sim
gle rug, slept an infant, and in a corner, over
small fire, sat little boy about five years
old.-.There wa3 no other being in the house
no friend to soothe her distress--no nurse
to moisten her burning lips with drop Of
water. Poverty has few allurements; sick
ness has none; and prudery and uncharita-
bleness readily availed themselves of the
frailties of the poor sufferer, to excuse their
neglect.


I stepped out to procure a loaf Of bread
for the children; l was not long gone. and
on returning to the door, the sound of a foot
step on the foor told me that somebody was
within. 0 1t was pleasant sight Ayoung
female friend. whose genius is not unknown
to her literary cquaintance-whose virtues
and amable disposition, combined with q
peculiar agreeableness of manners, render
ed her beloved as extensively as she is known.
had preferred to the gay scenes of mirth, or
the charms of a powell. lone and uncstenta-
tous visit to the house of poverty and the
bed of sickness. Like an angel of mercy.
she was administering to the comfort of the
poor woman and her infant. / have seen
the assemblies OF the great-I have seen wo-
men glowing with beauty-arrayed in tho
richest attractions of dress, whose charms
were heightened by the ''pride. and pomp.
and circumstance" of "elegant conviviali-
ty." A lovely woman in such scene, ire
sistibly commands our admiration.-But a.
lone, at the bed of poverty and sickness, she
appears more than human--l would not be
impius, but she seems almost divine.