THE SICK WIDOW.
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Sweet at every time is benefit, hut with surprise. Whilst person of cxalt- ing rank was passing one morning, early, unknown and quite alorr. through one of the suburbs of Vicna, a youth, appa- rently about twelve years of age, accos'- ed him, who with downcnst and fearful eyes, and with timid and desponGing voice, began 10 ask some relief. The gcnteel air, tho composed hearing, the blush that colored his face, the suppress ed tears which bcdimed his eyes. and the fu!tering and broken accents of his voice, made on the mind of this gentle man veey livc'y impression.

 "You have nol,' said he, been born to ask alms-what is it that has brough, you 10 ,his''

 "Ah vas no, certainly born,,' repli- cd the youth with a sigh accompanied with tears, "in this miserable condition. The mislortunes of my father, and the present unhappy state Of my mother for ced me to it."

 Who is your father |"

 "He was merchant who had already acquired some credit. and had begun to make n fortune, when one of his cores Pondcnts entirely ruined him at enc blow. To heighten our misforiunes, he was un> able 10 survive hs disgrace, and in con- sequence died month after with bro, ken heart. My mother, a younger broth CT, and are left in extreme misery. l have found shelter with friend sf my father. My mother has struggled hilh- erto by her labors to support herself and my li,,le brother, but this night she has been suddenly seized by a violcn, mala- dy, which makes me fear for her life. ] am destitute of everything. lam totally unprovided with money, and I cannot succor her. Unaccus,Omed to beg, ! , have no, courage to present myself to any one who can recognise me. You, l sIgnor, seem 10 me straHger-betore you for the first time have taken cour, age to overcome the shame which I feel. Oh. have pity on my unhappy mother and enable me. cnireat thee. to obtain, the means of relieving her." Having l thus spoken. he burst into flood oflears. at which the unknown parsonage felt himself greatly moved. ..... "Does your molher." said he, live far from Ihis 2.

 "Sho is." answered the youth, "at tho end of the street, in the fa,herest house tO the left, on ihe third s,reei.'

 "tIas any physician as yet visited hers'

 "I was just gOing in search of one, bu' know neither how to reeompense him