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A Boy’s Appeal to the Lord Mayor.

The dutiei of the Lord Mayor are onerous and varied, bat it is seldom that a chief magistrate has received a more singular application than the following, which reached the Lord Mayor lost week from a lad in America:—“ June 12.—Kind friend —I thought I would write you a few lines and ask a favor of you, as I am alone in America. I have a father and mother in England, besides the remainder of my friends. Kind friend, I would like to ask you if you would please try and find some of them for mo. My mother’s name is Esther ——, and my father's Thomas. I was their only child, and when I was ten or eleven years old my father used to get drnnk and beat my mother and me. We were living in Poplar then, but my mother ran away from him and went to Bow, end left me with him. I stayed with him for two or three months, and he told me I had better go to work and not go to school I tried to get work, but I could not, and when he came home I told him, but he was drunk, and he beat me till I was black and blue, I left him the next day, and wandered away I don’t know where. I went to a baker’s shop and stole some rolls. The baker had me arrested, and I was sent to the Middlesex Industrial School. 1 stayed there about eighteen months, and they sent me to Canada, and I worked on a farm for two years. I left and came on here. I have earned my living selling papers and blacking shoes, but I have started to learn a trade, and I think I will be able to save some money after a while, and pay for the trouble I am putting you to. My father was a stove* dore in the docks, and the men used to call him‘Corporal ’ for a nickname. I had an Uncle Charley and AnntCarry. My grandfather used to drive a cab, and he was lame in one of his legs. They nsed to live in a house by the side of a graveyard in Hackney. I had also an Uncle Tom, but he got drowned on board Her Majesty’s ship Eurydice. King Friend, this is all I have to ask of you, and I think you will be kind enough to help a poor orphan boy, so I remain yours truly, Thomas , P.B.—May the Lord in Heaven bless you for yonr kindness.—To the Lord Mayor, London.” On the receipt of this letter the Lord Mayor requested the City police to try and find the lad’s friends, through the few clues given by him, and it ia satisfactory to state that after two days search by an experienced detective, the family were found in the East-end of London. The father had died since the lad had lefthome, and the boy himself had beengiven up as irretrievably lost. _ The joy of the mother and his other relations at the tidings of his safety was, according to the report of the police, touching to witness, and the Lord Mayor lost no time in writing to the lad in giving him the addresses of his friends.

Birds of a feather frequently flock to gaol together. The man who always pays down is never called upon to pay up.

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A Boy’s Appeal to the Lord Mayor., Evening Star, Issue 8009, 11 September 1889

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A Boy’s Appeal to the Lord Mayor. Evening Star, Issue 8009, 11 September 1889

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