The Sun.
London, England, 1837-09-16 00:00:00

for
_a t having
the remotest idea that it was the voice of
Pz 3 r, she really believed that some one had been taken
, ,elletTand the notion of convulsions, blended with the recol-
lection of Henrietta's sickly
appearance took possession of
her
fancy.o She determined, however to enter ; but turned
Le t .1; with a very nervous hand,—and on beholding the
scene which 'Lc
opening door displayed, felt startler), awed,
and uncert. • atn whether to advance or retreat.
" She i
indica iate.l y met Ilenrietta's eye, which turned to-
wardsOce her as she opened the door, end its expression at
n
explained the nature of the ceremony she so unex-
Pectedly witnessed. Contempt and bitter scorn shot from
It. as she slowly turned it towards her father ; and a smile
of pity succeeded, as she mournfully shook her head, when,
for
a moment she fixed her glance upon the figure of Fanny."
The following precious sample of the charity of the
elect • •
Is in keeping with the passage already quoted.
The lady, whose missionary labours it records, has
just been' numbered among the Saints by the pious
Vicar, and appointed collector of the donations of the
charitable. She subsequently disappears from the
3:ene—having experienced at the hands of the ghostly
pasi;ir a most matter-of-fact maternal realization of
serapi2ic love between a pair of susceptible male and
female sa;nts
You nasty abominable woman, you !" These were the
first words which distinctly reached them ; " you nasty un-
tidy creature ! look at the soap-suds, do, all splashed out
upon the ground ! Hew can you expect a Christian lady,
who is the principal person, in the parish, to come and look
after your nasty dirty soul, yo:' untidy pig you ?"
" Lord love you, my lady ! downright unpossible to
keep one little room neat and fit fur ti.e like of you, when I
halo the washing of three families to do in it—the Lord be
Praised for it !—and to cook my husband's bit of dinner, and
let three little ones crawl about in it, besides.'
" Stuff and nonsense !" responded the principal person in
thevillage ; " whoever heard of washing making veople
dirty ? Look here—put out your hand, can't you ? Ism
sure T shall come no nearer to you and your tub. Take
these three tracts, and take care you expound them to
tour husband ; and remember that you are to bring them
back again in one month without a single speck of dirt upon
there,
You be sent by the new Vicar, beant - you, Madame
Si
Roson ?" inquired the woman.
" Sent, woman ? I don't know what you mean by sent.'
4% a friend and joint-labourer with Mr. Cartwright in the
vineyard of the Lord, I am come to take your soul out of
the nethermost pit ; but if you will persist in going on
soaping end rubbing at that rate, instead of listening to me,
I don't see that you have any more chance of salvation than
Your black kettle there. Mercy on me ! I shall catch my
death of cold lucre ! Tell me at once, do you undertake to
"Pound these tracts to your husband ?"
" Dear me! no, my Lady ; I was brought. up altogether
to the washing line.'
" What has that to do with it, you stupid sinner? I
can't stay any longer in this horrid, damp, windy hole ; but
take care that you expound, for I insist upon it ; and if
You don't, you may depend upon it Mr. Cartwright won't
give you one penny of the sacrament money."•
So skrin,g, the pious lady turned away and opened the
door upon Miss Torrington and Helen.
"Conscious, perhaps, that her Christian duty had not been
Performed so lady-like a manner as it might have been,
had she known that any portion of the Park family were
within hearing;• the principal person in the village started
and coloured at seeing them ; but, aware how greatly she
had outrun the tuvo young ladies in the heavenly race, she
Immediately recover,'d herself, and said,
" I 'am afraid, young ladies, that your errand here is not
the same as mine. Betty Thomas. is a poor sinful creature,
and I hope you are not going to give her money till she is
reported elect, Miss tlcrwbray ? It will really be no less
than a sin against the Holy Ghost if you do.'
" ' She has a sick child, Mrs. Simpson,' replied Helen,
'and I am going to give her inoney to buy what will make
broth for it.'
" Helen then entered the room, made her inquiries for
the little sufferer, and putting her donation into sinful Betty
Thomas's
soapy hand, returned to Mrs. Simpson and Rosa-
lind, who remained conversing at the door."
Were we to overlook the purport of this novel, and
make some allowance for an unfeminine coarseness of
expression, we most class
it among the cleverest. pro-
ductions that has appeared this season. It is embel-
lished with nine plates.