The Massachusetts spy, and Worcester County advertiser. [volume] ([Worcester, Mass.]) 1825-1831, 1826-07-12


agined. Mrs. Abigail's grand object il
adopting the little girl was, that sht
might Train up somebody to love her
and, having heard that you may teach
child any thing, she thought, by taking
one so young, she should be sure t6
succeed in her design. Accordingly, she
resolved 10 instil il into her youthful
mind, as her highest duty, TO love her
benetactress; and she, did not fail, by
reiterated Instructions, 10 give the child
TO understand that, for every thing she
eat and wore and played with, she was
indebted TO her alone Now it was a
little strange that, after sixty years. ex-
Perience, this good lady did not know
any better way vi securing her object,
than that she should imagine that SO
Ucry small sacrifice as that of giving
out little money from an ample store,
would alone procure so Invaluable a
blessing as that of the affections of fell
low creature.
Children are excellent physioguo-
mists; and little Mary soon learnt 10
whom TO apply for any assistance or
sympathy in her play; and she never
failed, when she was tired or sleepy, TO
run and lay her head on Mrs. Dorothy's
lap. 1t happened, not unfrequently.
that she was very noisy in her mirth;
so much so that, to use her own express.
ion, "it absolutely went through and
through Mrs. Abigail's head - and
even Mrs. Dorothy's did not escape with
impunity. Now, on these and similar
occasions, when her patience was quite
exhausted, (Which generally happened
pretty early Mrs. Abigail would begin
10 scold; but, in spite of this, and off
Mrs. Dorothy's repeated admonitions of
" softly softly! my little dear.'' the
little dear would continue romEing a.
bout, ill she got such trimming from
Mrs. Abigail, as made her cry sadly,
aud wish her own mamma would come
again. When the storm was oyer. the
old lady often relented and, troting 10
her china closet, she would tske a
sweet queen cake or macaroon, farti-
cles on which she placed her chid de-
pendence in the management o. the
child, and hold it out TO her with be-
neficent smile, which seemed TO saw.
g sure you must love me now.'' On
one of these occasions, as soon az Mary
had devoured the bribe, she called her
saying, "come hitler, my dear, come
10 me, and tell me now, don't you love
me % Retaining lively remembrance
of her recent scolding, the child hesitat-
ed; and, on the question being repeat
ed, she answered, No.
"Then you are the most ungrateful
little creature that ever WASP exclaim-
ed the old lady, g and you may take
that for your pains" So saying, she
gave her smart box on the ear Mary
ran off roaring, and hid her face in Mrs.
Dorothy's lap. Mrs. Dorothy, know
ing that would not do, raised her up,
saying
go. now, you are very naughty lit
tie Miss What, not love poor Mrs.
Abigail, that gives you SO many pretty
things, and such nice cakes o fe +! /
am quite ashamed of you! Sure you
love her, don't you"
Il love you, said the child, because
you don't beat me-
"Well, TO be sure,' exclaimed Mrs.
Abigail, there is nothing but ingraii-
tude in this world nothing else; old
and young all alike. Such little crea-
ture as that too, who could have thought
it,"
Thus little Mary had her troubles,
like other people, in the midst of her
apparent prosperity. However, she
had a never-failing friend and soIace in
Mrs. Dorothy and, when they were
alone, she would often throw her little
arms round her neck, and kiss her re-
peatedly, saying
] do love you; do love you very
much, Mrs. Doroty.' In return, Mrs.
Dorothy used to kiss her fondIy, and to
say
"Aud | love you, my darling my
jewel my pretty one ~ never failing
TO add, +" bur you know you must love
poor Mrs. Abigail too, because she is so
good to you, and gives you such nice
things" AT which little Mary used
to slide off her lap, and run away to
play,
One day Mrs. Abigail was taken very
i'll, and could not leave her bed; and
kind-hearted Mrs. Dorothy came down
to breakfast with the tears in her eyes.
What are you crying for p says lit
tie Mary.
Because, my dear, poor Mrs. Abb.
gail is very i'll, and cannet come down
stairs"
Why, then, you know we shall have
nobody TO scold us all day; so why do
you cry for that p said little Mary.
In the sDrino little Mary was attacked