Literary cadet, and Saturday evening bulletin. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1826-1827, 1826-08-19

sir; I lived for two months, before I came
here, with an excellent ladyW Here the
young creature with difficulty suppressed
starting tear. "On what account" said ],
did you quit so good lady!" "Bccause
she died suddenlym On saying these
words, she turned away, and left me, wi
ping her eyes.
just at that momont, poor woman tap
ped gently at the glass door Of the room
which opened into the street. The girl
turned about; and seeing the woman, ran
to the door, which she half opened Per-
ceiving that she was beggar, very big with
child, and seemingly much fatigued, she
gave her some money; asked her to rest
herself; took her kindly by the hand, and
led her to chair as distant as possible
from that part of the room where was
sitting. She then fetched her some bread,
and entered into conversation with her.
The poor woman told her, that she was on
the point Of lying in, and was in want of
every necessary for herself and child. She
particularly lamented the want of petit
coat, her own being miserably in tatters.
go DEAR" said the girl, "my mistress has |
don't know how many; I will ask her to give
you one. Wait here till come back. -
Away she ran, but was absent near quar-
ter of an hour; and when, at length, she re-
turned, she was half undressed. for she had
taken other Sunday dress, new printed
calico petticoat, which perceived folded
up under her arm. She wore only a body
ofa gown, with her under-petticoat, which
was old and full Of patches; and is, in fact,
the identical green petticoat that has SO
much excited your astonishment.
Valcour at this part of Molten's story,
feeling strongly interested, turned tender
look toward the lady, who blushed, while she
smiled; for she perceived that her husband
was speaking ofherself. Molten continued
his narration.
"Nothing," said he, "more contributes to
the establishment of handsome face than
benevolent soul. This young girl, whom
l had, in her Sunday dress, merely thought
pretty, appeared to me an angelic creature,
in this old green petticoat Going up to
the woman--"Here," said she, "is petit
coat for you" "But this petticoat is your
own," cried the woman; "you had it on just
now" "Take it, nevertheless" "Your
mistress then, has refused to give me onep
CIC udo1 lIuSCus Uut tdhC tHlS H us
tresses me, to strip you Oft !" "I give it
you most cheerlully p' "God will, trust,
reward your charity ~ "Where do you
I've" In WiIliam-street, next door to
the grocer" cit is well when have
time, will come and see you, but, 60 away
now, for my mistress is coming"
l lost not word ofthis dialogue, though
the girl carried it on in whisper. pre-
tended to be smoking all the time, without
appearing to take any notice of what was
passing between them. The poor woman
departed, taking with her the printed petit
coat; and, at the same instant, the mistress
made her appearance. She was large
woman, about thirty years Of age, very
much dressed for the morning She was
loaded with strings of pearls, and hand
some robe, with great gold chain about
her neck. She had sullen cast of coun-
tenance, and an insolent air of vulgar i'm
portance. The gill, perceivine her mis-
tress, attempted to get away by another
door; but she called her back, and giving
her some directions, soon fixed her eye on
the GREEN PETTICoAT. "What have you
there?" said she, in a shrill note ;-Ts
that dress for Sunday! God forgive me!
you are quite undressed. Pray what is
the meaning of this; just at the time, too,
when you might expect the house full of
company' Are you mad! will you give me
an answer?" "Madam!" Dwell, Ma
initiating her-"why have you ta-
ken off your clothes?" "Madam!" "WelI,
90 on! what does all this mean?" Each of
these questions was pronounced by the
mistress with increasing animation; and,
raising her voice in proportion, the poor
girl, entirely disconnected renamed mo-
tionless and silent. Her mistress losing
all patience advanced towards her, and,
giving her box on the ear-"Idoot" said
she, "go and dress yourselfagain!" "My
dear Madam" said the poor little thing,
"that is not in my power" "How,
saucebox" "Forgive me, Madam, but
l have given away my calico petticoat; and
have only this left" "What nonsense is
that! you saucy, brazenfaced, impude mt
liar"
could no longer contain myself:-"She
does not advance any falsehood," said l.,
addressing myself to the lady. "She had
compassion on poor wretch, who is rea-
dy to lie in, and gave her the petticoat; an
act Of humanity which, surely, Madam,
you cannot but approve! Would you not
have done the same yonrselfi" This
question animated the countenance of the