Litchfield enquirer., 1833-12-26
RosANNA, THE UGLY ONE.

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h. RosANNA, THE UGLY ONE.
! But look then, said Mrs. Moore, to he.
husband, how ugly that little one is. Is
she not, William Z .s..s. ..s.s.IJ En- 4,.
And Mr.. Moore, who was sitting ia q
rocking chair, amusing himself with pokins
the FIRE, laid dewn the tongs he held and
IgFavely answered his wife, =. o''
But, my dear, you have already said Sc
one hundred times, and were you to say il
one hundred times more, Rose would moi
become less ugly for your saying su.'
Rosanna was little girl of about four-
teen. She was their only child, and to do
her mother Justice, was really very dgly-
nay, almost revolving, with her little grey
eyes, fiat nose, large mouth, thick protru-
ding fps, red hair, and above all, form
remarkably awry. se.... Nh. .,sess ...-
Rose was, then, very ugly-but she was
a sweet girl, nevertheless. Kind and intel
ligent, she possessed mind of the highest
order. Nature seemed to have corhpensa-
ted her with every good quality Of the heart
for the want Of every beauty Of person.
The poor little thing was profoundly
hurt, as she listened to her mothers obser-
walton. 'Oh you little fright, you will
never get husband 1.s.,,s.,.
Eight o'clock struck; Mrs. Moore was
sorely vexed. ...
| go to bed, Rosanna.' ~a .8
Trembling the little girl approached her
mother to give her the kiss of good night!
cts useless, you little monster said
her mother.
A tear rolled from the little ones eye
She hastily wiped it AWAY, and turning e
her father, presented him the yet humi'
cheek. .S g..gi @ .as..s...1a
He kissed her, tendcrIy. 9 n
} + am not altogether miserabie,' shj
mnrmured, leaving the room.
Retired to her chamber, she commenced
embroiderihg scarf, and worked thus par
Of the night, for she desired to be able L
present It to her mother when she rose u
the morning.
T The clock struck twelve. She had jus
finished, and putting it by. the little CIR
calmly resigned herself 10 rest. Her re-
pose was undisturbed.
i On the morrow Rose presented the scarf
to her mother. What was the pain the lit
tie one experienced, when her mother re-
ceived it coldly, and expressed none Of
those tender sentiments which were 10 have
been the sweet little ones reward.
Her eyes, by chance, glanced over a
neighboring mirror. 'o
Yes she said, internally, I am ugly
they are right and she sought in he'
young head 10 find remedy for Ugliness.
And then i'm the world--new pangs
wounded the little ugly ones heart. "A
FIRST impression alienated all the young girls
of her own age-but she was SO good, 50
amiable, SO amusing, that they approached,
then listened, and then loved her. Now,
indeed, our little one was happy.
One day Mr.. Moore went home in vi
client passion, and became, in consequence
Eof some rifing prevarication, highly incen-
sed against his wife. Their domestic fell
city was troubled for eight long days-foI
eight long days Mrs. Moore was continual.
~ crying. Rosanna in vain racked hel
young brains TO discover why--bui hel
father still continued angry, and her atOth'
or was sill continually weeping. Az las
she reflected in her mind how to reconcil,
them. #t49 fs
They we're an three seated IN the par
for-Mr. Moore was arranging the fire.
when this was concluded, he threw thu
longs from. him, snatehed book from The
mantel, and opened il abruptly but afie'
a moments perusal, he closedit again, 10
violent humor, cast fiery glance at his
trembling wife, and hurriedly rose from mss
chair. !. .w,
Rosanna, deeply moved, clasped hel
arms about his neck, as he was about 20 rise,
and affectioDately caressed him. He could
not reject her innocent coaxing, and the lit'
tie Girl thinking she bad succeeded in touch
| ing his heart, took.in her hands the mois.