Rutland herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1823-1847, 1841-09-07

hand. Such a war Of determination did sho
carry on against the intruding PARTICLES, that
nv Trend T.. used 10 say that II must be hard Tor
her TO think of'turnlng to dust
Lucy had no visitors, no companions; and
the only indulgence ofthc old people, which
was sitting on the stoop every pleasant after.
noon, according TO the anclcn, Dutch custom
she never partook. She never went out, ex-
cepting Sunday TO church, and then sho re-
minded mo of one Of those bright pretty low
crs that hang on the grabbed bare stem OF tho
cactus. ! pitied her; her spriug lifo seemed
past away so drearly. My pity was misappli-
cd; and felt II to be SO when | looked in her
serene IL beautiful coun,cnance, g. saw there
the impress ofthat happiness which certainly
flows from duties rcl'giously performed. II is
n great matter, Grace, to have your desires
bounded within your stations; 10 be satisfied
with the quiet, unnoticed performance Of tho
duties Providence has allotted TO YOU; and not
TO waste your efforts of strength in seeking to
do good, or obtain pleasures beyond YOUR
spheres. This rs true wisdom; aud this was
Lucy Wondal's. AT last there came TO this
obscure family what comes 10 all-death and
its changes. The old man and his wife diod
within n few days Of each other, of the inlu-
enza that then ragged in the city. The hope
'HN I'tN'l Oll'hhli liiiuNti iIt 10
to the house. She received me gratefully aud
as an old friend; for though we had never ex-
changed a word, there had been an inter-
change OF kind tooks and friendly mods these
little humanitics that bind even strangers to-
gether. On inquiry into her affairs, | found
she was left almost pennIless, but ulnt a dis
Greet and kind female friend had procured a
place Tor her IN Ross glove factory. Lucy
was skilled IN all the art and crutt Of the nee
die. Koss, IT seems, rs n very thriving trades
man; and on the warm recommendation Of
Lucys friend, he had promised to board her
IN his iatnily,nnd allow her sufficient compcn.
sation for her labor.
'ln a few days she removed to her new home.
It's now Is months since she loft our street.
She came once to tell me that she was per-
iectly satisfied with I~s place, and since !
have heard nothing Sf her. Do not look 10
reprovlng, My lady Mentor ! have been ia.
tending for some time to call at Ross's to make
inquiries about her. My story has brought W
almost 10 the shop: "John Ross, glove manu-
tacturer." This must ba the place. Stop ono
moment, Grace, and look through tho window;
that man, no doubt, is Ross himself. What a
fine head you might be sure such a man
would succeed in the world LEI his lot be cast
where il would. lie would have been a res
olute general, q safe statesman; but here he
is, an honest, thrivisg glover, and that perhaps,
Is Just as we'll; nothing truer than the trte old
couplet,
Honor and shame from no condition rise,
Act well your part, there all TIC honor Hos"
The old man looks as if he might be a lit
tie tyrannical, though. Heaven gran, that
poor Lucy may not have suffered from that
trait IN his physiogn@ny.'
The only customsr is coming out. Now
we have a clear field, let us 90 IN
Mr. Ross, ! believer
The same, Ina'am.'
1calIed, Mr. Ross, TO inquire after a Young
woman who came 10 live with you a year ago
last christmas
i have had a great many young women liv-
ing with me ma'am.'
The old mans humOr requires me TO be ex-
pIiclt. Her name, Mr. Ross, was Lucy Wen
dali
'Ay, Lucy Wendal did como into the facio.
ry about that time
There wac an expression in Ross's face at
the mention Of her name, that did not cleat-
y comprehend. IL might betide good, and il
might betide evil Of Lucy. Il merely wish 10
know, Mr. Ross, whether Lucy had given you
satisfaction, and whether she still remains with
you:'
Was YOU a friend 10 Lucy Wendal, MIAMI
i should think Il all honor 10 call myself 80,
but ] could hardly claim that name. She was
my neighbor and interested mo by her correct
department aud uncommon dutifulness 10 her
old parents Ross made no reply, but FUN
bled over some gloves that were lying on tho
counter; then tied up the bundle, and laid IT
on the shelf. You seem, Mr. Ross, not dis.
posed to answer my inquiries. am afraid
some misfortune has happened 10 the poor
girl.'
Would you like TO know. nla'am, what has
happened to herr He leaned hns elbow on hi,
desk and seemed about beginning a story.
Certainly, / would
well, you know whom Lucy Wcndal camo
10 me she was Il little demure thing-no, a
beauty, butso comcly and tidy, tina, the was a
pretIy. resting place for the old or young. She
was rs great a contrast 10 the other girls ia tho
workshop as white 10 to black. She Just sat
quiet IN one corner, and minded her work and
took no part ia the gabbling. You must snow
what d parcel Of girls Is, ma'am, dlnging from
morning all night, Ike forty thousand ehIm.