The Madisonian. [volume] (Washington City [i.e. Washington, D.C.]) 1837-1845, 1841-11-13
RosANNA, THE UGLY ONE.

FROM THE FRENCH.
"But look, them" said Mrs. Moore to her hus-
band, "how ugly that little one is; is she not
William 2"
And Mr. Moore, who was sitting in rocking
chair amusing himself with poking the fire, laid
down the tongs he held, and gravely answered
his wife.
But, my dear, you have said SO one hundred
times, ann were you to say it one hundred times
more, Rose would not become less ugly for your
saying So"
Rosanna was little girl about fourteen. She
was their child, and, to do her mother justice
was really very highway, almost revolving with
her little grey eyes, fiat nose, large mouth, thick
protruding lips, red hair, and above ALL form,
remarkably awry.
]. Rose was, then, very ugy-but she was a
sweet girl, nevertheless. Kind and intelligent,
she possessed mind of the highest order. Ma
ture seemed TO have compensated 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 observation. "Oh,
you little fright, you will never get husband
Eight O'Clock struck Mrs. Moore was sorely
vexed
Go to bed, Rosanna."
Tremblngly the little girl approached her mo-
ther to give her the kiss of good night.
"'Tis useless, you little monster said her
mother.
A tear rolled from the little ones eye. She
hastily wiped it away, and turning to her father
presented him the yet humid cheek.
He kissed her tenderly.
g ! am not altogether miserable" she mur-
INJURED leaving the room.
Retired to her chamber she commenced en-
bordering a scarf, and worked thus part of the
night for she desired to be able to present il 10
her mother when she arose in the morning.
The clock struck twelve. She had Just f.
nished, and putting it by the little girl, calmly
resigned herself to res. Her repose was I'M
disturbed.
On the morrow Rose presented the scarf to
her mother What was the pain the little one
experienced, when her mother received it cold
ly, and expressed none of those tender senti-
ments which were to have been the sweet little
ones reward.
Her eyes, by chance, glanced over a neigh
boring mirror.
YES" she said internally, 81 am u2ly-they
are right" and she sought in her young head to
find a remedy for ugliness.
And then in the world-new pangs wounded
the little ones heart. A first impression alien
a,ed all the young girls of her own age--but then
she was so good, SO amiable. so amusing, that
they approached, then listened then loved her
Now, indeed, our little one was happy.
One day Mr.. Moore went home in volen,
passion, and became in consequence of some
irihng prevarication, highly incensed agans,
his wife Their domestic felicity was troubled
for eight long days Mrs. Moore was continu-
ally crying. Rosanna in VAIN racked her young
brains TO discover why, but her father still con-
tinued angry, and her mother still continued
weeping At last she reflected in her mind how
TO reconcile the parties.
They were all three seated in The parlor--Mr
Meore was arranging the 6re-when this was
concluded, he threw the tongs from him, snatch
ed book from the mantel, and opened il abrupt-
W. but after moments perusal, he closed il
again. in violent humor, cast fierce glance al
his trembling wife, and hurried rose from his
chair.
Rosanna, deeply moved, clasped her arms
about his neck as he was about 10 rise and af-
fectionately caressed him. He could not reject
her innocent coaxng, and the little girl thinking
she had succeeded in touching his heart took in
hands the moistened handkerchief wherewith
her mother had been drying her weeping eyes,
and dried them second time herewith; she
then tendery embraced her mother who re-
turned her aHectionate caress with all mothers
| fondness.
/ The parties being now favorably disposed
nought remained but to establish peace. This
was no easy matter-neither would make the
| FIRST overture-and without the penetration oil
little Rose, the reconciliation would not then have
taken place.
| She took her fathers hand between her own
little hands, and pressed it TO her bosom she
then took her mothers hand, and joined it into
her fathers as il lay near her heart Human
pride could resist no longer-the alienated pa
| rents arose at the same moment and cordial,
embraced each other From that hour RIOS,
was the idol Of them both.