Southern Argus., 1841-12-14
VOL. WILL
TALE OF REAL LIFE.
BY MISS LESLIE.


Gule Lucy Wendal.
"Lucy Wendal! Who IS she!
"She is pretty little Dutch
who lived opposite to me in that
sdwelling that looks like crack
,eam between two houses on each 5iue1
oft. She lived with her grandSga-
rents, natives Of this city and once pro-
prietors Of many lot in It; but they
had been out-bargained aud out-witted,
dll thew were reduced TO this little ten
ement. some twenty feet by fifteen
Their only surviving descendant was
my little friend Lucy, a pretty fair
skinned, fair haired, blue eyed girl, Of
a modest, quiet, engaging demeanor.
For many months after we moved to
- street, knew nothing of the fam
ily, but from such observation as my
eye could take, neatness was the ru-
ling passion ofthe household. Their
only servant, Minerva-lhe goddess
ofwisdom should have known better,
used to scrub the house, weekly,
from the garrs to the cellar; their only
carpet was shook every Saturday, the
steps we're secured daily, and / never
in my life saw the old woman without
a busting cloth in her hand. Such
war Of extermination did she carry on
against the intruding particles that my
friend E. used TO say il must be hard
for her to think of turning to dust"
Lucy had no visiter, no compan
ions; and the only indulgence ofthe old
people, which was sitting on the stoop
every pleasant afternoon, according TO
the ancient Ouch custom, she never
partook. She never went out except
ing on Sunday 10 church, and then she
reminded me of one of those bright,
pretty flowers that hang on the Grabbed
bare stem ofthe castus. pitied her,
her spring Of life seemed passing away
so drearily. My Pity was misapplied;
and felt it to be so when ! looked in
TO her serene and sweet countenance,
and saw there the impress Of that hap
piness which certainly flows from du-
ties religiousIy performed. 1t is q
matter, Grace, to have your desire:
bounded within your station; to be sat
is6ed with the quiet, unnoticed perlor
nance Of the duties of Providence ha,
allotted to you; and not to waste you
efforts OF strength in seeking TO Dc
good or obtain pleasures beyond you
sphere. This is true wisdom; anC
this was Lucy Wendars. At las
there came to this obscure family wha
comes to all-death and is changes
The old man and his wife died within
a few days Of each other, Of the inAu
enza that then ragged in the city. Th'
hope OF serving the pretty orphan in
duced me to go to the house. She re
csived me gratefully, and as an oil
friend; for though we never exchange,
aword, there had been interchanges c
kind looks and friendly nods-thcs
little humanities that bind even stran
gers together. On inquiry into affairs
j fonnd that she was left almost penni
less, but that discreet and kind fe
male friend had procured place fo
her in Ross glove factory. Luc
was skilled in all the an and craft OF IN
needle. Ross. it seems, is a yer
thriving tradesman; aud on the war;
recommendation Of Lucy's friend, h
had promised to board her in his fan
lily, and allowed her sufficient comper
sation for her labor.
''In few days she removed to h
new home. 1t is now fifteen montl
since she left our street. She can
once to tell me she was perfectly sati
fed with her place, and since | ha,
heard nothing Of her. Do not loC
so reproving, my lady Mentor. | ha'
been intending for some time to call
Ross's to make inquiries about her,
My story has brought US almost to Il
shop: "John Ross, Glove Manufact
rer." This must be the place. ST.
one moment, Grace, and look throui
the window; that man. no doubt, is RO
himself. What fine head! you mig
know such man would succeed in
world, let his lot be cast where il wou
lie would have been a resolute ger
raj, a safe statesman;but here is an ho
est, thriving, glover and that Perh'
isJust as well; nothing truer than
trite old coupIet,
"Honor and fame from no condition rise,
Act well your par, there all the honor lies
"The old man looks as il he mil
be little tyranical, though. Heav
grant that poor Lucy may not bs
sfered from the trait Of his physiC
nomy."
"The only cestomer is coming 0
Now we have clear field, let us
in"
"Mr. Ross, l believer"
"TEe same, ma'am."
81 called, Mr.. Ross, to inquire al
ayoung woman who came to live W
you last christmas"
81 have had great many yol
women living with me ma'am.'
"The old mans humor requires
IN he exnlicif. Her name Mr. II