New-York tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1841-1842, 1841-12-16

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observation-disclosures laugh at nifn al, L.
moor gentleman for if he were to ma 1t Out Lr.
would feel it, for he Is not 50 simple C.
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:" Hey hey wha' ooe9 BIG
20. nv dear uncle Jefery, don't mind her She
:, .. ungratefu creature, after a.! the kindness
which we have shown her, to be weary OF paying
You the few little attentions which had enlolned
upon her But, ny dear uncle, have sent her
away Nobody shall slight you in my house, SO
ma VIC sent her away
Hugh - said deaf uncle JEFF.
The little old maids eyes we're drowRed with
tesrs-whaicyer poets may say in rhyme OF the
superlativeness Of the beauty OF boodshot orbs,
and their red curtains and all that, nave always
seen accustomed to consider those sort OF things
amazingly unbecc ming. Bu, it happened that our
little heroine forgot to consul: her lookin.-glass
upon the occasion, and consequently her eyes be-
came somhteing like the Red Sea. The poor little
oody however proceeded as exPediriously as might
BIZ 10 Law her scanty wardrobe as straishty a pos
tolc in wooden box, winch was both SINAI! enough
and large enough TO collect her needles and her
knitting; a few letters, carefully tied up with
piece Of faded red riband, the dates of which
proved chronologically that the paper had been
neat masculine hand, like that Of school usheT,
and dated as many wears back; to look very par
,cularlv al and sigh over little mOrsel OF sandy
hair to stroke her favorite pussy for the last ume
and then to take her clogs, her retcule, and her
umbrella; to look at an old summerhouse to
sa,hor two or three leaves from an old tree and
then to pass through those inhospitsble doors into
the vide wide. bleak and cold world, alone
alone.
There are some hearts like some vegetables
they take root AM where. no matter how untavsr-
able the soil. or how blighting the atmosphere
nus it was with the little old maid. In spltc OF
dersion, and scorn. and buSeting her feelings Rad
grown TO the inanignate stone walls that surrounded
her simply because they had nothing else to cling
TO and If the mere impulses OF loving nature
could thus attach her TO rcpelling ard repulsve OBJ
ects, how tcntcrly might she hava loved what was
really loveable
Poor Fanny Carr. with the liberal. large, and in
exhaustible sum of somewhere about five shillings
in her pocket looked mentally round for a shelter
for her head and having bethought herself OF one
of Mrs Pekenhaln's discarded servants who had
married and settled, determined upon seeking shell
ter there.
In little cottage by the roadside clean AZ
shose dear cottages of England ever arc, with
n-atly-,rimmed garden without, luxurisnt in sum
mer blessomings and with the whitest OF white
curtains Within and the reddest Of red floors, and
the brightest of round tables, and the most respen-
dent of ire-paces, the little old maid. dressed
as neatly if fairy hands had been her tiiewoman
and working at her needle blithey as BIRDS per-
form their daily task Of singing. What though her
five shillings very nearly exhausted she could
earn almost sxpence day, and that was indepen-
deHce, and independence was happiness.
Ibara Inst 10
maid was thus 'iclving for happiness and sixPenee
Il day, and noise of carriage-wheels and, looking
up to what mig ht be coming, she saw PLAN,
spectacle, grave, steady, brown-visaged carriage
and pair, with coachmsn in a brown livery be-
fore, and servant in brown livery seated in the
box behind and 10 and behold, it stopped a; the
very cottage-door where she working; and 50
the little old maj Jumped up, and threw down her
cotton and her scissors and hasiened TO tell them
that it all mistake, when, TO her particular
astonishmcnt, she deaf uncle Jefery, getting
down the steps, and walking across the cottage
garden, and coming in at the door. And having
gone thus far, the deaf old gentleman took hold OF
her diminutve hand in his great gigantic paw, and
gave it squeeze, which almost made the little old
maid cry out, which, however. she did not do for
ladies of all sizes very seldom cry out at squeeze
of the hand generally bearing that of pain very
to draw one of the br1ghtly-rubbed wooden-bot
tened chairs to himself for his own particular use,
and TO sit down upont close 10 The littlc old maid
q hope you are well, Mr.. Jeiery, shouted the
little old maid it is very kind of you to come
and see me. hope you well.
quite well, thank YOU, replied uncle Jeiery,
% ard now tel what sou think has brought me to
see you :"
Perhaps said the little old maid, colcring
slightly with the remains of well-whipped, we'll
worn-down, well-subducd pride, perhaps you
wanted me 10 do some plain work for you, Mr..
Jelery. | am taking in plain work
You need not speak LOUD, my dear, said
deaf uncle jeff; "you know YOU will tie yourself,
you will exhaust yourself.
ooh, Mr.. Jefery!' said the little old maid, the
tears rushing into her eyes. " Oh, Mr. Jeffrey
pray believe that never complained, ever even
felt il a trouble 10 talk to YOU. Indeed, did not
| do nj know how soon may be afflicted myself.
Uncle Jeiery took poor Fanny's hand, and gave
it another squeeze that almost threatened It with
compression. g knew you did not. Yet, never
iheless, YOU must not speak so loud.
9 But you have not your ear-horn, said Fanny
Carr, persisting in shouting, lest her visitor should
think that she grudgcd the trouble; " bat yos have
not YOUR ear-hon.'
But you know thai | always told you that
was Not deaf
The little old maid looked perplexcd.
Blu, you never believed me--was that it -
The little old maid colored crimson, but she
could not deny it.
Well then, if | was deaf an better
g am glad of it, with all my heart, said the
little old maid, for it must be miserable thin:
not to hear word that is said 10 US
Yet sometimes it is better net to hear what is
said of US replied uncle Jefiery
The little old maid colOred deeply. She re-
nembered too well all that had been said Of him
/ md h..fnrc hin,