Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1841-03-18

day life is from the Paris Sketch Book:
Beatrice Mercer was MIR. Ti,mnrsh'S ser.
vant.ot-all- work in Paris dressed his wife
his dinner, and and his children did beef.
steaks and plain work, made his beds, black.
! cd his boots, waited at his table and finally,
Us ne assures us, told him such a story Of her
chli''hood as would have done honor to the
! natural and happy invention Of Goldsmith,
: or the pathetic humur Of Sterne. This is the
begining OF il: -i
My father died." said Beatrice, "about
SIX years since, and left nv poor mother
| with little else but !, small cottage and a
strip Of land, and four children TOO young to
WORK. II was hard enough in my fathers
time to supply SO many little mouths with
iood; and how was poor widowed woman
10 provide for them now, who had neither
the strength nor opportunity TO labor!
" Besides US, to be sure, there was my old
aunt; and she would have helped us but she
could not, for the old woman is bed ridden,
SO she did nothing but occupy our best room,
and grumble from morning till night
Heaven knows, poor old soul, that she had
no reason to be very happy; for you know.
sir, that 1t trets the temper to be sick; and
that it is worse still to be sick and hungry too.
AT that time, in the country where we liv.
ed, Tin Picardy, not very far from Boulogne)
times we're SO bad that the best workman
could hardly find employ, and when he did.
he was happy if he could earn matter Of
twelve sous day. Mother, work as she
would, could not gain more than six; and il
was u hard job out of this to put meat into
six stomachs, and clothing on six bucks
Old aunt Bridget would scold, as she got her
portion OF black bread and my little broth
ers used to cry if theirs did not too come in
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share for mother kept only little piece for
herself, and said that she had dined i'm the
leid-HeaVen pardon her for the lie, and
bless her as am sure He did for but for
Hun, no workingman or woman could sub.
sist upon such wretched morsel as my dear
mother took" . "a
Matters grew worse with poor Beatrice as
time rolls on, and she resolves ut last that
the 'six' might get slice more of black
bread among them, to run secretly away
from home and look for work elsew here
She tells only her bed ridden aunt, and
leaves the house with her reproaches ringing
in her ears rr
II heard the old woman screaming after
me. but did not stop or turn round. don't
think could. for my heart was very full,
and if had gone back again should never
have had the courage to go away. So
walked a long, long way, until nightfall
and thought Of poor mother coming home,
and not finding me; and little Pierre shout
ing out. in his clear voice, for Beatrice to
bring him his supper. think should like
to have died that night, and ! thought l
should too; for when was obliged to throw
myself on the cold hard ground, my feet
were too torn and wary TO bear me any fur
Their. +
Just then the moon got up; and do you
knnvv I feIf n ,v - I
il seemed like an old frIenu's Iacc. "A I'tl'-
way on, as saw by the moon, was viii
lage, and 7 saw, too, that man was coming
towards mo he must have heard me crying.
"Was not God good to me! This man
was farmer, who had need OF girl in his
house he made me tell him why / was
alone, and told him the same story have
told you, and he believed me, and took me
home. l had walked six long leagues from
our village that day, asking every where for
work in vain, and here at bed -time found
bed and supper"
Her distrcsses in this new home are great,
for her mistress ~ not kind: so after some
months she gets home sickness, and runs
back to see the old village, and the dear mo-
Their, if only for day. Mother falls into fit
on seeing her, aunt Bridget stops scolding for
two days, and "liule Pierre offered inc the
whole of his supper; poor little man! his
slice of bread was not bit bigger than be-
fore went away" But she is now, happily,
taller and stronger, and she goes 10 seek
work two leagues from home, and gets ii,
and with no less than six sous day, and IL
sleeping. shed in cow-housc. you may
fancy how happy was now, at the prospect
Of earning so much money.
"There was un old woman among the IA
borers, who used to sell us soup I got n cup
full every day for n hnlf-penny with a bit OF
bread in it, and eat as much bset-root he.
sides as liked not very wholesome menl
10 be sure, but God took care that it should
not disagree with me.
$50, every Saturday, when work was over,
had thirty sous to carry home to mo'her
and, tired though was, walked merrily
the two leagues TO our village to see her
again. On the road there WIS great wood
10 pass through, and this frightened me, for
if thief should come, and rob me OF my
weeks earnings, what could poor lone girl
do to help herself? But found remedy
for this too, and no thieves ever came near
me used 10 begin saying my prayers as !
entered the forest, md never stopped until !
was safe al home and safe always arrived
with nv thirty SOUS in my pocket. An
YOU may be sure Sunday was happy day
for us ALL"
We greatly approve Mr.. Titnarsh's re-
fleclions OH the subject Of this humble histo,
nv. 1t is for the benefit, he remarks. OF
dukes and dutchesscs, TINT he gives this
sketch Of Mudcmoiselle Mercer.
The " Inch Auger."-A few years SINCE
man from the region of k"nnehrc, with an
interesting wife, two lovely daughters and
promising son. moved "down ens,," rnr-
chased piece If wild land, selected a spot