The Yazoo Whig and political register. (Yazoo City, Miss.) 1840-1842, 1842-09-23

Ichnrch. and then she reminded me of one !
Of those bright, pretty flowers that hang on
the cragged, bare stems Of the cactus. |
ni,ied her, her spring OF life seemed passing
away so dFearily, My pity was misappTed;
and felt il TO be so when looked into her
serene and sweet counlenance, and saw
there the impress Of that happiness which
Icertainly flows from duties religiously per-
Horned. tits great matter, Grace, to have
vour desires bounded within your station
no be satisfied with the quiet, unnoticed per-
IformaDce of duties Providence has allotted
Ito YOU. and not 10 waste your efforts or your
strength in seeking TO do good, or TO obtain
pleasure, beyond your sphere. This is true
Wisdom; and this was Lucy Wendall's. AT
least there came to this obscure family what
comes 10 all, death and its changes. The
Iold man and his wife died within few days
Iof each other, Of the influenza that then
ragged in the city. The hope Of serving the
pretty orphan induced me to GO to the house.
lShe received me gratefully, and as an old
friend; for though we had never exchanged
word, there had been an interchange of
kind looks and friendly nOds-thOse little
lhumanties that bind even strangers togeth.
Ter. On inquiry into her affairs, found that
she was left almost pennyless, but that a
discreet and kind female friend had produ-
ced place for her in Ross glove factory.
Lucy was skilled in all the art and handi-
craft of the needle. Ross, it seems, is a
thriving tradesman; and on the warm re-
recommendation Of Lucy's friend, he had pro-
missed to board her in his family, and allow
her sufficient compensation for her labor.
Sin few days she removed to her new
home. It is now fifteen months since she
left our street. She came once TO tell me
she was perfectly satisfied with her place
and since then have heard nothing of her
Do not look so reproving, my lady Mentor
Ii have been intending for some time TO cal
at Mr.. Ross to make inquiries about her,
My story has brOughr us almost TO the shop;
Is John Ross, Glove MaBVGacturoT.i This
must be the place. Stop one moment
IGrace, and look through the window; thai
man, no doubt, is Ross himself What fine
head! you might know such a man would
succeed in the world, let his lot be cas
where il would. He would have been a re-
solute generel, safe statesman; but here
Inc is, an honest, thriving glover, and that
perhaps, is Just as we'll; nothing truer thai
the tEite old cOuplet:
GHonor and fame from no condition rise;
Act well your part, there all the honor lies'
sThe old man looks as though he Nigh
be little tYrannical though. Heaven graz
poor Lucy may not have suffered from ths
trait in his PhysiOgnomy.
The only customer is coming out; no
we have a clear field, let US go in.'
MIR. Ross, believe.'
sThe same, ma'am.
sIcame, Mr.. Ross, to inquire after your
woman who came to live with you on Ia
Christmas
81 have had great many young wom'
living with me, ma'am.
sThe old mans humour requires me
be explicit. Her name, Mr.. Ross, was Lu
= Wendall.'
:. GAY, Lucy Weudall did come into the +;
tory about that time.'
& There was an expression in Ross face
the mention Of her name that might beti
~ good, and it might betide evil of Lucy.
uCy merely wished to know, Mr.. Ross, whetI
Lucy had given satisfaction, and whetl
she still remains with you.'
ola Was you friend TO little Lucy Wend
ling ma'amF
the i should think it an honor to call myl
we'd so, but could hardly claim that name. {
slty' was my neighbor, and interested me by
q II; correct department and uncommon duti
out ness 10 her old parents Ross made no
title ply, but fumbled over some gloves that "
~ lying on the counter; then lied up the
my die and laid it on the shelf. You Sc
ned, Mr.. Ross, not disposed to answer my in
dest' ny. ! am afraid some misfortune has
'nlhs pened to the poor girl
no. tWOuld you like to know, ma'am, !
erVa- has happened to herr He leaned his
vac elbow on bis desk, and seemed about tC
Their gin q stOFy.
Wis Most certainly Would.s
q 70 Well. you know when Lucy Wei
ellar came 70 me, she was little demuFe Il
Foay' not a beauty, but 50 comely and tidy
'e!In she was pretty resting place for the e
slng old OF young. She was as great con
eImi- to the pther girls in the shop as white
uoing black, She just sat quiet in one coTne
aH y minded her work, and took 70 part in
ing 70 Cabling. You must know what pare
girls are, ma'am, dinqlng from m0Fnin
ona- might, like forty thousand chimney swal
0OPle' Lucy was very different; she made b,
plea lneat and tidy in the morning, and di.
lclept lose half an hour al noon when the
le ne lice boys were coming to dinner, twit
iay tQ out curl papers and turbeloWing her b