The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1843-03-23
FrOn crLls'. Magazine.
7 II UTn.

Aad = must h'iow. % the night ths ssy.
Thou cansi not be false 10 aay msh.a
aMo.heI.mol exclaimed ! ssse,.
eager voice. and ths speaker. q child q
thirteen years. bhrsl into the room, y here
Mrs. Carlton sal Al work. .dnn't Won
think there is 70 be prize given on en-
hibilionday Tor The bsstcomposilionl And
mean 70 Try for ii--shan'l lf"
MrssCarllon % widow, With 4 mod
crate fortune. and handsoms house in
fremont s.. Boston. She has been !
star IN fashionable life, bur since The loss
Of her husband. whom she ienderly low
ed. she has retred from The gay wosld.
and devoted herself TO her child. IA wild,
frank. happy. generous and impsluous
creature. with half dozen glaring faalls,
and one rare virtue which molly rspsem.
ed them al. That virtue. patient read
era. you must find Out for yourself. y
Harriet was busy with her composition.
chen her aunt, who was on visit 10 Mrs.
Carlton. entered the room. Aunt Elaise
Vas very weak minded and weak hsar,
cd lady Of very uncertain ags.--snhsp,
PLY gifted with more sensibiliIy than
sense. She really had deal of feeling
for herself--and an almost insxhaoslable
shower OF tears, varied occasionally By
histories and fsinIing 6ls. vhensyer any
pressing sxigency in The fate ofherfriends
deuansed self possession, energy, or i'm
mediate assistance.
Rhe thought and svowed herself extra.
vsgan,ly fond Of her neice. during her
early childhood, and imagined that she
displayed graceful enthusiasm in sx-
claiming. every rev snd then. in her pre-
sence, aud IN that OF others, "0hl you
ANGEL child! do think she is fhe s~csl
eel cfsatuTel Gone here and kiss me, you
beauty" &c. &c. Bu, no one ever saw
Aunt Eloise taking care Of the child. al
tending 10 i,s little wants. or doing any
thing FOR lis benefit. The only tangible
proof Of her sfection for her nsice, vas
in The shape Of bondons and candy, which
she was in the habit Of bringing home
from her frequent walks 10 Tremenlsireet
Harriet regularly handed ,hess forbidden
luxuries TO her mother, and Mrs. Carlton
ss regularly threw them 10 the FIRE.
Isn't il a pity 10 waste such nice
shings. mo,herl Why no. give them to
some poor child in The street," asked the
lt,le Girl one day, as she watched. with
longing eyes. paper foil Of abe tempt
ing poison. which her mother was quiet
ly empiying into the Crate.
Mrs. Carlton did not disJain 10 reason
with her child
"That would be worse than wasted.
dear. II would be cruel to give to an
other what refuse 10 you on accoun. Of
iIs unwholesomeness.
Que morning. when she was sbou, six
years old, the child came into her moth
sr's room from her aunt's, where she had
been alternately pelled, scolded, aud teas
ed, till she was weary, and, seating her
sell 10 corner. remained for some time
absorbed in thought. She had been read
ing to her mother that morning, and one
sentence. Of which she had asked an ex-
planation, had made deep impression
upon her. II was this: L" God sends Us tri-
ais and troubles to strengthen and purify
our hearts," She now set in the corner,
, withou, speaking or stirring. until her
mothers voice startled her from her re-
verie.
"Of wha, are you now thinking. Hsr-
rietl"
Mother. did God send aun, Eloise 10
strengthen and purify my hearth"
What do you mean. my child!
"Why the book says he sends trials
70. that, and she 10 the greasesstrisl have,
you know"
"The indignant maiden was just enter.
inn tie room as The dialogue began. and
hearing her own name. she stopped, IN
ss.n 70 li.le,.. Speeches with rage she
returned to her Chamber. and was never
heard to call Harriet m angel child again.
Blu, we have tasted no.e words on me
fair Eloise's follies than they deserve.
Let us return to HsrrieIs all-imPorlans
composition. ,..
The maiden lady, selfish and indolen'
as she was, took i, into her head some
times to be exceedingly inquisitive. anu
o.Iicious too. particularly where she
though, her literary talents could come
into play. She walked upto Harriet anu
looked over her shoulder
What's this. hey! Oh! a story!
That's right. Harriet, am glad 10 see y"u
taking 10 literary pursuits. Come ch,id!
give me the pen. and will Improve that
sentence for you. a.,
"Tnank you. aunt, but don't want
i, improved" q. 5e..
{. Not wan, i, improved! Tharsvan
ity" .r~....4.& -- - :,
.Indeed aunt, | am not vain abou. II.
and [ would like you to help me, u u
we're mol 10 DC shown as mine. ! would o.
be fair, you kRow. 10 pass oil ano'he' !,
| ss my owa. | AN writing lor prize.