Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1845-05-01
From the London Punch.
TIL L STORY OF
A r r. A Il III II Hs
BY DOUGLAS JERROLD.
CHAPTER w.

CHAPTER ~.
PATTY BUTLER, THE FEATHER-DREssER
PATTY's MoTHER.-MR. LNTLEY, THE
APoTHECARY.
TIE week that followed the 10Th o.
August 1862, was time of jubilee fol
rejoicing, thoughtful England A prince
of Wales was born; and as heard, nun
berless patriotic sages had, at pubic din
ncrs, already prophesicd in him another
Alfred. In his time all the virtues would
walk the highways, dropping flowers III
The everyday paths of mortals, and re-
joicing Plenty unloose her golden sheaves
for the no more repining poor. The sky
would wear Il purer azure-lhe gladden.
ING sun once more beam with the sancti
flying light it cast on Eden-the whole
earth lie nearer Paradise, and once more
"-anges talk iamlary with men,"
as men were wont to talk with one anoh-
cr. The princc-it was predicted from
the tables of thousand taverns-would
be the paragon of morlaIs; in his own
great acts indication to the highest the
Divine origin and end ofman, and showing
the folly, the liitleness, of all human NAL
ice and all human seIhshness. George
the Fourth yet slept in his cradle, when
the spirit ofprophesying thus walked a
broad, and played the sweet notes upon
its silver trumpet; and tailors and gold
laccmen felt strange, mysterious glad
ncss-a tightening OF the heart and pleas
ant spasm Of the pocket!
Patty Butler dwelt in long, dark lane
on the north side of the Strand; in one OF
those noisome, pestient retreats abutIng
on yet hidden by, the wealth and SPLEEN
dour of the metropolis; one of the thou
sand social blotches covered by the per-
famed, goId-workcd trapplngs of the har.
lot London. Even to this place did the
birth of the Prince of Wales bring glad
ness: for Patty Butler smiled, as dream
ing grief might smile upon an angel, as
Luke Knuckle, Mr. Flamingo's light por.
ter, somewhat suddenly stood before her,
'Hush!' said Patty, advancing to him,
with appraised finger.
IIow's mother" asked Luke, with a
quiet carnastncss.
'Better-better, Luke, and asleep
Have you brought work" inquired the
girl with trembling voice, and tears al
ready in her eyes.
'Hav'n't you heard the news;' asked
FIamingo's porter.
What news should | hear in this
place. said Patty.
why, to be sure. you might as well
be clean out of the world! Not to have
heard all about it! Well, wouldn't
ha' believed it! Can't you guess Pat
ty with a wan smile shook her head.
We'll, then, said Luke, not to tease
you any longer for-ror God help you!
poor babe, you've enough trouble for any
six--what do you think?-theres Prince
of Wales bornE
Indeod?' said Patty, unmoved by the
blissrul intelligence,
why, where could you ha' been not
TO have heard the bells ringing, and the
guns-to be sure, this isn't much of a
place for merry bells to be heard in at all
but where could you ha' BEEN
Where could | have been-wherc
could go?' said Patty little inpatient
ly-and then forcing q smile to her fading
lips, she asked-'and what, Luke, can a
prince matter to folks like us?
WelI!-why you usedto be quick
grl-don't You see, the Prince of Wales
as is come will make the iorlin of ieath-
ers1 It's what they call one Of his roy
al prerogatives-though for myself, l
can't say | know what they quite are
know this much though; old Fla'0ingo's
all upon the wing agin. There's work
for three monts certain, added Luke.
Patty clasped her hands in gratitude,
but said nothing.
Master said You must come to the shop
and work, or 60 without it: but talked
to Missus-ha she'd ha' been nice wo-
man after all, if luck hadn't given hel
such good board and lodging told hel
how i'll your mother was-how YOU'D
' L...la hor hut yyouldn,, le,ye