Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1845-05-01
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bit of goodness, and so that you maynt
leave mother, I've brought the work to
you Here the honest porter displayed
myself and other to Patty Butler
you are always so good-natured,
Luke, cried Patty.
Il don't know about that said Knuck-
'e; but after all, it seems to me so easy
to be good natur'd, wonder anybody
takes the trouble to be any thing else
Good bye, Patty; | say the work must be
done directIy-lor master says he don't
know when it won't be wanted
Il won't stir said Luke Till I've finished
it, that you may be sure Of said Patty,
with new cheerinness; and wishing her
a cordial farewell, and speedy health to
her mother, Luke Knuckle-thc light
porter to Flamingo, the court feather
northumberland the dark narrow
staircase with the feeling of the finest
gentleman; for he trod gently, anxiously
lest he should wake the sleeping sick
Released from the case, | could now
look about me. am sure | felt thrill
Of pain as the place broke upon me. An
August sun struggled through lattice,
as though stained and tainted by the
gloom it had to pierce; dImly showing
the space not encountered by useless ful-
niture, In a recess, a nook of the room,
was a bed: and could hear the hard
breathing ola sleeper-but only hear; for
a curtain Of surprising wilderness hung
between us, Indeed every object was
wonderfully clean, and displayed i,sclfn
contrast to the meanncss. the LONELINESS
of the material. All was penury,-but
penury, in housewife attire.
Patty Butler took me from my other
companions looking earnestly at me. |
have seen eyes eXulting under coroncis;
have felt throughout my frame the magic
breath of beauty, born with all earth's
pleasures for its landmarks: have waved
above and touched the velvet cheek of
lady greatness; yet have | never felt such
deep emotion as when gazed Upon by the
poor OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES girl Of fifteen
years-the drudge Of a garnet in pesti-
lent and Overwhelming alley.
Patty would never have been beautiful
born in down, md fed in the worlds hon
ey dew, she would have passed for moth
ing handsome; but she had in her counte-
nance that kind of plainness to my mind.
better than any beauty Heaven has yet
fashioned. Her sweet, gentle thin face
trembed with sensibi!ity-with sensiblity
that sent its riches 10 her eyes, gllttering
fur a moment there, beyond all worth Of
diamonds. have said, she was really
but fifteen; she would have passed for
twenty. From earliest childhood she was
made to read the hardest words-want,
poverty-in the iron book of daily life land
the teaching had given to her face look
of years beyond her age. With her daily
misery had anticipated time.
And she sits, in that almost empty gar,
EFT, a lovely sacred tbing-a creature that
redeems the evils and the wrongs of
earth; and in her quiet suAering--in her
devotion, constant to her heart as her
hearts bIood-gives best assurance of
future heaven. She sits, gIoriied by pa
rient poverty-by the sustaining meek
ness of her soul, by the incorporate
strength of her affections, Beautiful are
queens on .hrones-but is there not q
beauty eternal as the beauty OF the stars
in placid want smiling with angel looks,
and gathering hottest power, even from
the misery that consums it?
For two nights, Patty scarcely took
one constant hours repose, Still she
worked; her abour only intermtted by
her frequent visits to the bedside where
lay her sick mother have seen tho
feet of the best opcra-dancers; heard
them praised for their life, ay, for their
mathematician sentiment. Yet have
| seen nothing like Patty Bntter's foot,
touching the garnet floor from her chair
to the bedside; so gentle, so ahcctionate
so noiseless, yet so trembling as its mo-
ton, lest she should wake her mother.
Each day the doctor-not the parish
doctor--came, A neighber had told him
ofthe sick woman; and lie had accident
ally seen the gentle Patty. Mr. Ljntley
was poor apo,hccary. 1t was at times
a hard struggle for him not to tell the
man who called for the taxes, call a.
gain. He had no hope of a shilling from
Mrs Butler, even could his skill restore
her; but more-he knew the seal of death
was on her; consumption-Patty knew i.
not-withered her.
The third day passed In the garnet,
the doctor paid his morning visit. Pat
ty up all night: that night she wept-bit-
tery wept-had risen every FIVE minutes
to hover about her mother, who would still
assure her she was better much better.
MIR Lintley, the apothccary, entered
the garrett. What chaplets are woven
Tor men of slaughter! What statutes c
rccted to men-slaymg conquerors! What
notes of glory sounded--what blasphem-
ing praises to the genius of blood-shcd-
ding! | have seen much of the ceremo-
mics dedicated to these things, and con-
Trusting my late feelings with my present
with what new homage do venerate the
race of Lintleys-the men, who, like
minor deites, walk the carth--and in
the homes ofpovorty, where sickness falls
with doubly heavy hand fight the disease