The Cadiz sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 184?-1851, 1845-03-19
AFFECTING SKETCHES
From Grahan's Magazine for March
LUCY BUTTON.

1t was an October morning, warm and sunny
but with even its sunshine subdued into mourn
ful sotIness, and lis gorgeous drapery chastened
by a torch Of the dreamy atmosphere into sym
pathy with sorrow. And there was a sorrowng
one who needed sympathy on that still, holy NOR
ning--the sympathy of the great Heart which
beats in Natures bosom--lor she could hope no
other. Poor Lucy Dutton!
Tlere was funeral that morning. stranger
would have Judged by the g,thorng that the
gieat monsof the village was deld, aud all that
crowd had come out to do his ashes honor-5nt
it was not So Yet the little, fashioned church
was filed TO overdowing. Some there we're that
turned the.r eyes devoutly TO the holy man that
occupied the sucred desk, receiving from his lips
the word of life; some looked upon the little cof-
fin that stood covered with its bl lck pail upon a
table directly below him, and pc :hlps thought of
their own m)rtiy, or that of their bright little
ones; while many, very many, glzed with cold
curiosity at the solitary molrner occupying the
front pew. This wis young creature, in the
very spring-tme of life, frail, crring being,
whose only hope was in Him who said, "Neither
do | condemn thee--go and sin 10 more. -
There was a weight of shame apon her head,
and wo upon her heart, that, together, made the
before the prying eyes that came TO look upon her
in her distressing humiliation. Oh! it was p-
tiful sight! that crushed helpless creatures ago
ny.
But the year before, and this same lone mour-
ner was considered a sweet, beautiful child,
whom every body was bound to protect and love !;
because, but that she was the pet lamb of doat-
ing old womln, she was without friend and pro-
tector Lucy Dutton was the last blossom on
tree that had boasted many fair ones When
the grlve opened 10 one after another of that
doomed family, none but this bright, beautiful
bud was left; she became the all in all, and with
the doating affection Of age was she cherished.
When poverty came to Granny Duton's thresh-
old, she drew her one priceless jewel 10 her
heart, and laughed at poverty. When sorrows
of every kind comp lssed her about, and the sun
went down in her heaven of hope, another rose
in a holer heaven Of love; and Lucy Duton was
this fountain of love-born light. The old lady
and hei pretty darling occupied small neat
cottage at the foot of the hill, with garden at
tached 10 it, in which the child fitted all day
long, like glad spirit among the flowers. And
next TO her child-dol, the Supplemented old lady
loved these flowers, with love which pure ma
ture ever bears TO the beautiful. It was by these,
aud the fruit produced by the little garden that
the twain lived. Many fine carriage drew up
before the door Of the humble cottage, and bright
ladies and dashing gentlemen sauntered beneath
the shade while tho rosy fingers Of Lucy adjust
ed boquets for them, her bright lips wreathed
with smiles, and her sunny eye turning TO heI
grandmother at the placing of every stem, as
though for appreciation Of her taste. Not child
in all the neighborhood was so beautiful, so gen
tie, and so good And nobody ever thought o
her as any thing but a child Though she grew
to the height of her tallest gcranum, and hel
form assumed womanly proportions, nobody, no
even the rustic beaux around her, thought of hel
as any thing but child. Lucy was so artess
and loved her dear old grandmother so truly, thai
the two were somehow connected in peoples
minds, and il seemed as impossible that the cir
should grow older, as that the old lady should
grow younger.
Lucy was Just booked for fifteen, with the sea
Of innocence upon her heart, and rose-leaf OF
her cheek, when "the Herman property" fine
summer residence that had been for years unoc
cuped, was purchased by widow lady from the
metropolis. She came down earlyin the spring
accompanied by her only son, TO visit her new
possessions, and finding the spot exceedingly
pleasant, she determined TO remain there AnC
SO Lucy met the young metropolitan; ;and Luc,
was beautiful and trusting, and thoughtless; ant
he was gay, selfish, and prohigate. Needs th'
story TO be tolda
When the HowaFds went away, Lucy awok,
from her dream. She looked about her, and up
on HERSELF with the veil taken from her eyes
and then she turned from all she had ever loved
for, in the breaking up of those dreams, was bro
ken poor Lucy's heart.
Nay, censor, Lucy was a child--considere,
how very young, how very untaught-oh! he
innocence was no match for the sophistry of
gay city youth! And young Howard stole he
unthinking heart the first day he looked in 70 pul
chase boquet Poor, poor Lucy