American Republican and Baltimore daily clipper. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1844-1846, 1845-11-10
From Arthur's Magazine for Now
T Fl E w ASH ERW o Nj AN
BY MISS 6. A. HUNT


There is class offemaIe laborers, often most
cruelty imposed upon. To seek redress only
plunges them in deeper poverty, by deprving
them of the means of subsistence. They are
obliged to bear silently, no matter how much
they feel, that their rights should be held as sa-
cred as those of others. Respectable people have
little chance of retaining their respectabilty, if
they employ their meanness and injustice upon
any but those who are in some degree depen-
dent upon them. The middlng classes are
often very kind to these they have occasion to
employ, but sometimes their supercilious airs
and cold, unfeeling conduct, would lean one to
suppose they were dealing with those who
were out of the human sympathies. Il is true
that we should not look about in order TO dis
cover the fault OF our neghbors-but there are
few persons 80 situated that instances Of quiet,
cool injustice do not fall Immediately under
their observation. II rouses the mole indg-
nation, that we are SO utterly unable to extend
helping hand. Our medding would be of
no avail; it would only excite deep and bitter
anger towards ourselves.
Susan Grant was washerwoman, widow,
and poor. During her husbands life her cir
cumstances had been comfortable. She had
but two children the eldest, son, was about
twenty years of age When he was quite
young he was placed III grocery, that some
thing might be gained, to ado to his mothers
hard earnings. While there, he acquired the
taste for liquor, and when the time came that
he should have supported his mother entirely,
ne was an idle vagabond, wandering about the
streets in a state Of intoxcaticn. His nights
were frequently passed in a porter house;
when turned out, he sought the miserable
dwelling of his mother, which he never was
forbidden-for hope was strong in the poor
woman's heart, and her faith, in retaining
him by affection was unwavefing. What II
weeks and moaths went by, without single
kind word7-what if he even begged for the
little money that was in her half-Worn out
purse?-stiLl her heart whispered, that he
mould come back, that he would some day
bless her, for her anwearying kindness-agan
sha would see in his face the warm, frank look
that beamed there, in his pure infancy and hap
Ply Childhood.
Hope! sweet hope, how could woman live
without thy blessed whispers? Mrs. Grants
only daughter was young girl of seventeen.
She was sweet, gentle creature, over whose
lip harsh word never passed-and harshness
would i'll have beseened one so fragile. Con-
sumption burned in her thin cheek, and rested
in marble whiteness upon her Young brow
She was not beautiful in feature, yet she was
very lovely-the purity of an angel was IN her
blue eyes, so loving and soft 10 their express
sion. To gaze upon her countenancc, was to
fill the soul with sense of exquisite beauty
for IN that beauty there mingled nothing but
what was pure and good. ~,
s'Oh! mother, | am SO glad YOU have come"
exclaimed Anne, rising feebly from her chair,
and clasping Mrs. Grants hand while gIo"
of joy lit up her fair, but wasted features. 1t
was evening, and the washeiwoman had just
returned from her days labor. She kissed
Anne tcnderly and led her back to her seat.
CHOW have you been to-day, dear!" she in-
auired, scanning with yeainng tondness, her
daughters face.
"Pretty well; have not suffered much pain;
Mrs Burrell has been in to see me, several
times, and her little girl has been sewing by
my side nearly all day."
tsHow kind! she is almost as poor as we are,
and yet she is willing to do any thing IN her
power to help US along. If | was only where
could look in upon you few times throughout
the long day, could work thousand times
better" Poor MRS. Grant sighed deeply. She
was more than usually cast down. She did
not even attempt to cheer up hor Invalid child,
as was her custom, forgetful of her own fatigue.
elias anything happened, mother" asked
Anne, raising her face and looking earnestly
into her mothers eyes
Don't feel bad, Anne replied her mother,
"something else will turn up, but have wash
ed the last time for Michrst The family are
going to move into the country, SO an out OF
work on Mondays. stopt on my way hsane,
at a place where was recommended, in hopes
OF getting work. But the lady was not a!
home. Her little girl came TO the door, and
promised 10 :e.l her mother what said. Fer