Staunton spectator, and general advertiser. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 183?-1849, 1848-01-19
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FnOM THE NEW YORK oRGAN.
THE UGLY DA LIGHTER.

"But look, then" said Mrs. Moore to her hus-
band, show ugly that little one is. Is she not,
William 2"
And Mr.. Moore, who was sitting in rocking
chair amusing himself with poking the fire, laid
down the tongs he held and gravely answered his
wife
''But, my dear, you have already said so ono
hundred times were you to say it one hundred
times more, Rosa would not become less ugly for
your saying So"
Rosanna was little girl ofabout fourteen She
was their only child, and to do her mother Justice
was really very ugl y-nay, almost revolving, with
her little gray eyes, fiat nose, large mouth, thick
protrudng lips, red hair, and above all, form
remarkably awry.
Rosa was then very ugly--but she was sweet
girl, nevertheless. Kind and intelligent, she DOS
sessed mind of the highest order. Nature seem
ed to have compensated her with every good quail
iy of the heart for the every beauty of per
son.
The poor little thing was profoundly hurt as she
listened to her mothers observation
sob, you little fright, you will never get hus-
band ~
Eight o'clock struck Mrs Moore was sorely
vexed.
go to bed, Rosanna."
Trembling tho little girl approached her mother
to give her kiss of good night.
Ills useless you little monster" said her mo-
Their.
A tear rolled from the little ones eye. She has
THY wiped 1T away, and turned TO her father pre-
sented him the yet humid cheek.
He kissed her tendtry.
81 am not altogether miserable" she murmured
leaving the room.
Retired to her chamber, she commenced embroi-
dering scarf and worked thus part of the night,
for she desired to be able present it to her mother
In the morning.
The clock struck twelve She had Just finished
and putting 1t by, the little girl calmly resigned
herself to rest. Her repose was undisturbed.
On the morrow Rosa presented the scarf to her
mother What was the pain when the mother re-
ceived it codly, and expressed Of those tender
sentiments which ought to have been the sweet
ones reward
Her eyes, by chance, glanced over neighboring
mirror
Eyes," she said internally, 81 am ugly-they
are right" and she sought in her young head tc
find remedy for uglness.
And then in the world, new pangs wounded the
little ugly ones heart first impression alienated
all the young girls of her own age--but then she
was so good so amiable, 50 amusing, that they ap-
| preached, then listened and then loved her.
! Now, indeed, our little one was happy.
One day Mr.. Moore went home in a violent pas
sion, and become, in consequence of some triflina
povocatlon, highly incensed against his wife
Their domestic felicity was troubled for eight LONG
days-for eight long days Mrs. Moore was contin
ually crying. Rosanna in vain racked her young
brain to discover why--bu her father still continu
ed angry and her mother was continually weeping
At last she reflected in her mind how 10 reconcil,
| them.
They were all three seated in the parlor. Mr.
Moore was arranging tho fire. When this wa
concluded he threw the tongs from him, snatchet
book from the mantel, and opened it abruptly
but after moments perusaI, he closed it again il
violent humor, cast fierce glance at his trem
bling wife aud hurriedly rose from his chair.
Rosanna, deeply moved, clasped her arms abou
his neck as he was about to rise and affectionate
caressed him. He could not reject her innocen
coaxing and the little girl thinking she had touch
cd mis- heart took in her hands the moistened hand
kefchief, wferewith her mother had been dryin
her weeping eyes, and dried them second tim
herewith. She then teuderly embraced her nc
t1er, who returned her sffectionate carresses wit
all mothers fondness.
The parties being now favorabTy disposed, naugt