Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1850-10-26
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A Tale Of Real Life.
ny MISS sEpowlck.

II am going round by Broad street to in
quire of Ross, the glover, about little Lucy,
Lucy Wendali!
Lucy Wendoll who is she ?
sShe is pretty little Dutch girl, who lived
oppositc TO me in that bit of little dwell
ling that looks like crack or scam between
rhe two houses ON each side OF II. she
lived with her grand parents, natives OF tnis
CITY, and once proprieiors OF many lot
within Il; bur they had been out-bargained
and out-witted till they were reduced TO this
tenement some twenty feet by fifteen. Their
only surviving defendant was my little friend
Lucy, pretty ii,ir-skinned, fair-halred, blue
eyed girl, of most modest, quiet, engaging
demeanor. For many months after we moved
TO State street, knew nothing OF the family;
but, fiom such observations as my eye could
tnke, neatness was the ruling passion OF the
household. Their only servant Minerva (the
goddess of wisdom should have known
better) used to scrub the house weekly from
garret 10 cellar; their only carpet was shook
every Saturday; the steps We're secured daily,
and / never in my life saw the old woman
without busting cloth in her hand. Such
war of externlination did she carry on
ngainst the iutruding particles that my friend
T.. used to say, it must be hard to think OF
turning to dust
Luch had no visitors no companions aud
of the only indulgence of the old people,
which was sitting on the stoop, every pleas
ant afternoon according TO the ancient Dutch
custom, she never parook. She never
"went out" excepting on Sundays TO church,
and then she reminded me of one of those
bright pretty flowers, that hang on the crag-
gcd, bare stems of cactus pitcd her, her
spring of life seemed passing away so drear-
ily. My pity was misapplied; and felt it 10
be so when looked into her serene and sweet
countenance and saw there the impress of
that happiness which certainly flows from
duties religiously performed. II is great
matter, Grnce, 10 have your desires bounded
within your station; TO be satisfied with the
quiet, unnoticed performance of the duties
Providence has allotted to you, and not to
waste your efforts or strength in seeking TO
do good, or TO obtain pleasure beyond your
sphere. This is true wisdom and this was
Lucy Wendall's. AT last there came to this
obscure family what comes to all, death and
its changes. The old man and his wife died
within few days of each other, of the influ-
enZa that ragged in the city. Tho hope of
serving the pretty orphan induced me to go
TO the house. She received me gratefully, and
as an old friend; for though we had never
exchanged word together, there had been
an Interchange of kind looks aud friendly
nods-those little humanties that bind even
strangers together. On inquiry into affairs,
i found that she was left almost penniless, but
a discreet and kind female FREUD had pro-
cured place for her in Rosss glove factory.
Lucy was skilled in oil the art and handy
craft of the needle. Ross, it seems is very
thriving tradesmau; and to the warm recon-
mendaiion of Lucy's friend he had promised
TO hoard her in his own family and allow
her sufficient compensation for her labor.
In few days she removed TO her new
home. 1t is now fifteen months since she
left our street. She came once TO tell me
she was perfectly satisfied with her place,
and since then have heard nothing Of her.
DO not look so reproving, my lady Mentor.
have been intending for some time to call
at Ross TO make inquiries about her. My
story has brought us almost to the shop;
John Ross, glove manufacturer This must
be the place. Stop one moment Grace, and
look through the window; that man, no doubt
is Ross himself What a fine head! You
might know such man would succeed in
the world, let his lot be cast where il would.
He would have made resoute General, q
safe statesman; but here he is an honest,
thriving glover, and that, perhaps, is just as
well, nothing more true than the trite old
couplet--
"The old man looks as though he might
he little iyrannical, though. Heaven grant
poor Lucy may not have suffered from that
trait in his physioguomy'
'The old customer is coming out; now we
have clear field, let us go in
Nh. Ross, ! believe
The same, ma'am''
Il cane, Mr.. Ross, to inquire after young
woman who came to live with you last
Christmas
I've had great many young women liv-
ing with me, ma'am.'
The old mans humor requires Inc to be
explicit. Her name, Mr. Ross, was Lucy
Wendall.'
'Ay, Lucy Wendall did come into the fac
tory about that time.'
There was an expression in Ross's face at
tho mention of her name, TINT might betide
good, and might betde evil of Lucy. Imere.
" wished to know, Mr. Ross, whether Lucy
had given satisfaction, and whether she still
remans with you.'
tna'am.' '
| should think it an honor TO call myself
30, but could hardly claim that name. She
was my neighbor, and interested me by her
corfect depoitlneiL anu uncommon dutifiIl-
hess TO her old parents'
hoss made no reply, but fhmbled over
some gloves that were on the counter, then
ueu up the bundle and laid it on the shelf
Yor seem, Mr.. Ross, not disposed to an
ewer my inquiry. AIN afraid some accident
has happened to the poor GIRL
Would you like to know, ma'an. WIN,
mas happened herr lie leaned his elbow on
his desk, and seemed about to begin a story.
Certainly would
well, you know, when Lucy Wendall
came TO me, she was little demure thing
not beauty, but SO comely and SO tidy, that
she was pretty resting place for the eve of
old and young. she was a great contrast TO