Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1850-08-03
nltsrellanecus.
The Rsconcilsd Father.
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shi'hS VI heoco1 hiC bioNNi1 ubout ntbC h<ucy
Wendall."
ssLucy Wendall! who Is she ~
"She is pretty little Dutch girl, who lived
opposite TO me in that bit of n dwelling, that
looks like a crack or scam between the two
houses on each side of IT, She lived with
her grand parents, natives of this city, and
once proprietors of many lot within il, but
they had been out-bargained and out-wirted
till they were reduced TO this little tenement,
some twenty feet by fifteen. Their only sur
viving descendant was my pretty friend Lu-
cy, a pretty, fair-skinned, fair-headed, blue
eyed girl, Of most modest, quiet, engaging
demeanor. For many months after we NOV
ed to State street, knew nothing ofthe fam
lily; but, from such observations as my eye
could take, neatness was the ruling passion
of the household. Their only servant, Mi
nerva, (the Goddess of Wisdom should have
known better,) used to scrub the house week.
Iy from garret TO. cellar; their carpet was
shook every Saturday, the steps secured
daily, and never in my life saw the old
woman without dusting-clotb in her hand.
Such war of determination did she carry
on against intruding particles, that my friend
T.. used TO say il must be bard to her to think
OF turning to DUST"
Lucy Ind no visitors, no companions, and
OF only indulgence of the old people,
NuiOh Wtcs oitNibk vi tUB blOOD every n1fcr-
noon, according to the ancient Dutch GUS
tom, she never partook. She never went
out, excepting ON Sunday to church, and
then she reminded me of one Of those bright,
pretty flowers, that hang on tho cragged, bare
stems of the cactus. pitied her, her spring
OF life seemed passing away so drearily. NV
pity was misapplied and felt it to be SO
when looked into her serene countenance,
and saw there the impress of that happiness
which flows from duties religiously perform
ed Ii is great matter, Grace, TO have your
desires bounded within your station; to be
satisfied with the quiet, unnoticed perform |
ancc of the duties Providence has allotted to
you, and not to waste your efforts or strength |
in seeking 10 do good, or to obtain pleasure,
beyond our sphere. This is true wisdom |
and this was Lucy Wendals. AT last there
came TO this family what comes to all, death
and its changes. The old man and his wife
died within fews days of leach other, of the
Influenza that then ragged in the city. The
hope of serving the orphan induced me 20 90
to the house. She received me gratefully, as
an old friend for, though we had never ex-
changed a word, there had been an inter-
change of kind and friendly mods those lit
tie humanites that bind even strangers to-
gether. On inquiry into her afiairs, found
she was left almost pcnnilcss, but discreet
and kind female friend had procured place
for her in Ross glove factory Lucy was
skilled in all the arts and handicraft of the
needle. Ross, it seems, is very thriving
tradcsman; and, TO the warm recommenda-
ton of Lucy's friend, he, too, had promised
to board her in his family, and, allowing her
sufficient compensation for her labor"
"ln few days she removed to her new
house. Ii is now fifteen months since she
left our street. She came once to tell me
that she was perfectly satisfied with her
place, and, since then, have heard nothing
OF her. DO not look so reproviDg, my lady
Mentor. | have been intending for some
time to call at Mr.. Ross, TO make inquiries
about her. My story has brought us almost
TO the shop; John Ross, glove mnnuf;lctu-
rer.' This must be the place. Stop one |
moment Grace, and look through the win
dow that man, no doubt, is Ross himself
What fine head You might know such |
man would succeed in the world, let his lot |
he cast where il would. He would have |
made resolute general safe statesman
but he is an honest thriving glover, and that,
perhaps, is just as well nothing truer than
the trite old couplet:
"'Honor and fame from no condition rise;
Act well your part there all the honor les |
"The old man looks as though he might |
he little tyrannical, though. Heaven grant |
that poor Lucy may not have suffered from |
that trait in his physognomy."
"The only customer is coming out now
we have fair field, let us go in"
Mr. Ross, believe"
"The same, ma'am."
II came, Mr.. Ross, TO inquire aftera young
woman who came to live with you last
Ghristmas.'
al have great many young women living
with me, ma'am."
"The old nuns humor required me to be
explicit. Her name, Mr.. Ross, was Lucy
Wendallp p
"Ah, Lucy Wendall did come into the
factory about that time"
There was an expression in Ross face at
the mention of her name, that might betide
good, and it might betide evil of Lucy:
g merely wish to know, Mr.. Ross, whetl-
or Lucy has given satisfaction, and whether
she still remains with you%
"Was you a friend to Lucy Wendall,
ma'am ?"
al should think il an honor 10 call myself
so, but could hardly claim that name. She
was my neighbor, and interested me by her
correct department, and uncommon dutifll-
ness to her old parents"
Ross made no reply, but fImbled over
some gloves that were on the counter, then
ued up the bundle and laid il OH the shelf
You seem, MIR. Ross, not disposed to an
swer my inquiry. l am afraid some acci-
dent has happened to the poor girl.o
"Would you like TO know ma'am whnt
has happened to her?" lie leaned his eI-
how ON his desk, and seemed about to begin
his story. o.
Certainly, / would"
swell, you know when Lucy Wendall
came 10 NE, she was little demure thing.
NOT beauty, but so comey and so tidy thai
she was pretty resting place for the eye of
old or young. She was as great contrast
10 the other girls in'the shop as white is to
BLACK. she Just sat quiet in one corner and
minded her work, and took no part IN their
gabbing. You know what a parcel of girls
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