Litchfield enquirer., 1851-10-30
THE PALE sEAMsTREss.
BY GEORGE CANNING HILL.

P'O"NuCO NIII dh dil Ot CHo ucCpCSe hHA- iety. "I fear you have been very lone. lv." 1ot7s ea@ 9a2a. g.,
 "Indeed, I have so, Elleu,' replied sick woman, raising her head as far above the pillow as her feebleness permitted her. But I am not disposed to com plain, daughter. All my afflictions are visited upon me for my own good. l will not murmur I will rather bless God that I am still spared. I....
 Have you wanted me. today, moth er?" asked the softly sweet voice of the daughter. a9 @
 "No, child bu, if had. what then?"
 "Thst is what often think of. and it makes me heart sick whileoI am at work. 1 believe could do more, and doit bet ter, if. were not so often and so unex- pectedly s.ung with that thought. which aOiU cross my mind in spite of myself"
 "And if you had n't me to think of, then" 5ssa lrsa ha1 ggr c3 t
 70, do not talk thus. mother! Dear est mother. do not, beseech you! It only grievcs me that I can do no more to make you comfortable {; no more to make you happy: that l cannot be at your hand at the very moment when your parched lips call on me, mother! Jhis is what grieves me! It is no regret; no thought of any hardship; for. be assur- ed, every hour thatI labor for you. IS only an hour of blessed happiness to me. !"
 meant not to wound your feelings my daughter" replied the invalid moth> CT. "Come here; lean over me, and let me feel the warm breath from your nos tIls once moe upon my cheek. There, it revives me I feel warm again! I feel myself again! What news do you bring from out doors, Ellen ?" Any thing?" t"e<'''7'+ "'' '.''"''' 4
 Alas. mother none that you should know" Ef 7o #ss.- asf g1i.
 You are overmuch sad, to, night, my daughter. Tell me all you have to tell. Will you refuse 10 make confident of your own mo:her-your only parent 2"
 C But the news will only afflict you the more, mother," plead the daughter; it can do you no good"
 Docs it concern me at all 2"
 "I wish I could say of certainty that it did not" replied the daughter. 2eagf
 "Then what is it, child? Tell me"
 A glis' ening tear, that had been sailing quictly round in the girls large and dark eye. now burst over the lid and rolled si- lently down her cheek, falling upon the floor. For second, she could not meet her mothers glance.
 'tWhat IS it. Ellen?" repeated the sick mother. m aa vn4 aatE
 My wages are to. be reduced after next Monday'
 "Is that all T? But it is not worth cry ing for, child. It cannot take away the lightsomeness of your heart, can it ?''
 No. mother v but l must work so much the harder to earn our support, and of course I cannot be so much by you to do you all the service I would be happy to do. Is not that cause enough for tears, and bitter. ones, too?" 1sts4 ss
 "Still. We ought not to repine under any trials that may be imposed on us, my child" ...... ..n..... ........
 "I feel far from repining my dear mo. !her. am only grieving, and grieying at what seems so unnecessary, too. Why should l be obliged to stay away from you, and you dependent on the charita. ble vsi.s of our poor neighbors. all day long?"
 II, seems hard. Ellen,' replied the mother; "but all is meant for tEe best. Always think of that, child. Nothing can result to our final injury. in the di- rection of the good Being in whose care we all are--one as much as another. Come nearer, Ellen, and kiss me once more. and take courage again. would willingly help you earn the scanty sup port you are just able to earn now. but Providence has otherwise ordered it, Keep up stout heart-all will yet be well r ...,.r
 The young seamstress immediately threw her arms about her mothers neck and kissed it with 4ffcctionate fervor.-- Then she rose and went about few hur. ried preparations for the evening meal. which she had so long been obliged to eat alone.
 "lf you could but procure work e. nough from private hands 10 do. with- out going to the shop at all," remarked the mother. evidently pursuing train of thought that was not in the least forget. tul of the young seamstress.
 But that is impossible. mother" re- piled the latter, momentarily pausing in her work.
 Do not say that. Nothing is abso> iutely impossible. that we know of; at any rate. nothing of so simple charac- ter as that"
 "But how should procure such work? Where should beyin mother? lam per- fectly willing to try. be assured"
 ! was thinking. Have n't you some cambric kerchefs. that ynn have yet lo tiniAh for Miss Emilia Lewis 2"
 "lshall have them done within . half hour after ] gsl through supper" |