The Literary echo, and Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1851-1854, 1851-09-04

at last got about money enough to buy al
pretty good one (; my daughter and myself
headed the subscription with one dollar.
Mrs. Morris began to murmer her thanks
for the intended kindness, and said she
had needed such dress for some time.
But, said Mrs. Horton, we have heard
that you intended cutting up your old one
for Susan, and We don't think it would
be the most economical plan; delalnes
and calicoes are gOOd ea0ugb tOr my chlI-I
dren to wear when they are young, and we
ladies have concluded about it, and think
you had better keep the old one, to save
the new, in that case we will get you dress,
and good one, for don't think Susan is
old enough to take care Of a silk dress.
cannot promise, Mrs. Horton, said
Mrs. Morris, a rosy hue tingling her check,
to be governed altogether by the ladies, in
regulating the wardrobe of my children, !
ought to be the best judge of their wants.
Very well, Mrs Morris-and the fat
lady seemed to grow warm in the face
very well if you don't choose to accept a
dress from us, we will not make any fur
ther effort. We have had minister's fam
lilies here who had some gratitude and were
willing to be advised. Mary, my daugh-
ter shall we go?
Poor Mrs. Norris began to be frighten-
cd at the amount of spirit she had man
ifested, and she now attempted in the way
of an apology.
The ladies are very kind to think of me
| assure you, madam; am very great
full for
Mrs. Horton interrupted the indignant
lady, you seem to know best [ am very
happy that you can be so Independent. -
Mary, my daughter, cOme-good morning
Mrs. Morris.
Oh, with longing for the wings of a
dove did Mrs. Morris 20 to her neglected
nursery her husband had just returned
from his long walk, and pale and exhaust
ed, had thrown himself on the lounge.
Hc is wearing his life away, thought she,
and we are both neglecting our children,
and yet We are called ungrateful and
spies are placed at our house our home
is no home it belongs to the parish and
yet they abuse their own property we
try to do right, but people are constantly
finding fault. Mrs. Morris meditations
were soon interrupted by young girl.
Mrs. Morris, mother to wants know if you
will let her have some green tea she
aint got none and Miss buttons to our
house to tea and she can't drink black
A visit from some member of this bor-
rowing family was daily occurrence.
Coffee, tea, sugar, flour, ginger, all arti-
clcs used in housekeeping, went in a
small blue cup, or large tin pail, from
the parsonage to this family, many times a
week, but nothing of the kind ever travell-
cd back. Why the minister had seven
hundred dollars year.
So Abby, Mrs. Dutton is visiting your
mother this evening; thought she was
going to Mrs. Cutters
Well l guess she was, but they wasn't
to home, she said she was here to dinner,
and she had real nice one, but she said
she shouldn't think you could live on your
salary, you are SO extravagant (; you had
two sorts of meat and real rich pics
Mother wants to know too, if you will let
her have some meal for hot cakes in the
morning Samy'll bring over pail.
Is it not cruel, dear husband, said Mrs
Morris, when / tried so much to please
Miss Dutton. I knew she was fault fin
der; let us do as well as our circumstances
will allow, let us act from the kindest mo-
tives, let us deny ourselves to crafty 9TH
crs, and we are blamed; but must we al
ways be watched and worried in our own
home
Mary, dear, said the husband, we will
try to do right, if we are blessed we will
try to please our heavenly father. You
must have bold heart, Mary, where
right is concerned, and not suffer trifes to
make you miserable. Look beyond, dear
est, there lies the charm which will drive
away all evil.
There was timid rap at the nursery
door, and moment after pale little gil
very poorly clad entered the room.
Mother sent you these, said tho child,
in low sweet voice.
Mrs. Morris looked at her with surprise,
for she was the daughter of a man who