Delaware gazette. [volume] (Delaware, Ohio) 1855-1886, 1862-04-04
VOL. Xiv.
LUCY HINCRcLIFF.

daily g0verness, and was 10 the act OF pluck
ing a rose to adorn Der bosom, before she set
out toenter upon a days routine. She cast
her eyes around the modest garden-it was a
very modest, very little garden-Iooked up at
the lark once more, received the last note OF
its song into her soal-smiled as the gray
headed mother ID thepinched widows cap who
was standing at the window waved her a3ieus,
aud closed the small gate after her.
There was not in all the suburb in which
we lived a better girl, prettier girl, a more
loving, more dutifal daughter than Lucy
HiBcbeHE She first attracted our attention
when we went, with cur satchel on our back,
willing CROUCH, to school. She was younger
by two years than ourselves little timid
thing, IS we remember her, She had a father
at one time, but we could see that the old man
was po0; and once We were prompted to offer
some of our Victuals which we bore In our
bag, tfr we dinel at SCHOOL, hearing that she
had not enough to eat at home, it was only a
boys thought, and now we are more happy
that we did not commit ourselves By the in
suit, than if we had realized our early dreams,
those bubbles bred il the childs active mind.
Her Gaher died, and they became poorer.
A rich uncle took Lucy away to bestow upon
her a superior education. 1t was all he could
do for her, he said; though he kept his carriage
and bis servants, and cast bread TO the dogs
She returned to her mother after three years,
to aid their mutual support by teaching.
Who knows, beside themselves, the bitter
ness of the bread they eat? The fine mistress
may not irown too severely upon her cook or
footman They would resent it; and would
seek another place. But the poor governess-
That she viii resign her place is not to be ap-
pretended. Aud are there not dozens-scOres
who would be glad to succeed her if she gave
herself airs There are tragedies in real life
more sad 10 witness than any histriOaic art,
and the lie of the day goVeraess, in meagre
Circumstances, is one whole tragedy
Lucy Hinchelif closed the garden gate and
passed from her mothers sight. 1t was fine
morning, and she was early. She had, there
times obliged to do. She felt very glad that
the morning was 6ne, for, to tell the homey
truth, her shoes-well nigA worn eut--were
far from being waterproof. She had sat all
day with vet Geet once befire, from the same
cause, and much need she had to be careful of
her health for her mothers sake. She had
lew acquaiatauecs on the road she traversed--
though she vas as fAE4lliar as tAeIr own chill
dreu's facesto all the small tradesmen- They
saw her Iass so regularly, InJrning aud even
ing. The gteen-grocer would frequently tell
his wife thatit was time to get the breakfast,
for the yasng la,Ls with the music paper was
abroad. The toll gate keeper was Lucy's only
/ speaking acquaintance of the male sex. He
! had always a kind word for her. Nor did
/ Lucy fail 10 ask him after the child that was
scalded--a iIightfnl accident that-or whether
his eldest girl was at service yet, and other
little queries. There she goes" the man
1 would say waea she turned from him. "Hers
is u hard lie, poor thing?"
Not hard at all, Mister AarteD," retorted
Dame Wringinen on one occasion. Hard,
indeed! think she has got a very easy berth
ont. Put her over the washing tub. and give
her three or four old counterpaues for a morn
/ ings work, and see what she'd make OF"
''Ah, you don't know all p said the toll keep
or significantly. And be was right.
The lady at whose house Lucy commenced
the insuuctionsorthc day was a very nervous
person; she was extremely irrascible Lucy,
knock oftnededher. she hated single knocks
Once in fit Of fOrgetfLlncss, the governes;
gave palpitatng double knock, and theI
Mrs Robert Smith was astonishcd at her pre-
sumptiou.-Mis Miss, forget your nam'
-" Mrs. Robert Smith often contrived tl
forget a name which was the property of al
humble dependSAi, and was so much bette
than her own.
"Hnchcliif, uaam, prompted Lucy, on tn,
occasion referred to-
~Ah, Miss Hneheliff Well, Miss llinch
cliff, ii, for the flture, you would not give
double knock, ygu would oblige inc. l rcall,
thought it was visitors; and as l am very dis
ha5ille, it sets ne all in flutter You shoulC
consider my nrves, Miss Hiuchcliff."
Poor Lucy If she could have afforded t
be SO much in Eshion as to own 10 the posses
sion of nerves, he lady's nervousness woul
, have infected be-.
Now, Miss Hinchclif,' said Mrs. Rober
Smith when the governess had taken off he
, bonnet and shawl on the morning We made he
: acquaintance, asre you up in those new quad
: rills yet?"
4 Il am very sorry, madam, but have been S
! much engaged only took them nome th
4 day before yesterday, and so little OF my tim
Il is my own"
q We'll, Miss Hinchclif, of course, if 70
= hove so many engagements, and my dear chi
dren are TO be neglected on that account,
will be Mr.. Robert Smiths duty TO seek al
other responsible person, whose engagement
are not so numeros. You cannot object t
that am sure"
= oh, ma'am, vas Lucy's faltering repl
, Il am too happy o be employed by you.
u will be sure TO get the quadrilles ready by t.
4 morrow"
le God pity her She spoke the truth. 81
= = was too happy tobe employed by Mrs. .RoRe
III Smith.
- i will excuse gou this time, Miss Hinc
u cliff" said the ladh conciliated by Lucy's a
l swer, but l shall certainly expect the qua
ie rifles tomorrow. l think you said when y
A. first ergaged you hat you taught Italian
{ Priscilla is to lean it.''
y al shall be INST happy, maam," replit
u' Lucy, brightenineup.
Mr. Robert Saith says he has read-he
~ ~ great reader, yosknow-that there are son
I' very pretty Poennin Italian--though gh he ca
u ed one by shocking name--a kind of pla
ge house thing"
y w hich was tha ma am ~ inquired LuC
~ mentally reSertinsto Goldoni aud Metastati
:, :: You know Of purse-the pretty Italil
el- poem, with the pIshouse name
80. DO you mean Dantes Divina Comes
M ma'am?
% YES; that is itia very pretty poem, is
- 1T is considereds very fine poem, ma's1
1 pe ''4es, pretty or fie, that's what Mr.. Robe
y Smith called 1t; thogh think if 'tis con
dy it shouldn't be cslisd Divine
of Lucy assured tbelss., ~ m. T)iyina {