Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1867-04-11

ported that she was talented yeuns
authoress. Soon after Mr. Maynard
gratified their curiosity by walking
into church with his young wife
leaning on his arm. She was a lady
of great intellectual beauty, and ev
erybody was deeply interested in the
young minister and his wife. The
following week the young ladies
flocked in to see her, and she prom,
ised to meet them at the next gather.
ing of the sewing circle.
The day arrived, and although il
was quite stormy, Mrs. Deacon
Browns parlor was filled with smil-
ing faces. The Deacon's carriage
was sent to the parsonage after Mrs
Maynard, and in due time it arrived,
bringing the lady within it. The
shaking of hands that followed her
arrival can be imagined by those on
ly who have been present upon such
occasions.
How are you pleased with our vii
lage, asked Mrs. Britton, after the
opening exercises were over, as
she took seat beside Mrs. May
nard.
like the appearance much; it has
improved wonderfully within the last
twelve years.
Were you ever in B before?
inquired another lady, as those
around locked somewhat surprised.
l was here few months when a
child, replied Mrs. Maynard.
Their curiosity was excited.
Have you any friends here? asked
third after moments silence.
/ haYe not. 1 resided with my
mother widow Lee. We lived in a
cottage which stood upon the spot
now occupied by large storehouse
on the corner of Pine street.
The widow Lee? repeated Mrs.
Britton, l Fell remember the cot
tage, but 1 don't recollect the name.
l think 1 attended school with you
at the academy, replied Mrs. May
nard, you were Miss Mary Lark, were
you not?
That was my name, replied the Ia
dy as smile passed over her fea-
lures at being recognized, but l am
really ashamed that my memory has
proved so recreant.
The smile faded from the face of
Mrs. Britton, and deep blush over
spread her features, which in few
moments was seen deepening upon
the faces of others present. There
was a silence for some minutes
When Mrs. Maynard. locked up she
found that she had caused conside
rable disturbance among the ladies
Of her own age by making herself
known.
Oh! I remember very well when
the little Calico Cloak went to the
academy said an old lady, as she
looked over her glasses, and think,
if my memory serves me right, some
of the ladies present owe Mrs. May
nard an apology
l had no intention whatever ladies,
replied Mrs. Maynard, to repreve
any one present by making myself
known; but as it may seem to some
that such was my intention, will add
few words. Most Of the young Ia
dies well remember the little 'Calico
Cloak" but no one but the wearer
knew how deeply each unkind word
pierced the little heart that beat be-
meath it. AS 1 again hear the old
academy bell ring, i! brings back to
my mind the sorrows of childhood.
But let no lady mistake me by sup
posing that l cherish any unkind feel
ing toward any one. know that,
whatever the past may have been
you are now my friends. But ladies
let me add, if you have any children,
learn them a lesson from my expert
ence, and treat kindly the poor and
despised. A calico cloak may cover
heart as warm with affection and as
sensitive with sorrow, as one that
beats beneath velvet covering
Wherever you meet a child that
shows a disposition to despise the
poor, tell it the story of the little
ssCalico Cloak" will carry its own
moral with it. That is the shortest
but the best sermon ever heard, said
the old lady again, as she put her
handkerchief under her glasses, and
I don't believe it will be lost by any
of US.
The cid lady was right. The story
went from one to another, until it
found its way into the academy.
At that very time little boy was
attending school there, whose moth
er was struggling with her needle to
give him an education. The boys Of
ten made sport of his patched knees
and elbows, and he would run home
to his mother. But when the Calico
Cloak reached the scholars, the little
boys flor he was naturally noble
hearted child) became very kind to
little Patchy When Mrs. Maynard
heard the story of little Patchy, she
said she was we'll repaid for all she
herself had suffered in her childhood.
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