iiiil = ■*¥ ; M iii!i !gi SECONl> SERIES.— No. 6. THE SS^^^IS^ OF K NEW i. uitja.: GGINS & KELLOGG, 123 & 125 William St i TOE IBAiMU'ff OF flEAWMIEIEII NEW YORK: KIGGINS & KELLOGG, 123 5. 125 William St BBH'V mm BASiE OF STRAA¥BERRIES, -^^^^ On one of the fine roads which lead from Boston to its many beautiful suburbs, is an agreeable residence, called by its possessor the Hermitagf-^ At the time the folio win or inci- dent occurred, it was early im the year — -the season when is gathered the first strawberries which are sold in the city. Lucy, the daughter of a rich merchant of Boston, the pro* 4 THE BASKET prietor and occupant of the Hermitage, was sitting, late in the afternoon of a chilly spring day, close by a good fire, in one of the comfortable chairs with which the parlor was fur- nished. She had been read- ing, and, becoming sleepy, had dropped into a gentle slumber. She was just dreaming of spending, for a useless orna- ment for the head, a dollar which her father had that af- ternoon given her, as a slight reward for some good manage- ment on her part in the house- hold economy, when she was suddenly awoke by a cry in the avenue ; and, looking out the window, she saw a bareheaded little girl, who had stumbled, and, in saving herself from fall- wm OF STRAWBERRIES. b ing, had scattered several bas- kets of strawberries, wliicli she had carried on her head. The tears flowed plentifally down the cheeks of poor Rosetta, for that was the young girl's name, ** Oh, my poor mother ! you had only these to gain a sup- port. Oh, my poor sick father; what will become of you !'' Her touching words deeply affected the heart of Lucy. *^ Little girl,'' said she, beck- oning to her, '' what were the strawberries wortli, the loss of which you so much lament V^ " There is only one basketful left uninjured out of six ; they were all worth a dollar, and that is more than I could earn in a month ! Oh ! what will become of my poor parents !" f THE BASKET ^^ K34i OF STRAWBERRFES. 7 '^ Oh, do not cry/' said Lucy; '' give me that one, and take this dollar. You say it is just their value, and how o;lad I am to make a o^ood use of it." Ro- setta o;ave the remaiiiino; has- ket, received the money with a grateful and happy heart, and then I'eturned to her parents. Rosetta's father was in fee- ble health, confined to the house, where he sat shivering over the scanty fire, while her mother had to avail herself of every honest means that lay in her power, to procure a sub- sistence ; and with Rosetta's assistance, they were barely enabled to live from day to day. And a gi'eat assistance she was, for she shrank fi*om no labor, no matter what tb9 ■"■"•^^^Dwiiwajai^aRaiiwiBiSfiHBM!? 8 THE BASKET l'!!l ■i;^^ i'l'l! W ill i^%#^^ffcfc II !i j^! OF STRAWBERRIES. 9 exposure or fatigue attending it might be, providing she by that means made her mother's task lighter, or her father's sit- uation more comfortable. Oft- en could she be seen brmging soft water from a pure stream, some distance from the house, to enable her mother to get throuG^h her washing: with less labor. Often, on a cold autumn day, when they were suffering from want of fuel, and the chill November wind was finding its way through the many crevices into their ill-protected apart- ments, rendering their situation still m.ore uncomfortable, she would start out and go a fuJl half-mile to the woods, gather a bundle of sticks from the brushwood and broken branch* ■■m 10 THE BASKET L>::^^-- "-■ es, and bring them home on her head. But to return to the Hermi- tagc^ Lucy, wishmg to kee]) her good deed a secret, carried the purchased strawberries to OF STRAWBERRIES. 11 her chamber. Her father hacl^ however, observed all that had passed from his wiiidov^, and. w^hen the hght-hearted little girl ran down stairs to her mothei*, he took the basket of strawberries quietly to his own room. On joining his family in the parlor, he mentioned that he expected a party of fi'iends, with several strangers of distinction, to dine with him on the following day ; and de- sired that nothino; should be wanting in the entertainment. After chatting witli her parents for some time, Lucy returned to her chamber, to enjoy some of her strawberries, which she expected to find the best she had ever eaten. But alas ! they were nowhere to b4^ 12 THE BASKET found ; and the questions she asked of the servants were so indu^ect that they could not even guess what she referred to. On the following day the company assembled. A most sumptuous dessert was pre- sented. It was composed of every invention of luxury ; the most delicious sweetmeats, ices a V Italienne^ and pyramids of various fruits. But every one remarked the absence of straw- berries, which at this season were rare. Just then a ser- vant entered with Lucy's lost basket, and placed it on a ped- estal of flowers which stood in the centre of the table, Full of delighted surprise, she ut- tered an of exclamation of joy, and her face, covered with OF STRAWBERRIES. 13 blushes, revealed that some mystery was connected with the basket. Her father ex- plained it, adding, '' I could not think of offering any other strawberries to my friends ; for even a porcelain vase, filled with the most uncommon fruits, could not be compared with the simple basket of Rosetta.'' Everyone warmly commended Lucy, and insisted on her dis- tributing the contents of the basket with her own hands ; and when it was emptied, what was her delight and astonish- ment to find a coral necklace, with a gold locket, set with pearls, on which was engraved, '' RosETTA to her benefac- ti'ess," J 14 LUCY I,UCKLESS. LUCY LUCKLESS, m^M^^^ ^^Oh, what an unfortunate girl I am ! Betty has broken my beautiful, large, china pitch- er, which father gave me last Christmas, with my rrame on it, in large gilt letters."— ^^ I told you yesterday, Lucy, it would happen, if you sent her with it 3o often to the spring, instead of giving her the stone one/^ ■■■■iBHHHMaBi^iiBaWHMMm^ LUCY LUCKLESS. 15 , " I am so unlucky ! the bell is ringing, and I can not find my geography." ^' You left it lying on the ta- ble last nio^ht, Lucv." ^' My beautiful geranium !" ciied Lucy ; " the frost has killed it. Anna Mansfield's is fresh and green — but that is just the way — everything that belongs to me dies or is ru- ined." Lucy did not remem- ber that she left her geranium in the piazza all night. '' This is black Monday/' said Lucy ; " I was too late foi prayers, and father looked an- gry at me : then I could not find my bag, and was tardy — then one of the girls upset my inkstand on my writing-book, and the dog tore up my exer- 16 LUCY LUCKLESS. cises ; and I could not take tea at my aunt's, because I had not a dress fit to be seen." Poor Lucy ! She no doubt is very unhappy ; but if she had risen half an hour earlier, she would have been in time for prayers, and if she had put her bag in a proper place on Saturday, it v^ould have been there on Monday. If her ink- stand had been in its place, it could not have been knocked over. Was the floor a place for her exercises ? If she had attended to her wardrobe on Saturday, before she went to svalk, she might have taken tea with her aunt. 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