She kept what was called the "Button Museum" in Keswick, left to her by her father, who was a Mountain Guide, a collector of ferns,a fisherman, as well as a weaver, which occupation he followed always during the winter months. He had a
collection of stones, dried ferns and plants to which visitors, who valued Mr Hutton highly for his moral worth, were constantly sending him small additions,and in this way, in less than 40 years it grew into the best museum in the Lake
District. No one ever came into the museum without being told of Christ Jesus, who saves from all sin. She was true to the Lord and faithful with every soul she met; no one ever came into the museum without being told of Christ Jesus, who saves from all sin. Mr Southey (1774 - 1843), the great poet of Keswick, was then living and whenever he got anything new of his own printed he used to take her a copy for her museum.
I remember once a party of gentlemen were looking over the contents of Miss Button's museum and they admired an oil painting of the distant mountains in which Skiddaw was the noblest amongst them. They stood silently admiring it
while she repeated more to herself than to them from Isaiah "Sing 0 ye Heavens; for the Lord hath done it; shout, ye lower parts of the earth; break forth into singing ye mountains, 0 forests and every tree, for the Lord hath redeemed Jacob and glorified Himself in Israel." "Well, my dear old damey,"said one of the party, "You don't believe that old Skiddaw will ever sing, do you?". "Don't you believe the Word of God?" she asked. "Well, once for all" replied the gentleman, "I don't believe that old Skiddaw will ever sing, make what you like of it". She did not reply but said, "Will you step this way gentlemen?" They followed her into another room and she took up two small hammers and striking a set of coloured slates in a frame before her,played the Old 100th tune in the sweetest strains. They stood amazed with the liquid charming sounds
and gasped out in wonder their thanks to her. "Well now, gentlemen," she said "those sounds are produced by these stones It is part of old Skiddaw that you have been listening to."
collection of stones, dried ferns and plants to which visitors, who valued Mr Hutton highly for his moral worth, were constantly sending him small additions,and in this way, in less than 40 years it grew into the best museum in the Lake
District. No one ever came into the museum without being told of Christ Jesus, who saves from all sin. She was true to the Lord and faithful with every soul she met; no one ever came into the museum without being told of Christ Jesus, who saves from all sin. Mr Southey (1774 - 1843), the great poet of Keswick, was then living and whenever he got anything new of his own printed he used to take her a copy for her museum.
I remember once a party of gentlemen were looking over the contents of Miss Button's museum and they admired an oil painting of the distant mountains in which Skiddaw was the noblest amongst them. They stood silently admiring it
while she repeated more to herself than to them from Isaiah "Sing 0 ye Heavens; for the Lord hath done it; shout, ye lower parts of the earth; break forth into singing ye mountains, 0 forests and every tree, for the Lord hath redeemed Jacob and glorified Himself in Israel." "Well, my dear old damey,"said one of the party, "You don't believe that old Skiddaw will ever sing, do you?". "Don't you believe the Word of God?" she asked. "Well, once for all" replied the gentleman, "I don't believe that old Skiddaw will ever sing, make what you like of it". She did not reply but said, "Will you step this way gentlemen?" They followed her into another room and she took up two small hammers and striking a set of coloured slates in a frame before her,played the Old 100th tune in the sweetest strains. They stood amazed with the liquid charming sounds
and gasped out in wonder their thanks to her. "Well now, gentlemen," she said "those sounds are produced by these stones It is part of old Skiddaw that you have been listening to."
She kept what was called the "Button Museum" in Keswick, left to her by her father, who was a Mountain Guide, a collector of ferns,a fisherman, as well as a weaver, which occupation he followed always during the winter months. He had a
collection of stones, dried ferns and plants to which visitors, who valued Mr Hutton highly for his moral worth, were constantly sending him small additions,and in this way, in less than 40 years it grew into the best museum in the Lake
District. No one ever came into the museum without being told of Christ Jesus, who saves from all sin. She was true to the Lord and faithful with every soul she met; no one ever came into the museum without being told of Christ Jesus, who saves from all sin. Mr Southey (1774 - 1843), the great poet of Keswick, was then living and whenever he got anything new of his own printed he used to take her a copy for her museum.
I remember once a party of gentlemen were looking over the contents of Miss Button's museum and they admired an oil painting of the distant mountains in which Skiddaw was the noblest amongst them. They stood silently admiring it
while she repeated more to herself than to them from Isaiah "Sing 0 ye Heavens; for the Lord hath done it; shout, ye lower parts of the earth; break forth into singing ye mountains, 0 forests and every tree, for the Lord hath redeemed Jacob and glorified Himself in Israel." "Well, my dear old damey,"said one of the party, "You don't believe that old Skiddaw will ever sing, do you?". "Don't you believe the Word of God?" she asked. "Well, once for all" replied the gentleman, "I don't believe that old Skiddaw will ever sing, make what you like of it". She did not reply but said, "Will you step this way gentlemen?" They followed her into another room and she took up two small hammers and striking a set of coloured slates in a frame before her,played the Old 100th tune in the sweetest strains. They stood amazed with the liquid charming sounds
and gasped out in wonder their thanks to her. "Well now, gentlemen," she said "those sounds are produced by these stones It is part of old Skiddaw that you have been listening to."
collection of stones, dried ferns and plants to which visitors, who valued Mr Hutton highly for his moral worth, were constantly sending him small additions,and in this way, in less than 40 years it grew into the best museum in the Lake
District. No one ever came into the museum without being told of Christ Jesus, who saves from all sin. She was true to the Lord and faithful with every soul she met; no one ever came into the museum without being told of Christ Jesus, who saves from all sin. Mr Southey (1774 - 1843), the great poet of Keswick, was then living and whenever he got anything new of his own printed he used to take her a copy for her museum.
I remember once a party of gentlemen were looking over the contents of Miss Button's museum and they admired an oil painting of the distant mountains in which Skiddaw was the noblest amongst them. They stood silently admiring it
while she repeated more to herself than to them from Isaiah "Sing 0 ye Heavens; for the Lord hath done it; shout, ye lower parts of the earth; break forth into singing ye mountains, 0 forests and every tree, for the Lord hath redeemed Jacob and glorified Himself in Israel." "Well, my dear old damey,"said one of the party, "You don't believe that old Skiddaw will ever sing, do you?". "Don't you believe the Word of God?" she asked. "Well, once for all" replied the gentleman, "I don't believe that old Skiddaw will ever sing, make what you like of it". She did not reply but said, "Will you step this way gentlemen?" They followed her into another room and she took up two small hammers and striking a set of coloured slates in a frame before her,played the Old 100th tune in the sweetest strains. They stood amazed with the liquid charming sounds
and gasped out in wonder their thanks to her. "Well now, gentlemen," she said "those sounds are produced by these stones It is part of old Skiddaw that you have been listening to."
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