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"butt' E Greatest Of These Is Charity."

"butt' E Greatest Of These Is Charity." image
Parent Issue
Day
14
Month
February
Year
1862
Copyright
Public Domain
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An incident m the me or a yewig man tu tliis éity caniG to our kiiowlidge the ollicr day, whk-h from tbc spice of romance it contains, as well as an illust.rutior. of what a vast amoiint of goed a sliglit bestoval of charity sometiines does, tnakex it wortliy of ïfoord. As tlio jréang clerk and a fr'crd wcro passing liattiiy tlirough BrnJ street, oie raw, eliilly day standing uear tlio cnn.'er of India streef, as tliey turnod to gf down the wliai'f, was a poor old wuninn, thinly ciad in a calieo dress, tatterod 'Ik nu' t Mid shawl, huiding on her arm a sin all basket in wliiqh were a few uniuviting looking apples, whicb slie vainly oflered to the burrying pci'estriars that passed her. Her btiickniglcf-s fVct. (hrmst iuto old slippers, and U few threads of white hair scuttured over ;tr furcluii'l, slie stood slilveiiii'j in the keen scareliins; wind as :ur two d.rks drew ücar. " l'oor old womau !'' said one as he approached the poor creaturc, and with a Budden impulse lie plunged his band into his pocket, and grasping every cent it coutained, tlirew it into lier bakut - the old woman's "God bloss you ! ' foUowing bim on the frosty air as he rapidly passrd away. Ilis companion wl.o witnessed the act, ejaeulatcd at the moment of its performance - " Bill, you are a fooi to tlirow your money away ia that raanner on gtrect beggars " " Perhaps I om," said the ot'ucr, " but I coukl not help it ; slie may he an impostor, but I do not belicvc it."' Tbe next day the matter was forgotten, and indeed might nevor have been remembered again had it not boen brought to mind in the following niauner : The r;ext sumnier, one day, as the young map was busy ever his ledgers in an inner couuting room at his ernployer's store, he was summoued to the outer office by the message that some one wishcd to see him. öoiug out, he saw finn lookroa saiior, in nautical costumc, who eyed him closely as he approache.l. " D.d you wisli to see me, sir V' " [s your name William .'' " Yes,sir, tbat's niy name." " Blue eyes, light complexion, stands straight, speaks juick," said the saiior, half soliloquizing. " Yes, you must bo the man, you look just like it," said the tar. "Just like wint?1' said the young man, a littlc surprised, " Why, I'll teil you ! Overhaul your log and teil me if jon recolleet seeing a poor old woinan, abcut ten months ago, shivering in the cold in Broad street, and trying to sell a few appLs to lïsep her frora starving, aud you threw a dollar and a half in silvor change into her basket and walked on - you did - didn't you - you can remember it, can't you ?" said the saiior, with feverish anxiety. Somewhat staggered b' the questioner's eaierness, it was a moment or two jefore the young man could cojlopt bis ;houghts, when he replied that he did eeolleet throwing sonae change into a oor woman's basket, but that the cirutnstance had passed out of his meinry. " Ali ! but slie Lasn'i forgotteu !'' said :be sailor wariuly, " but dü you rccollect vhat the man that walked with you said ?" ho nquired. " Why, yes, now that I recal! the cir3utnstanoe, I thiuk I do. He said, 'Bill ivhat a fooi you ara to throw.your money away.' " " That provos !t," said the sailor, joyfully, and dashing iiis hat on the floor ho seized the young njaa by Mie hand, witli a hcarty grasp, saying, '' God b'.css your soul, sir ! you saved my mother's life, you did - I krjew you must be the man," coiitinued he to the astóiísliod clerk, " the moment I set my eyes on you : why, bless vour generous hoart, tliit poor old womau was my motlier," suid tlie sailor, a b'g tear running over his brown chetk." .Drawing his guest asido, the elerk learued that he was secoud mate of a sbip now in port ; that he had been gearching fbr his mother's benefactor for nearly tliree weeks upon almost evcry wharf in that part of the city ; that jad been taken fiick in a foreign poit, lis mothcr had heard nothing frora liim, uk', was deprived of the provisio i he had nade fur her support durii g his abjencc ; that ospeclin'g to haaf trom hira he managed, by various ineatis to t-kft jut an existence till the chili inonth of Xoveniber found her without food, fire, Diclothiiif, nr.d drove her to the strect to procure thëm ; that the hnnlful of chango whicli t'ie young man rhréw in to her banket procurcd lier necesáñHes till other nioans fbrttv.iately reached her. Iu answer to trie clerk's ii i[uiry as to wliat cluo ho hud to direct hito, he replied - "My mether tnarkcd you. sir, although you walken off Bó tiüi k!y, and the dcscription of the coloi' of yonr oyes ntS8 Kair, and of your heiglii, aro correct - Furthermore, slie fieard your cmjipanioo cali you 'Bill,' aiul say soniërtüng a'bout the wharf ; o I concUiáed you must be in a store on tlio wla:f; so I've boon into every store on t'io wharve wtirri thcre were ar.y W'il'iaius and ovprhaii'el about two ilszii ' l'l!s,: hut didn't run alongside the true Eill till I fotirid you sir. "Tl.ero," co'ieluded tlie sailor, "tliat is my yarn. I feit I oouM not rrst pasy till Í thanked you- and that's wliit T'vi? catled to do. My old mother s wi'ri providod for nnw, and I'n scvoni! mallo of a big ship. tt.nl bless you ?ir! l'll nevor forget your narao, and m:iy you aever know what it is to be poor !" And the sailor wrung the hand of his benefuetor, whose heart glowcd with tho richness of the poor niitn's blessing as he departed. - All. Eve Journal. DitfNER Iannkrs. - Mr. Weed is sceing "good society" in Euiopc. a: d thus alindes to the behavior of English gentlemen at their roast beef: One pecuiiarity, in the "good s cicty'' of London, strikes meas worthy of revnark. It is ie compaiatively sm 11 quantity of Wine frnbibeo af dit n rs, r.nl the entlre avoidar.ee of "pmiill ta'k'' about the opo, vintage, quality, &e, Sar, of wi-us. Hcro, the various wincs aro served and drank, moderatelv, wit' out remark. A gLiss of palo sherry after sonp, One or two gl;'.s-O' of cl arip-igne with the meat conrees, a 1 1 iss if claivt. or hoek with tl. e deíwerfc, ard a glafs of madcria or 'p u-t altir the removal of the cloth, is the exhnt of wine áíinking, and many gentlemen sip rtitlirr tlian "tnke off" tlie contctits of ilieir gflssse. - 'J'h" üii'y rem:irk about wtnos I liavo heard, at tablo, v:as at Sir J. Emerson Tennaiu'á, who ohserving that at a provious dinner I drank Maderio, had placed a deoan'er of "tlu ol(." (vide Cap a-i Cuttlc) at my right hai d, with thoienark, "You prefer Maderin." I sp k: of the ibstinenee of English genllcn en, whero I was breakfisting t'iis mnruing, te wliieli a friend replied, "we have refoftned our habits in this rrtpe t, partly from improved taste - proterring the light to the heavy wines; but on account of the tender toca and rheumatic finge you sie among us." J5T" Be ci'lm while your adversiry frets and rages, and you can warm your elf at his firs.

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