A circle of richly-dressed young people were gathered about a, stove in a ferryhouse awaiting rather impatiently a delayed boat. A shabbily-dressed oíd man who was standing back in the cold, volunteered soine civil remark in a pleasant tone, but nis only reply was a cold stare and an oceasionaï sneer at nis iags from one and another of the group. Oh, how those glances pierced through the worn coat, to the very depths of the old man's heart. More cutting than tho fiercest blasts of the north wind are the shafts of ridicule. Tbe old man quickly drew back with a hopeless, dejected air, shutting back the misery in his own bosom which this thoughtless, unfeeling conduct had occasioned. A youth, sitting apart from the rest, had read, with a glance of his honest eyes, the whole story. He saw the pain which was traced on the furrowed brow, and an answering throb was awakened in his own bosom. Drawing nearer, he gave him a suitablo and respectful answer to his remark, and drew him into a little further conversation. It was delightful to see the quick and glad surprise which lighted the old man's eye at this attention. The unkindness of the moment before was forgotten, so were his age and infirmities, and he seemed to feel that ho was not so wholly cut off from. the sympathies of the world as he had just now tseemed. Be kind little ladies and gentlemen to everybody, answering in so far as you can, in a civil and respectful manner, civil and respectful questions, when put by either rich or poor.