Genuine

Modesty is a precious grace, so precioua and withal so rare that some who have it cannot bear to liide it under a tíushel. What is a man's light good for, if he does not let it shine? Suich a person was lately holding f orth af ter dinner. "Nearly all charitable acts," said he, "have vanity as their motive. For my part, I bate ostentation. I remember once when I was travöiing in the southern part of the state, where nobody knew me, I carne upon a lonely little way station, where, in the waiting room, there waa fastened to the wall a contribution box for the benefit of sufferers f rom a recent flood. "There was not a soul there; nooody saw me or knew my name, and I went and dropped a five dollar gold piece into the box and slipped away unseen, unknown. "Now, sir, what I contend is that my secret offering was a more meritorious one, intrinsically considered, than if it had been made on the public subscription list, with a loud flourish of trumpets." "You are quite right," said one of his hearers. "That was genuine modest charity, and I don't wonder that you brag of ""