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. 11E S NONE!, THE WORST JfOR THAT!
i , ; What thoueh the homeipon ault h weri " '
Baal suited lo the tons of toil-r , , ,.
t ' : What though on ooanust food he faros, " ,
Vi Aid tends the loom, or tills the soiW-
. What thongtt no gold lHf gilds tbe toioe,
. ';'' ' DeTOtetl to cojiifonial c:ih ;
" ?U0 uiall K- - tl vtuiafc lr liiiit.
f u-- ,,i A; . u:s . ' ' '
What.tbmigh within hla humble cot ! -ui
N costly ornament It seen
' V What though bis wife possesses not,
What though the morrr household band
Her satin gowns or biaca ana green-? ;
i i Hairnakee aj to oaii ana Bat ' '
If conscience guides the heart and hand, '
- The man Is uooe the worse for that.
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True worth Is not a thing of dress
Of spleudor, wealth, or classic lore;
Would that these trappings we loved leas,
And clung to honest worth the morel
Though pride may spurn tbe wiling crowd,
- Tbe faded garb, the napless hat, ;
Yet God and Nature cry aloud :
i The man Is none tbe worse for that. '
The New Year's Gift.
('i'- .! ',;-. '. BY T.SvAKIHUR.'. ('"
j " I don't mind the ntirt bo much,"
said George, afief he had' recovered
' himsolf, 4' but' I Won't be' able to do
. anything at the mill until it gets well."
v ' Can't I go and work in his place,
r mamma t"' spoke . up1 tjuickly, little
Emma, just in her tenth year.-,
Mrs. Foster kissed the earnest face
ltof her child,: and said :vf
ui V No dear; you are not old enough."
tV I'm nine, and most as big as
n George, j ! Yes, ! mamma,; I'm big
. enough. ; Won't you go and ask
f them to let me com '' and work in
j brother'a place till he gets well ?"
j ; The mother; her heart almost burst
i ing with many conflicting emotions,
;drew tbe childs head down upon her
f bosom, and held it tightly against her
.. heart. I. i nr: "' 'h-- t
..(ii The time of severer' trial was evi
dently drawing near. . Almost the last
resource was cut;off, in the injury her
,, boy j had sustained. ; , She : had' not
looked at his hand, nor, did she cpm
'i prehend the, extent of damage it had
.received., It waa enough, and more
;than enough, that it was badly hurt
IjBOnbadly, that , a, physician had been
required to dress it How the mother's
heart did aohq aa she thought of the
i hpr noor bov had suffered, and
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might yet bet doomed to sufier.'' And
yec, amiu inis pain, came iiuruuiug
the thought, which she tried to repel
as V seifiish thought, that he' could
w rk no more', and earn ho more, for,
Yes, the period of a severer trial had
evidently coino. bhe did not permit
herself even to hope that her husband,
when he returned, would brl rig with
him enough money to pay. the rent.
She knew, too welU that he would hot;
and she also knew, alasl too well, that
the man at whose tender mercies they
would then be exposed, had no bow
els of compassion. ' , ' ' ' , .!
.: Wet with many tears was(the pillow
upon which the mother's ,head im
posed that night... She was too weary
in body, and , sorrowful in mind, rto
sleePv ;:!':. ' -i ;'
: On the next morning, a deep snow
lay - upon the, ground. To some,, a
8ight of the earth's jmre, while cover
ing1 was pleasant, and they,conld look
upon the flakes still falling gracefully
through the air, with a feeling of ex-hilartion-.
But they had food an 3 fuel
in ,8iore--they had warm clothing
they had pomfortable homes. There
was no fear ,of cold and hunger with
them no ; dread of being sent forth,
shelterless ia the chilling winter. It
was different with Mrs. Foster, when
she looked from her window, at day
light.f i .-i: , .;.. . !, m'-'-i '
George had ' been-restless, and
moaned a good deal through the .
night ; but now he slept soundly and
there was a : bright flush upon his
cheeks. With what a feeling oi ten
derness: and yearning pity did his
mother bend over him, and gaze into
hi9fair face, fairer , now than it had
ever looked to her. But- she could
not linger long over her sleeping boy.
W ith the daylight, unrefreshed as she
was, came her -J never ending, still
beginning "f toil 5 ;and now she felt
that she must toil .harder and longer,
and without hope. ,, , i
, Though.little Emma's offer to go
and. work in the mill , in her brother's
place, had passed from the thought of
Mrs. Foster, yet the child had been
, w --fc..-. -, - - j ,
too much in earnest to forget it her
as she wa.
pressure of 'circumstances py whfch
she was surrounded,' hnd iiude her
comprehend,1 clearly, the
worn uauy in me mm. &iie knew
that he earned a ( ollar and a half
weeKiy ; anu fine understood .very
well, that without, this income her
mother would be greatly distressed. '
' "After she, had euten her' breakfast
of bread and milu, the child went ud
stairs and got an old pair of stockings
wntcrt sne drew qn over her shoes,
that hadlongbeen so worn a3 to afford,
but little protection to her feet ; and
then taking from a closet an old shawl
drew it over her head. Thus attired,
she waited at the head ,of the stairs
until her mother was out of the way,
and then went, quietly down. ..She
managed to' leave the house without
being seen by any one, and took her
way through the deep , nd untracked
snow, towards the mill, whict was
about a quarter of a mi le off. The air
was bitter cold,' and the' storm still
continued ; but the child plodded on,
chilled to the very heart as she,, soon
was, , and, at length,' almost frozen;
reached the mill. The owner had
observed her approach1 from the win
dow, and wondering who she was, or
what brought so small a child to' 'the
mill through the cold and storm; went
down to meet her. ' '' 1 " '
"Bless me! littleoner he'said,
lifting her from the ground, and plac
ing her within the door. ' " Who are
you, and what do you want ?" , , : ;
(''I'm, George's sister, and I've
come to work in his place till he gets
well,", replied the child, as she $tood
with shivering body and 1 chattering
teeth, looking up earnestly into the
man's face. ' :;
" George Foster's sister V f '',
" Yes, sir. His hand's hurt -so he
can't work, and I've come to work in
his place." , ' - i
" You have, who sent you, pray ?"
"Nobody sent me." . i; ; f, :
. " Does, your mother, know . about
1 No, sir.','
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' '" Why dq you' want , to wbrk,' iu
George's place ?" , ' ";)
v ." If I daf theit you'll send mother
a dollar and . ha1 If every 'week, Won't
you?- ' - " - k, ' ;; ';
, 'Ibe owner of the mill wasa kind
hearted jnan, and this little incident
touched his feelings. . .' . ' ; " 1
," .You' are .not big ehpugh to work
id the'niili, my,elii1d',;'he said, kindly.
.', !,.rjnUineycar oy,'''f,repiied.'Em
ma, -ouickly,' ,;' Qli yes I, I cnn.jwffrk
as -wep 'as dny body, .. Dp jet mccome
in George's place ! wonjt jour", ,.,
;. Emma had not. been gone very loh"
before. she whs- missed,.' - Her mother
bad bqeome quite, alarmed 'about her,
when she, heard sleigi-bells at' the
door, arjd looking, out, aw the owner
of the mill. und herchjld. , Wonder
ing what this could, mean. sl.e went
out to .meet thera.v ;,.. ;t
. This little runaway ofyours," said
the man, in a nlc&iunt voice, " came
wading over to th mill this morning,
through' the uow, and wanted to take
the place of George, who was so badly
hurt yesterday, in order that you
might get,' as she said, a. dollar and u
hlff!Vfcry week.J.. uL!,: ;,:ru,:
, , ". Why,' Kinma r excraimeJ-fief
mother, as she lifted her from the
sleigh. " How ctuld you do' so ?
You are not old enough to work in
your brother's place. ,': j
".Besides,'-' said the man, "there
is no need of your doing so; for George
shall have his dollar and a half, the
same as ever, until he is able to go
to work itgain,. So then, my little one,
Set your heurt at rest." . ' ,
, Emma understood this ivery well,
and bounded away into the house to
take the good hews to her brother, who
waa as much rejoiced as herself. After
inquiring about George, and repeat
ing to Mrs. Foster, what he had said
to Dmraa, he told her that he would
pay the doctor for attending the fad,
so that the accident needn't : prove a
burden to, her. ; ,;., ., .;
, , The heart of Mrs. Foster .lifted it
self thankfully as she went back into
the, house,' ,: ; , ',: ,,
.,,'VDon't scold her mother." sbid
George. : f Slie thought she was doing
Tight.!?,, . : . .. ,,,;,, :,.
This appeal, so earnestly made,
quite.broke down the feelings of Mrs.
Foster,, and she , went quickly; into
another room, and closing the door
After, her,, sat down by the bedside,
and burying her face in a pillow, suf
fered her tears to flow freely. Scold
the child I , She felt more like taking
her in her arms, and hugging her pas
sionately to her boson).. 7,' V
- i.o know that the smalt income her
boy's labor had produced, was not to
be cut off, proved a great relief to the
mind of, Mrs. Foster i. but in a little
while, her thoughts went; back to the
landlord's threat, and the real distress
and hopelessness of their situation.
To the period of her husband's re
turn, she looked with no- feeling, ,'of
hope ; but, rather, wHh a painful eer
tainty that his appearance Would he
the signal for the landlord to put his
threats into execution.
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