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Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1846-01-13 00:00:00

ich it heaps upon tt

suffering, starving

fou-nd in woman

I It is your baiinin-lovi

whose inc

whose prid

calico or c

srthings a yard in a purchase
ie bread from the lips of
s the loom amidst pesti-

:e and r

orn tor mar

It is,. alas ! too often woman—the being
sappiness and pride, and at whose feet
'omfort we lavish the produce of our
nd enterprise in this weary world—by
ions the unprotected of her own sex are
le grave, or driven to de=pair and to
eature of her character, the real, native
s. Joseph Smith—and how many Mrs.
sere are in every town and_ vidage I

and for wk

whose petty exa

worn d

Joseph Smiti

oozed out

charity was the false cover-
n—the lacquer of gold over

ing of the niggard
the base metal—E

attire and would-be-
re the outer coating of

'ashior

le and r

manner,

ch tbc

SO ICO-

ye little to do person-

looked down upon

other c
rich hot

re, in fact, beings of
erious business of life, to
voted, as beneath their
on which all their

ge, with its subsidiary

This trio, on tit
breakfast—dawdlir
those of their class

in question, were seated

1g with that meal, as is customary with
—the provider of the meal, Mr. Joseph
g previously at his usual business
the Misses Smith were glancing

Smith himself, being

over the columns of

mercurial mother pe
city and fashionable 1
by the postman.

Morning Post, and the more
g her correspondence with her
Is, which had just been delivered

One letter, in particular,

med to excite her attention,
k SoliloQuizing kind,

d half directed at, not to, her

venile listeners.
Joseph Smith, " this is kind,

3 most complimentary

it, maa

dly inquired the eldest

s Smit

;ommittee of the City Magdalen
onsly appointed me one of their

Institution have u

ode* for the e

aroma ?" inquired the same ycung

nother ;

he honour which it confer

:an you no'

..ages besides? Now, there is that girl
down stairs, who has brought me home, this morning, the
three wrappers for Carol:ne and the night dress for your-
self; and who will charge for them I don't know how
mueb. As lady patroness of the Magdalen Institution,
you know, I shall have them made for a mere nothing, by
the recipients of that bounty which we have paid for
years past ; and we shall be able also to oblige our friends,
by getting their sewing done at a merely nominal cost."
The Misses Smith, of course, had nothing to answer
to this argument of their saving mamma. The poor unfor-
tunates of the City Magdalen Institution worked cheaply.
The benevolence of lady patronnesses was of a cheap de-
scription. Henceforth Mrs. Smith could distribute her
blankets and her flannels at a considerably less outlay to
her lord and master, and was to become, of course, a more
honoured benefactress to the pooi, and a more distin-
guished ornament of the order of philanthropic ladies.
The poor " girl down stairs." She bad a child to sup-
`—herself to support. she had to keep herself away
-I,edriess to which her lot had driven her.
-ith bad to sustain her reputation for
barn to gild our reputation

, and t

from the a

But Mrs
charity. _

THE WINTER ROBIN.

(From Douglas Jerrold's Shilling Magazine.)

I mean to say that the man or woman who can deny
that the robin which conducted Jane Fostei over the
moor, and save,l her from perishing in the snow last win-
ter, was commissioned by Heaven, is not a whit better
than a Pagan. I hold fast to that ;if I didn't, I should
be a Pagan. I don't—and I would wish this to be dis-
tinctly understood—l don't believe all that is told about it.
For instance, when the neighbours assert that the robin
r.I changed its shape after leading her to the cottage door, and

I spread his wings and rise fror

the
him in dumb awe till he

and that ;he liatc:

disappeared in the thick, vapour,' atmosphere, or was
hidden by the blinding snow that came feathring down—l
don't believe that. Neither do I much credit the tale