Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1838-02-15
TuEuAN OF LEISURE AND THE PALE BOY.

THE MAN OF LEISURE AND The PALE BOY.
you'll please not to forget to ask the place
for me, sir said pale, blue eyed boy, as he
brushed the coat Of the man of leisure, at his
lodgings. ~
Certainly not said Mr.. Inkln, 4 shall be
going that way in a day or two
'lA you ask for the place for me yester-
day., said the pale boy, on the following day.,
with quverlng lip, as he performed the
same office. :,
Mo- was the answer. Il was busy, but !
will to-day.
God help my poor MOTHER murmured the
boy, and gazing lstlessly on the cent Mr..
lnklIn laid in his hand.
The boy went home. He ran to the hun,
gry children with the leaf of bread he had
earned by brushing the gentlemen's coats at
the hotel. They shouted with joy, and his
mother held out her emaciated hand for
portion, while sickly smile fitted across
her face. 80.
'Mo,her, DEAR said the boy, 'Mr. IDklin
thinks he can get me the place, and snail
have three meals day-only think, mother,
three meals and it don't take three minutes
to run home and share it with you.'
! The morning came, and the pale boys
voice trembed with eageTncss, as he asked
Mr.. Inkln if he had applied for the place.
! Not yet said the man Of leisure, 'but
there is time enough
! The cent that morning was wet with tears
! Another morning arrived.
lit is very thoughtless in the boy TO be so
lale' said Mr.. lnkin. Not a soul here TO
! brush my coat
The child came at length, his face swollen
with weeping.
Il am sorry to disappoint you,' said the man
of leisure, 'but the place in Mr.. C-'s store
was taken up yesterday
The boy stopped brushing, and burst afrcsh
into tears. Il don't care now,' said he Sob
! bmp, I'VE may as well starve. Mother Is
dead
The man of leisure was shocked and gave
the pale boy dollar!
How little do we know Of human suffering.
And how many such instances are there IN
the world The picture is indeed too true.
! CURRAN, the celebrated Irish Barrlster, US
ed to relate that he owed his education to
benevolent individual, who was perfect
stranger to him. When boy, said he, was
one morning playing at marbles in the village
ball alley,witha light heart and lighter pocket
The gibe and jest went gally round, when
suddenly amongst US appeared stranger, OF
a very remarkable and very cheerful aspect,
his intrusion was not the least restraint upon
our merry little assemblage. He was a
benevolent creature, and the days of infancy
latter all the happiest we shall ever see, ,)rose
upon his memory. God bless him. see his
fine form, at the distance of half century,
lust as he stood before me in the little ball al
lev in the days of my childhood. His name
was Boyse; he was the Rector of New mar
/ ket. To me he took particular fancy
Some sweetmeats easily bribed me home with
him. ! learned from Boyse my alphabet and
nv grammar, and the rudiments of the clas-
sizes. lie taught me all he could, and then
sent me to school at Middleton. In short he
made man of me. recolect it was abou,
| five and thirty years afterwards, when had
risen to some eminence at the bar, and when
| had seat in Parliament, on my return one
day from Court, | found an old gentleman
seated alone in my drawing room /; his feet
| familiarlv placed on each side Of the Italian
chimney piece, and his whole air bespcaking
the consciousness of one quite at home. lie
| turned round-it was my friend OF the ball
alley. rushed instinctively into his arms,
and burst into tears. Words cannot describe
the scene which followed. you are right
sir; you are right, sir, you are right. The
| chimney piece is yours-the pictures are
yours-the house is yours. You gave me
all have-my friend-my father-my father
| my benefactor!' lie dned with me and
| in the evening, caught the tear glistening
| in his fine blue eye. when lie saw the poor
/ little Jack, the creature of his bounty, rising
/ in the House OF Commons to reply to rlgh
Honorable.