The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1843-11-07
Youths Department,
From the Boys and Girls Magazine
Story of Lewis, the Poor Boy,
"Does the Lord lore me-"
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over a beautiful slope in the village OF D Ills
now master was man of taste g. feelings as he held
The plough he watched with interest the countenance
and demeanor of the lad, who was now for the first
time in his life out ofthe sooty precnts of the city
Lewis for that was his name appeared snly enough,
when spoken TO, aud answered in gruh, uncV'I
tone but at every pause in his labor his eye w""-
dered with evident delight over the wide prospect
and his massive but not homely ieAtures, were s"'-
cd up with wild Joy. On one side, bay s're'cheu
away to the horizon whitened with sals,ond studded
with islands, on one ofwhich rose the round, white
tower of n light house. On the opposde side OF the
hill, river wound between PERCEPTIONS banks, on
which were seen here and there, farmhouse, with
its clustering barns, and land, beautiful in its srpng
fields, and groves, although not yet green Two
bridges, one a railway, spanned the stream where 1t
Joined the sea, and beyond lay n town, with lis
spires, and white houses, and curling smokes
INV dear, do not think possibly tolerate
Lewis any longer" said the wife of his employer
one day, few weeks after. 'IIe minds my schoId-
ing no more than the idle wind, does just what
he chooses to think belongs to him, and leaves the
rest
He is very useful to me- Can you not contrlVe
to get along with him, what little time he is within
doors?'
Bridget, too declares that he must either lenve
the house, or she will
'Let her go, then, and get some one who can man
age the dairy, and you that labor"
'But do not like to have boy about the house
whom cannot love, even in the slightest degree
'Oh, there is more in him than you think. He
feels that every body is against him, and is some
what of an Arab in his nature, must acknowledge
well, l will try kindness. The poor lad has no
home,--I often think of that and if we do not bear
with him, who wi'
Behold Lewis, one warm Sunday afternoon, in
class, in the Sunday school. The whole class is in
confusion, the boys knocking each others elbows,
and reaching forward to look at the scholar, who
pays sort of heed to the teachers presence and
eyes them all with dislike and defiance He answers
questions in surly, Independent tone, or not at all,
and puts his feet the cushions Of the pew, or ev-
en- upon the leaning board. The teacher, n mild,
gentlemanly man, is at his wits end, He grows
at last and feels if he had young tiger,
or bears cub before him, instead of rational being.
Despairing of winning his attention and respect, or
doing him any good, he threatens to expe him from
the class. The boy Immediately takes his cap, stalks
heavily out of church, and is presently wander
ing among the gravestones in neighborng burial
place.
In the course Of his rambes among the tombs two
reflections crossed Lewis's mind, Of which was,
that his master, who at this period seemed to hold
place Of conscience to him, would be displeased The
other was that he had deprived himself of the oppor-
tunity Of reading books from the Sabbath-schoo IL
.brary, which he estimated at its true value. He
quietly entered the church, walked tiptoe mp the
aisle, and took his place listener in the ut
tentive class. The subec. the message of Jesus
John, who sent to inquire whether he the true
Messiah.
90 the poor the gospel is preached. To the poor
Jesus not like the naughty Scribes and Pharisees
who despsed the poor. He loved them-he taugh
them-he chose to be poor like them, though he was
tempted by the offer all the kingdoms Of the eartt
in their glory. He told them that God cared 70
them-that, were they (riendess, they hat
one friend, their Father in heaven. A Fathe
YES one who loves them infinitely better than an,
earthly parent-who would giveS them rich bless
sings, peace earth, and happiness in heaven,
they would but ask Him, and love Him, and ODE,
Him, as children obey kind parent.'
These words found their way to the boys lone
jy heart. docs the Lord lore meg thought he; sme
whom nobody loves, whom all look upon with dis
like?-Yes; feel that he loves me! | feel it IN,
etrpng, healthy body, and in my heart, when I lool
up into the beautiful sky. God loves me! Why die
not know it before J will love HIM will learl
TO be good. This man will teach me. / will ODE,
God. Oh God! help me to obey!' Tears filled hi
eyes, not unobserved by the teacher, whose hear
at once warmed towards him On succeeding
Sundays, 10 boy in his class hung upon his word
with such earnest attention as Lewis. One day, tn
teacher gave each boy book of simple prayers
This was treasure to Lewis, for he had never bee
taught to pray and his heart onged to pour itself
10 his newly -found Father in heaven
well, wife-shall send Lewis away' p M
brother was so much pleased with him on his las
visit, that he wishes to take him into his store'
Send away Lewis Oh, no; never, 1 hope'
But he is q smart lad, and may grow rich AS man
a one has done with half his activity and talent.
doubt if we ought to prevent his going And then h
is so trustworthy and careful! l think my brothe
has the best right to him, confess.
'Cpll him, and let him decide See if he wi
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