The examiner. [volume] (Louisville, Ky.) 1847-1849, 1849-07-21

one Oh u1ctu VIII Jake pity on mo.
He waited patiently until the great gate
opened, and the scholars, leaping and shout.
ing for Joy, rushed out tumultuously. No
one minded poor Pierre; and he might have
remained quite unnoticed, had he not start
ed forward to raise little boy, whose foot
had tripped against stone.
Are you hurt, little mssterf asked
Pierre.
No thank you, replied the child, and
passed on.
Fancy the despair Of poor little La Ra.
NEE when he found himself once moro
before that large green gate. which seemed
resolved never TO admit him. Still he
waited until the pupils returned; and as the
child who had fallen passed by, he saluted
him. r VI,
Master said Pierre, advancing.
Here, said the child, offering him q
piece of money.
1T is not that, said Pierre, drawing back
his hand.
What, then!' asked the pupil, with sur.
prise.
Lend me ono OF your books, little mas
ter; will return il when you come out
What good will that do your said the
child, greatly astonished.
oh, great deal; it will make me very
happy
Here, then,' said the pupil, giving him
the first book that came to hand.
II was Latin grammar. Pierre opened
it, and turned over The leaves without being
able to comprehend sentence. When its
little owner came out, Pierre returned il
to him with sigh. Tomorrow, / will
lend you French book, said the child;
and he kept his word.
But in this world reading and learning
are not allsufhcient; it is necessary like
wise to eat; and in order to do this. how
ever spaingly, Pierre was obliged by do
grees to sell part Of his clothes, and yet
sleep in the open air. Hunger and misery
produced their usual effects, and the poor
child felt that his frame was sinking.
This thought he. is just punishment
from God, for leaving home without my
parents permission. Oh, my poor moth
er. have caused you grief enough with
out adding to il the anguish Of hearing one
day that your son died far away from you,
without your blessing, or hearing you say
that you forgave him. My God, give me
strength to 60 home,
The prayer was heard. Some time az
forwards Pierre once more entered his ma
i've fields, feeling that he had done very
wrong, and deserved punishment, yet full
of trust in his parents affection.
Richard was the first to sec Pierre. He
rather guessed it was he than recognised
him; for the poor child was so altered, SO
pale and so thin, that he looked like the
shadow Of the pretty little La Rance
Richard caught him in his arms, and hug
ged him with transport.
oh how they wept for you!' said he; and
what difficulty | had in keeping your Sc
cret. Well, have you seen Paris Is it as
large as people say? Have you learned a
great deal there? Are you very wise now'
Pierre smiled sadly Il have seen but little
Of Paris, he said; and return as ignorant
as when set out. Oh, Richard, have
suffered great deal, especially from hun.
ger. But mother, father-how are they?'
Just then they reached the cottage door:
The parents Of Pierre tried to look stern
and nnfnrgiving hnt il wnnld mt do The
fathers eyes filled with tears while be told
his son that he had forfeited his affection,
and the mother covered him with kisses
while she protested that she would never
embrace him again in her life.
Come, said brother Of Calinette, who
had lately taken up his abode with the
family, this is the return Of the Prodigal
Son. Let every one embrace him and be
satisfied. You, brother-in-law. forgive the
little fellow; and you, sister, give him some
good warm soup. And do you, my boy,
promise your parents not to leave home
again
Without their permission, said Pierre.
What do you think still of returning
YES, uncle
Notwithstanding all that you have suf-
eredP
Oh, to suffer is nothing! to learn is every
hingp
Astonished at this determination, the
incle considered for moment, and then
desire shall be accomplished,
nephew; it would be pity to disappoint so
much courage and perseverance. | am an
I'D man without children, and have few
yold coins lying idle in my trunk: think,
brother, III cen spend them in indulging
'ur young scspegrace: what do you say
Il say, Vincent, that il you will pay for
lis schooling, / do not desire better than to
lave hun instructed, and will readily al.
ow him to return to Paris
Great was the Joy of Pierre at hear.
ng these words. Behold him again on the
Ugh road; but this time with light heart,
IN easy conscience, and pocket furnished
With money, and letter Of introduction to
he principal of the college Of Navarro in
Paris. t.
He arrived, and was admitted. The first
ime that our young hero found himself seat
d in class, with professor about to in.
truct him, was an hour Of unmixed delight.
t seemed to him as though he had neither
yes TO zee, nor ears to hear, nor memory
D retain all he wanted to learn. He came
D the banquet Of science as hungry man
WOULD come to a delicious feast; therefore
he progress that he made, especially in
latin, was so marvellous, that his compan-
,ns, to commemorate it, Latinised his name, |
nd called him RAMus. BY this name he |
1ss ever afterwards distinguished. But the |