The Charlotte journal. [volume] (Charlotte, N.C.) 1835-1851, 1850-05-01

By beng honest. lie who ADOPTS tnis maxim
as his own will have the best capital 10 begin
life upon. But let the narrative tell for ITSELF
One evening poor man and his son, lit.
lie boy, sat by The way side, near the gate Ct
an old town 10 Germany. The father took
a loaf of bread, which lie had bough. in the
town, and broke it, and gave the half to his
boy.
ca, until after you. You have been working
all day for small wages, to support me, and
you must be very hungry; shall wait till
you are done."
"Y on speak kindly, my son." replied the
pleased father; "your love TO me does me
more good than my food, and those eyes Of
yours remind me Of your dear mother who
has left US, who told ycu TO love me as she
used 10 do; and, indeed, my boy, you have
been grea, strength aud comfort to me; but
now that have eaten the f st worsel to please
you, il il your turn now to eat"
THANK you father; bu, break this piece
10 two, and take a little more; for YOU see
the loaf is not large, and you require much
more than do"
al shall DIVIDE the losf for you. my boy
but 60, il shall not. | have abundance ; and
let Us thank God for his grea, goodness in
giving us food. and ia gisin. US ~ha, is bet.
ter still, cheerful and couened hearts. lie
who gave US the living bread from heaven to
nourish our immortal souls. how shall he mol
give us all other food which 10 necessary TO
support our mortal bodlesl'
The father and son thanked Go d, and then
began TO Gu! the loaf in pieces, TO begin their
frugal meal. Blu, as they Gu, one portion Of
the loaf, there fell oul several large pieces o.!
gold Of etes, value. The iitIls boy gave
! shou, Of 10y, aud was sprinsiug forward TO
{ grasp the unexpected treasure, when he vas
, pulled back BY his father.
, "My son, my son !" he cris d, " do 20, touch
,ha. money; il is no, ours"
"Bu, whose is it, father, If it is no. ours
0 al know not, as yet, TO whom il belongs ;
bu, probably il was pot there BY the baker,
. through some nis'ske. We nvsl inquise.-
Run"
Bur," interrupted Tie boy, "you are poor
! and needy, and you have bou.hl the loaf, and
,heu The baker may tell lie, and"-
. 81 gill no, listen TO you, my boy. bought
d the loaf, bu, DID 10, buy The god IN il. u
}, the baker sold it to N. in ignorance, shal
10 no, be 90 dishones, as to take advantage o
d him remember Him Who told US TO do to 9Th
e ers ss we would have others do to US. The
e baker nay, possibly, chea. US; AIN poor bu
y hat is no sin. If We share the poverty o
{ Jesus, God. own Son, o lei US share also hi
!. trust, and hi. goodness in God. We may
never be rich, but We may always be honest
:. We NAV die Of stsrss''on hni Gods will b
: uu,Ie, id We die IN dcing ~. .--r -.
2. bow, trust 10 God, and walk in his ways, ant
d YOU shall ---~- be put 10 shame. Now rul
Il 10 the baker, and bring him here and shall
o watch the gold until be comes" So the DO,
8 ran for the b.ker.
o . Bro,her.woi khan" said The old man
e "you have made some mistake, and almos
d los, our money" and he showed the bake
d The gold and told him how il had been found
,, is il thine y asked the father, eli it is
! take il away
i My father, baker, is very poor, and"--
e Silence, my child, pu, me no, to sham,
u By thy complaints. | am glad we have saw
d ed this man from losing his money.
$ The baker had been gazing alternately OF
6 The honest father and the eager boy, and !h'
gold which lay glliseriog on the green turf
J Thou art, indeed, an honset fellow, said n,
y baker, and my eisbbor, DAVID the fax dresser
= spoke but the truth when he said thou vert ID,
d hones;esf an in the town. Now shall tel
o lhee about the gold: q stranger came to ny
!, shop three days ago, and gave me hat loaf enc
o told me TO cell II cheaply, or give il ava,
4. The city. | told David 10 send thee 10 mo a,
Q a customer, this morning as thou woulds
no, take the loaf for nothing, sold il TO thee
!. as thou knowes,, for the las, pence 10 thy
!. purse; and the loaf with all its treasures
9 and, cer,es, il 10 not smal-is thine, and Joe
| gran, thee blessing siih i, y
The poor father bent his head 10 the
n ground, while tears ran from bis eyes. HIS boy
Q ran and pu. bis arms about his neck, and said
It 81 shall always. like you, my father, uu.,