The weekly Lancaster gazette. (Lancaster, Ohio) 1852-1855, 1853-09-01

50, sir, not very sick. But-- gn.
"But WHAT Johns" said Mr., EYerstie, en-
eouragingly. - l''t
"Sbe's in trouble" haIf stammered the
boy, while the color deepsned on bis face
"Ah, iBdeeJl I'm sorry for thar. What
IS the trouble, JOhnl' sss q
The tears, which John had been vainly
striving TO repress, now gushed over his
face and with bOyish shame for his weak.
ness, he turned away and struggled for
while with his o'er mastering feelings.
MIR. Everett was not Iittie- moved By so
unexpected an exhibition. He waited, with
newborn consideration for the boy, not an-
mingled with respect, until measure Of
calmDess was restored.
"John," he then said, "if your mother is
in.troubie, il may be in my power 10 relieve
her, 80
%, SIR exclaimed the lad, eagerly con-
ing up TO Mr.. Everett, and, 10 the forgetfuI-
ness Of the moment, laying bis small hand
on that Of bis employer, "if you will sou
caH.'
Hard indeed would have been the heart
that could have withstood the appealing
eyes lifted by John Leyering to the face Of
Mr. Everett. But Mr.. Everett had not
hard heart. Love Of self and the world had
encrusied il with Indifference towards 9TH
ers; but the crust was now broken through.
Speak freely, my good lad said he kind
ly. Tell me Of your mother. What Is her
troublel'
'We are very poor, SIR TremuIous and
mOurnfUl was the boys voice. Aud mother
isn't we'll. She does all she can; and INV
wages help little. But there are three Of
us children; and am the Oldest. None OF
the rest can earn anything. Mother could
not help getting behind with the rent. sir,
because she had not, the money to pay Il
with. This morning the man who owns
the house where we live, came for some
money, when mother told him she had none.
he got. oh, SO angry, and frightened Us all.
He said, ifthe rent wasn't paid by to.m1r-
row, he'd turn Us all into the street. Poor
mother! She went 10 bed SICK
How much does your muther owe the
mani' asked Mr. Everett.
%, it's great deal, sir. I'm afraid she'll
mover be able to pay it; and do not know
what well do"
'How much!t
Fourteen dollars, SIR answered the lad.
is that allp And Mr. Everett thrust his
hand into his pocket. Here are twenty
dollars. Run home to your mother, and
give them to her, with my compiments'
The boy grasped the money eagerly, and
as he did SO, kissed the hand from which he
received it. He did not speak. Tor strong
emotion choked his utterance; but Mr.. Ey-
erett saw his heart in his large wet eyes,
and it was OVERLOOKING with thankfuIness.
Stay moment said the broker, as John
Levering was about passing through the
door. Perhaps had better write note to
your mother
i wish you would, SIR answered the boy
as he came slowly back.
| A brief note was written, in which Mr.
Everett, not only offered present, but prom.
ised, for the sake Of old recollectons, that
now were crowding fast upon his mind, tt
be the widows future friend.
| For half an hour after the lad departed
1 the broker sat musing, with his eyes upon
the floor. His thoughts were clear and hi:
feelings tranquil He had made on that day
the sum of two thousand dollars by single
transaction, but the thought of this large
him tithe of the pleasure he derived from
the bestowal OF twenty dollars. He thought
too, OF the three hundred dollars he had los
by misplaced confidence; yet, even as th,
shadow cast from that event began to fal
upon his heart, the bright face of Johr
Levering was conjured up by fancy, and Al
was sunny again.
! Mr.. Everett went home to Instantly tina
evening cheerful minded man. Whyi
Not because he was richer by nearly tw
thousand dollars. That circumstance woul
have possessed no power to lift him abov
the shadowed, fretful state, the loss ofIhre
hundred produced Whyl He had besiow
ed Of his abundance, and thss made suffe
: ing hearts glad; aud the consciousness
this pervaded his bosom with warm sens
Of delight.
Thus it is, that true benevolence carrie
with it, ever, double blessing. Thus it il
that in giving, more is often gained than
eager accumulation, or selfish Withholding.
i SHoRr PRAYsRs. Sir William. Wyn,
ham gives one made by soldier just befol
: the battle Of Blenheim-"O God, fthere
God, save my soul, if l save soul"
Sir David Hume gives one made by di
d tiuguished cavalier just before the battle
J. EdgehilI:
q so Lord thou knowest how busy | mu
! be this day,f have forgot thee, do not th'
IS forget me-
\, st. Folk gives one Of La Hire
@ sc. Lord, Ibeseech thee this day to pc
J y form for Ii Hire as thou woulds wish
Hire to perform for thee If he were God a
le thou vert La Hire"
ID And he fancied that he prayed very devol
= ~. -. s@s. 8
! The above reminds US of the prayer, SD
or and pithy, Of .Tennesseean, on the eve
!. The GUAR mcn,nrhhle haftle Of New Orlea