Plymouth advertiser. [volume] (Plymouth, Ohio) 1853-1988, 1854-01-28

WHICH ne knew 10 De Tor MS H0merlan
who had been i'll for some days. After
having shaken the ashes from his pipe,
and angrily closed his faithful Homer,
which he held in his hand
Betsy said he, 'how can you remain
that way before your fire. when the day
is ended. and nature invites you 10 sleep"
i shall have finished in moment said
Betsy. Il am preparing something for
poor Abel, who suffers very much.'
why don't you finish Immediately
What is the use of wasting your time in
preparing sweetened milk, and don't
know how many other things, for per.
son who brings US in nothing!
'Who brings US in nothing = repeated
Betsy, stupefed, and drawing the por-
ringer from the fire, swho brings US in
nothing but repeat. it is for Abel, the
Grecian, as you call him, your favorite
pupil, the one whose grandmother last
year walked ten miles to come and see
him crowned at the head of his class, so
that she could die contented, as she said,
and which she did, alas =
sZounds know it is for him! But
| tell you, Betsy, that, although not old.
we have attained middle life, and we can
not thus sacrifice our well-being for in.
divduals like Abel
Henry" exclaimed Betsy, in a tone
OF severe reproach.
Yes, Betsy; yes, say it. and | add
that do not intend, hereafter, to take
any more poor scholars.
'Oh, Henry, murmured the excellent
woman, do not say such things. Mover
has poor scholar passed the threshold
of our house without seeming to me to
bring with him breath from Heaven.
We have never missed the bread we have
given him. My heart beats at the pleas.
ant noise which their steps make in our
court, and our door opens of itself to let
those enter who present themselves
All that is very fine, and very good,'
replied Paddy, in dry, decided tone,
'but it is time that we commenced to
think of ourselves
As the only answer, Betsy covered the
cup into which she had poured the drink 4;
then, calling young boy who was pass
ing in4the court of the school house
Garry this to Abel said she, 'and tell
him to drink it after having said his pray.
ers.'
Then sitting down in front of her hus'
band, her hands crossed upon her knees
Il thought, Henry said she, that Abel
was one of your privileged pupils, and
that you loved him because of the honor
he does you.'
'All that know is, that he does moi
pay me-
'But this language is strange, Henry
l, who have always seen you SO proud
and so touched by the blessings which
the cares we bestow upon those poo
children draw down upon rs. And wha
does it cost you, the instruction which
you give them? The learning whicl
you dispense around you is like the hon
ey which the bee deposits in her cell
she is not miserly with it; when il ha
been gathered, she recommences he
work, without troubling herself about tn
number of persons who come to dra
from her inexhaustible treasure. You
science is, to you, like the bees treasure.
1 Betsy, you are foolish said Henry
smiling.
The old schoolmaster was man, and
} like all men, tickled by Aattery, ever
when it comes from their wives.
J 'Give. give them little of your knowl
r edge, to those who have need of it;
does them good, and can do you n
] HARM -
, The school-master did not reply.
/, was evident that he had kind Of retur
Of his conssience-a some hing like re
i, morse. Betsy perceived it, and as sh
D was woman, frank. and of great ener
gy Of feeling. she prof'ed by this sligh
$ giving way. to pursue her work.
Il am so much the more afflicted b
. your strange words, Henry said she
d 'as had, at this very time, propositio
D TO make you
$ sWhat is it?' - ..
F.! Il had reserved for you, in order to res
i. you. after the fa.ignes of the day, goo
n action to perform. | relied for it upo
e your habitual generosity
n Paddy made an impatient gesture.
o This afternoon continued Betsy,
: little boy presented himself here, whit
d by singular coincidence. resembles tn
!. por rait which you have sketched for m
r of yourself, during your childhood. H
has, as you had, red hair-sign Of goo
: fortune and intelligence, as you oite
pre,end-'
D 'lt is true,' said Henry, shat the ar
clients priced tha, color very much.
can cite for you, respecting this
f 4 rely upon what you AFFIRM" intel
3 rupted Betsy. Further, he has, like yor
a protuberance in the bone Of the fore
+; head, above the lefteye. You have ol
( ten told me that was sign Of grea. apt
n ,ude.'
:. That 10 true-and who il this child 2
| "A poor boy who has lost his fathe,
!. He carried little package Of books o
!, his back and a little bundle Of clothe