Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1855-08-02

|at .aik Why, you could MT be more more re
spacttfnlif you were charity girl and a bea
die Ina gold-laced hat None of your non.
sense, Mary Sutton, if you please. I've been
Iyour lawful guardian now for six months, and
.you ought TO know my likings and dislikinas.
My poor father often told me how you dis
liked ceremony said Mary.
Your poor father and you are quite right,
said Mr.. Collett Fred Sutton was man OF
talent--a capital fellow! His only fault was a
natural inability to keep farthing in his pock-
ct. Poor Fred he loved me-T'm sure he did
lie bequeathed me his only cbild-andit is nj
every friend would do that!'
"A kind and generous protector you have
been
We'll, don't know; I've tried not to be q
brute, but dare shy have been. Don't
speak roughly to yon sometimes - -lIav'n't
given you good, prudent, worldly advice about
John Mead, and made myself quite disagreeablc
and like guardian Cone, confessyou love
this penniless nephew of mine z AZ /.
Penniless, indeed |! s,id Mary q a 4
- All, there it is!' said Mr.. colIstt. And
what business has poor devil Of nm artist to
fall in love with my ward And what business
has my ward to fall in love with poor devil Of
an artist But that's Fred Sutton's daughter
allovcr! IIav'n't | two nephewsi hycould
;uut You fall in love with the discreet one--tht
thrisiffg one! Peter Finch-considering l.e'I
an attorney.-is a-worthy young man. lie ].
Industrious in the extreme, and attends to other
peoples business only when he is paid for it
lie dcspises sentiment, and always looks to tht
main chance. But John Mead, my dear Mary
may spoil canvass forever, and not grow rich
Hes all for art, and truth, and social reform
and spiritual cleyationSand, the Lord knows
What. Peter Finssr- 'ws7atsslis in his carriuge
and splash poor john Msatss fpstruagcs OIL
foot! tfs sssSSA=sS sssSAs=zsS
Tho karangue was hare interrupted by h ring
at the gate, and MIR. Peter Finch was announced
lie had scarcely taken his seat when another
pull at the bell was heard, and Mr.. John Mea'
was announced HF
Mr.. Collett eyed the two nephcws with aquee
sort of smile, whilst they made speeches cx
pressive of sorrow ut the nature of their visit
At last stopping them,
Enough. boys, enough. said he. Let IL
find some better subject to discuss than the slut
of All old mans health. | want to know Il lit
tie more about you both. j have mt seen mucl
Of you UP to the present tiInejand, for anything
I know, you may be rogucs or focis;'s
John Mead seemed rather to vince Under thi
address but Peter Finch sat calm and coffident
10 put case now said hr, Coliett, ~
morning poor wretch Of 4 gardener came Deg zee
ging here. Tic could get no work, it seems, aii
said he WAS starving. Well, 4 knew somethin
about the fellow, and I-believe he only told th
4 truth SO gave him shilling tos1get rid {
him.. Now, I'm afraid I.did. wrong. Wha
reason had I for giving him II shilling! Win
claim had he on me !
What claim has he on anybody! The valr
Of his labor in the market is all that u workin
man has right to; and when his labor isofl
value, why, then be must go to, the Devil,
. wherever else he c'.l,. Eh, Peter! That's q
Ephilosophy--what DO you tliink!'
II quite agree with you, sir, said Mr. Fincl
7 perfectly agree with you. The value of the
labor, in the market, is all that laborers, q
pretend so--all they should have. Nothing &c
more pernici9usly than the absurd expaneo
support called Charity 4
Hear, keaHl' said Mr.. Collett. You re
clever fellew, Peter. Go on, my deaf boy,
What results from charitable aid = contin
ed Peter. The value Of labor is kept at
unnatural level. State, charity is State robber.
private charity is public wronga
That's it, Peter said Mr.. Collett. VIII
do you think of our philosophy, John!'
Il don't like it.;sldon' t belieyeit y! said Jo
You werequite4right to give the luan q sh
ling I'd.have given him shilling myself.
.'Ohyyod would--would you |. said Mr.. G
Il 1ettsF You're very generous with your sh
lings. Would you fly in the face Of all ortl
dox political economy, you Vandal'
Yes said John, as the Vandals flew
the face Of Rome, and destroyed what had
come falsehood and q nuisance
Poor joint said Mr., Collett, we sh
never make anything of him, Peter. Real
we'd better talk of something else. John,
US all about the last new novel; j.
They convcrsed on various TOPICS until
arrival of the invaiids early bed time par
: uncle and nephews for the night
Mary Sutton seized on opportunity the n
morning, after breakfast, to speak with j.
> Mead alone. =
{, John said she, do think more of ye
: own interest--ot our interest. What occas
for you to be no violent, Inst night, and con.
+; dict Mr.. colett SO shockingly' l saw Pt
o Finch laughing to himself. John, you must
! HuTc cuISk1i, VI nc ch@h hVtct w uiufgfpUss
Q swell, Mary. dear, Ill do NY Best,
is John. 1t was that confounded Peter, with
}, chain Of iroli maxims, that made me fly
/! I'm not an iceberg, Mary
70 Thank heaven, you're not said Ma
It but an iceberg aoats-=think Of that John.
inember--every time you offend Mr.. Collett
please Mr.. FiacRs s---s,
ID so I@d0, sais yohn' sYes +; III remer
= that. y IA 1;
y ..,'1G1op wSula, only try to- be o little II
ahd,SaTs sheartse;,' said lbfasyi yjust little
ofA beSin y5A5 1op wodahS shop to conc
sN JOhsa aandSySa deserve to cong asefa
\ 'kayIfaaia my deserts, thAp said J
IS, 1 Arf You not to be my loving Nlfss iMarys
o are Jon not to stat neede-work il my SIT
is xldlst paint my great hiseoricel pIictore'
viii this come to pass it Afr. Cpllett will