The Union and eastern journal. [volume] (Biddeford [Me.]) 1854-1858, 1855-08-03

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than the absurd ex,raneous support called
charity"
"Hcar, hear!" said Mr.. collou. "fon
arc clevor fellow, Peter. Go on my
dear boy, go on" .,
"wha, results from charitable aid T.
continued Peter. "The value OF labor Is
KEEP, a, an unnatural level. State charity
| i, State robbery: private charity a pu0'ic
wrong"
aThats it, Pe,or !" said Ms. cOllc''.'-
"wha, do you think Of our philosophy
John 7"
81 don't like Ill don't believe ii?'
said John. "You were quite righ, 10 give
the man a shilling: l would have given
him a shilling myself"
"Oh, you would - would your eaid
Mr.. Colleii. "You are very generous with
your shillings. Would you fly in the face
OF all orthodox political economy, you Van.
dali"
"Yes,n said John /" rs the Vandals flew
| in the face OF Rome and destroyed what
had become falsehood and q nuisance"
Poor John" said Mr. Colle,t. "W'
shall never make anything out Of him, Peter.
Really, we'd better talk about something
else. John tell US about the last new
novel;"
They conyersed on various topics until
the arrival Of tho invalid's early bedtime
parted uncle and nephews for the night.
Mary Sutton seized an opportunity the
next morning after breakfast 10 speak with
John Meade alone.
"John," said she, "do think moro toi
your own interest-of our interest. Wha,
occasion for you 10 bo so violent, last night,
and contradict Mr.. Colle,t so shockingly
saw Peter Finch laughing 10 himself
John, you must be moro careful or we shall
never be married"
"Well Mary dear, I'll do my best" said
John. at was ,ha, oonfounded Peter with
his chain Of iron maxims, that made me
fly out. Pm moi an iceberg, Mary"
"Thank heaven, you aro mott" said
Mary: "bu, an iceberg Aoats-,hink Of
that, John. Remember-cvery ,imc you
offend Mr.. Colle,,, you please Mr.. Finch"
"So | DO |" said John. "Ycs; III re.
member that"
"Ifyou would only try 10 be little
mean and hard-hear,ed," }" said Mary; 'Jus'
little to begin with. You would only
s,oop 10 conquer, John-and you deserve
to conquer" =.
"May gain my deserts, ,hon!' said
John. "Are you no, 10 sit at needle.work
in my s,udio while I paint my great his'ori.
cal pic,ure' How can this como to pass ii
Mr.. Collett will do nothing for us'"
"Ah, how indeedp' said Mary. But
here's our friend Peter Finch, coming ,hro'
the gate from his walk. leave you 'ogclh,
er." And SO saying, sho withdrew.
"Wha,, Meade !" said Peter Finch, as
he entered. "Skulking in doors on a fine
morning like this Pvc been all through
the village. No, an ugly place-bu' wants
looking aler, sadly. Roads shamefully
muddy! Pigs allowed 10 walk on the foo,
path"
Dreadful!" exclaimed John.
81 say-you came out pretty strong las
night,n said Peter. "Qui,e deiied tho old
man Bu, like your spirit"
"I have no doub, you do" thought John
"oh, when was youth, | was little
,ha, way myself" said Peter. "But The
world-tho world, my dear sir-soon cures
us of all romantic notions. regre, o
course, 10 see poor people miserable; bu
what's tho use Of regrc',ins' It's no par
Of the business Of the superior classes 10 in
,erfere with the laws Of supply and de
mand; poor people mus, be miserable
Wha, can't be cured must DO endured"
"Tha, is 10 say" returned John, "wha
We can't cure, they must endure"
"Exac,ly so," said Peter. (
Mr.. Coller this day was too i'll 10 leave
his bed. Abou, noon he requested 10 set
bis nephews in his bedroom. They founC
him propped up by pillows, looking very
weak, bu, in good spirits as usual.
"Well. boys" said he, here l am, yor
see, brought, 10 an anchor u, last! The
doctor will DO here soon, suppose, tc
shake his head and write recipes. Hum
bng. my boys Patients can do as mnch
for themselves, believe, as doctors can DC
for them; they're all in the dark together
the only difference is that the patient:
grope in Euslish, and doctors grope in
La,inW
"You arc TOO skop,ical, sir" said John
Meade.
9Pooh!n said Mr.. Collcu. ale. us
change the subject. ! want your advice,
Peter and John, on matter that concerns
your interests. I'm going 10 mako my
will to-day-and I don't know how 10 nc,
abou, your cousin, Emma Briggs. Emma
disgraced US by marrying an oilman."
"An oilman!" exclaimed John.
"a vulgar, shocking Gilman" said Mr.
Collea, ga wretch who not only sold oil
bu, soap, candles, turpentinc. black.lead,
birch-brooms. I, was dreadful blow te
the family. Her poor grandmother never
90, over it, and a maiden aun, turned Meth
odis, in despair. Well! Briggs tho Gilman
died las, week, il seems; and his widow
has written TO me, asking for assistance
Now, | have thought Of leaving her hun
drcd a-year in my will. Whatdoy you think
oft, Pm afraid shc don't deserve it,
Wha, rish; had she 10 marry against the
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