Daily American organ. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1856, 1856-08-02

Rescued people, ne'er give DER
All his grace, and all his glory,
proclaim for evermore,
THAT is WRONG, LITTLE GIRL The other day,
a gentleman, in the act of seating himself in front
of Peter H. Parsons grocery store, on the Island,
dropped from the pocket of his coat a small packet
Of paper He was not aware of his loss, for hs
attention was attracted at that moment by little
girl who was approaching There was something
in her look in the expression of h;r eye, that
unusual 1t seemed al though abe wished to pass
by without attracting attention. which in itself was
unaccountable for the children about this section
of the Island are, generally speaking fond Of draw
ing the attention of ths Individual toward them.
selves, and are accustomed to receive at least
bow of recognition when there is not time to stop
and chat, as is sometimes the case. The conduct
Of this little girl therefore the more surprising
and he watched her the more closely, without APP
pearing to do 30, however.
When she approached near enough, he found
that he did not know her, and was about to suffer
the matter to pass from his mind, but there was
that in her eye which made him feel uncomforta-
BILE, and he was wondering what could possibly be
the matter with that little girl She had passed
the spot by this time, and the man sat- thinking,
and listening to catch the sound of her footsteps
He heard them not but instead thereof a rustling
of paper fell upon his ear Still, he moved not
for be was unconscious of his loss. The place
where he sat war not more than two feet from the
house, ard be might perhaps he did so, have lean
ed his back against the wall for support, position
he is very fond Of assuming. Thus he sat for the
space of minute thinking about the troubled
earnest look of that little girl Suddenly he
jumped up and clapped his hand upon his pocket
his papers were gone He looked about him, felt
his pockets all around, looked in his hat--the pa
pers were not there.
His countenance assumed troubled look. He
made one step from the place, which brought him
to the corner of the building. He looked up D
street. The truth flashed upon him. The little
girl had seen the papers fall from his pocket. She
had them in her possession. He knew she had
them. He could not ace them, but he knew she
had them, and was carrying them before her,
pressed close to her body, that they might not be
seen from behind He called out
Little girl"
No answer. She moved steadily on.
Little girl" Qouder.)
She pas ed on, but the papers were seen to fall
from her hands upon the ground.
Little girl !" said he, in a firm, solemn voice,
bring me those papers they mine"
She stopped-looked round-hesitated--
Bring me those papers! they are NINE"
She stopped, picked them up, and brought them
TO the spot where the man stood.
Little girl" said he, " Do You not know that
you have done wrongp' She was speechless
belong to your Ne answer.
"You knew they belonged to me-" .
81 found them" timidly and shamefully
"Where did you find themf You did not find
them. You saw them fall from my pocket there
fore you knew they we're mine. They were not
lost az far as you were concerned because you
knew to whom they belonged. Little girl, little
girl--you have done wrong. Do you go to the
Sabbath School?
"No, SIR"
~ thought not If you had been In the habit
Of attending Sabbath School, do not think you
would have asted In this way. A little girl like
you, who went to Sunday School and learned her
lessons and paid attention to her teacher, would
have said
'sir you have dropped some papers from your
pocket, and fear you will lose them"
And would have said
"Thank you, my little dear, am thousand
times obliged you for the recovery of my property
and another thousand for the sweet manner In
which have been informed of my loss."
how proud and happy that little girl would
have felt, because she had acted nobly. The con-
seriousness of having done right would have caused
her little heart to beat with rapture and the know
ledge that her act Of kindness was appreciated
would have wresthed her face with smiles, and
sent her bounding with delight to her happy home
You are not happy, my little girl. You cannot be
happy. You never can be happy while you act
thus Would not you like to be that happy Sab
bath School scholar, happy because she does what
Is rightS
Eyes, sir, but my 49,
"Your mother won't send you, perhaps"
She says she can't spare me-"
"Te her she will have to spare you one Of
these days. You may die, then she would have to
spare you. Ask her to let you 60 to Sunday school,
will your"
Eyes, air."
Sand will you be good little girl, and learn
how to be happyf"
81 will try"
"Good by, little girl, good by. May you be
happy. There ia but one way to be happy. and
that ia to be good"
HARRoD AND WILsoS.--Mr. Waugh, Of the ial
guard, left this city on Thursday for New York.
having with him these little boys who were indicted
for larceny at the Centre Market some months
ago. They are to enter the commercial service
under bond that they will not return to this city
for three years.
We want House Of Refuge In Warrington. A
refuge for the unfortunate and vicious young, who
can be reclaimed In ninety nine cases In hundred
by proper treatment and some honorable and use.
full business Is there not philanthropy enough in
cur city to compass this matterf The other day
young and beautiful German girl was an inmate
of the watch house. Che disorderly in the
street Without a refuge for such unfortunates