The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1856-04-09
A Lesson In Doing Good.

WAS a rude boy and very fond ol play. Eve
rv moment whenoal oi srhDnl was gwen 10 sone
sport or anolher, aud anything wilirh stopped
me III my games was hotnc Will ain lll-tempcr.
One day, al tea, my molher directed me 10
take a small basket of fond and same wood 10
poor woman in distant part Of village cIlarg,
ing me to 90 at once, as she was sick and III
great want. II was winIer. AMI the ponds
were covered with ice. While securing in liz
lie baskei my moihcr's gift, group Of school
mates came along, on their way 10 the mi-pond.
10 slide. They called for me, and said iIley
should have fine sport.
j" Tome. Charley! :" they cried. ave are all
waiting for yor-rome along !"
81 rannoi 90 now" rel lied "Fve got 10
take these things dawn 10 widow Longs"
You would not catch me doing such busi-
mess as that" said one /" lei people carry
liielr own wood -
Con- said another, 8 you have plenty Of
time io slide and 10 thai too
I.ililr did need urging 50 leaving the wood
and ba,kel, we were soon sliding an the pond.
Tie evening came on: il was moonlight, and
The crusied snow shone like silver. There we're
many men and boys enjoying lle Sports. and
The air rang with merry shnuls as skaters swift
~ glded about, aud The sliders ripped one an.
n,her up.
i AZ first conscience smoie mc for nv selfish
pleasure seeking, for my moilIef's strict charge
told me lai il might be 1t the cost Of anoliiers
suffering. This, however. was snon loigniien
in the excuse that few minuies would mol mai-
Ter. and in the Joy of the occasion the village
clock struck ninc. Ii was then loo late "a On
on tile eusnd so, iurying home, crept. softly
TO bed, moi caring to meet my parents.
1 A, breakfast next morning nv moillcr sail 10
me. /" Well, Charles, how did sou lind Mrs.
Long. lssl nighIi'
Ny cheeks became quito red. and made no
answer.
When the truth was known, | shall never Tor.
gol Tie look uf pain with which il wss received.
"ohg my mother cried, what may noi
tIial poor woman have suffered from youf neg-
leci. Gladly would have gone myself, rather
than lei. her TO wait far ~"
Then adding TO The Store of good ihings, she
hurried me awav. u was, liawcser, no welcome
task 10 me. was unhappy, and was ready ID
blame The poor fnr btiag pour, AMI thus giving
nll,pts trouble. How colder lhan al other nom.
ings seemed Iliai, as went On Tic lniced ms
sion ofmcrcy. The coliqge was al length rcacli-
cd i was an old hut. with broken windows.
:. Does wiinw Long Ire here r. ! asked of a
strange looking man who came 10 the DIOR.
" ies hr.i dror al the right hanl, Al llle head
OF lie STAIRS
Those nluow, rekely stair eases how plain.
iy seem 10 see them INV
B Rapping Al lie door, feeble voice said "Come
= entered. and what scene al alnne,
on her nwly, illinly covered rni. liy Tic acrl
woman hrlples. finm pin and see, with no iood
10 Ire. and le SNOW. sifiel BY iliu ihis through
tile loose windaws, had iallrn III he ilnnr. Til.
vas 4 new scene 10 me, brought up, u had
been, IL the midst Of p,enly. SIS heart was
, deeply touched.
" Here az some thing, my mpiler sent you,
said !. showing the basket.
"Oa, thank he Lord r she said. lfing Lei
hand. ii deep feeling. How good hai. 10 raise
, nc up such trend. and low kind yoar moth.
81 il 10 send these ihiags. And need ihral q
. much iusinnw. Bul uur Heavenly Father knows
hat We need, and he best time 10 give Il 10 us
: last night ay here - cold and faIai, wi,hcH
i food, aud no one 70 lelp. Il seemed as Il
{ should siar,s. Bot called on ms Saviour, an,
: late IN the evening, The man who lives below,
. pn,, drinking miu. come u viii some wool
f.. anil mule me up iic. sud gol me good hoW
!. ~ p1rfiilce Ilr couii rot o. much fnt tr
re Il Il poor himself, sil \ va o sitnngc ,ll