Semi-weekly standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1853-18??, 1857-09-30

\ Boy TINT had A HEARr-A French paper
says that Lucille Rome, pretty girl with blue eyes
ard fair HAIR, poorly but neatly clad, was brought
before The Sixth Court OF Correction on the charge
of vagrancy.
docs any one claim your" asked the magis-
trate.
"Ah! my good sir" said she, " l have no longer
any friends my father and mother are dead-I have
only my brother James, but he is as young as am.
D, sir; what can he do tor me?"
50 Here l am, sister; here l am do not fear =
cried childish voice from the other end of the
court At the instant little boy with live
ly countenance started from amidst the crowd and
stood before the judge
Who are you?' said he.
flames Rome, the brother of that poor little
girl"
"Your age?"
Thirteen"
''And what do you want"
81 came to claim my Lucille"
''But have you the means of providing for her ?"
"Yesterday had none, but now have. Don't
be afraid, Lucille"
80 how good you are, James"
'Wel, let see, my boy" said the magistrate,
the court is disposed to do all that it can for your
sister. But you must give US some explanation
About fortnight ago, sir, continued the boy,
my poor mother died ola bad cough tor it was very
Did at home. We were in great trouble. Then
Said to myself, will become an artisan, and, when
I know go, d trade, will support my sister. went
an apprentice to a bru>hmakcr: Every day used
to carry her half my dinner, and at night took her
secretly to my room, aud she slept the bed while
l slept on the floor. But it appears she had not
enough 10 eat One day she begged on the Boule-
ward, and was taken up. When heard that said
to myself Come, my hoy, things canno. last so you
must find something better L soon found good
place where am lodged led, and clothed, and have
twenty francs month. | have also found good
woman who, for those twenty francs, will take
of Lucille, and teach her kneedle work. l claim my
sister,"
My boy" said the judge, "your conduct is very
honorable. However, your sister cannot be set at
liberty till tomorrow"
"Never mind, Lucille" said the boy, 81 will
and fetch you early Tomorrow" Then turn
ing to the magistrate. he said may kiss her. may
| not, sir?"
He then threw himself into the arms of his sister,
and both wept warm tears of affection.
DEwDRoPs OF WIsDON-Truth, by whomsoever
spoken comes from God. 1t is, in short, divine
essence.
The mere imtator is no more artist than the
Perfect love reposes on the object of its choice,
Ike the halcyon the wave, and the air of heaven
is around it!
Contentment gives its own complexion to every
day occurrences, and imparts light where otherwise
there would be darkness.
Fine art has nothing to do with imitation, its prn-
cple is to produce in the mind the same ideas which
the things sought to be represented produce, but al
ways in another way
The only hooks really learn from, are those
which we are unable to Judge of, understand and
ciiticse. The author of book which we can appre-
cate and criticse, is scholar, not our master.
The perversons of the best things can be turned
into the worst a. in the most wholesome roots and
herbs there component part which can be
extracted and subtilzed into a deadly poison.
l. was said, aid very beautifully said, that one
mars wit becomes all mems wisdom" Even more
true Is it that mars virtue becomes standard
which raises Anticipation of possible goodness in
all men,
of a weak, complying disposition, whom
no fears will be at the trouble to oppose;
while of strong and liked character will be
liable to opposition, at least from those who expect
to derive certain kind Of importance from the dig
n'ty of their adversary.