The weekly Ottumwa courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1857-1872, 1857-04-09

my mothers legacy, J suppose said she Il
don't know what you have heard about it but
come with me, and shall be most happyto
show it to you.' And then, as we walked
along, she told me what good piou, mother
she had---how she tried to impress upon her
children's minds the great object for which
they should live-that the world mightb bet
ter for their having lived in it, She want one
mite stuck up, Miss Pltkin., 'cause when we
got to her house. she axed me right into her
grand parlor, and told me to sit right down in
the bes' seat there was. sssaasl
81 felt drea iful ashamed when Mr. Thorn
ton come into the room, and she told him what
I'D come for; but he looked real pleased
THAT legacy, Miss Priscilla said he, lis
worth coming miles to see. If my wife had
brought millions OF golG to me. should rot
| have priced it as l do this little talisman,
which has made so many hearts leap for joy,
and changed SO many abodes Of misery into
happy homes The world has but few suca
gems, Miss Priscilla said he, as he took
down from the mantel shelf small frame OF
solid gold, and handed it to me, sand fewer
still are they whose lives are guided by these
words, which shall usher in the earth's millen-
nium.' didn't know what TO say, he talked
so beautiful bnt made up my mind that that
legacy was going to do more for poor people
| round here than all our benevolent societies
| together sFsftr4asa
"But you havn't told US what the legacy
was yet,' said several. r-aa 2 p
III told you that Mr.. Thornton showed me a
| frame of solid gold well, in this frame
| were these words, all written in solid gold,
too 81 wish you would all attend, 'cause Pm
afraid our golden rules have been made of
lead, or something worse,--this was it,
'Whatsoeper ye wo,ld that Others should do urs-
to you, do ye eren so TO them.' Did you ever
hear those words before Mr.. Flint?" asked
the spinster, with mischevious look.
"You are very facetious, Miss Page,o re-
piled he, 81 presume We have them craven on
| all our heartso
g'When YOU voted just now, to let our poor
folks suffer and die in their povert-, and send
such lot of money to a rich society, Just TO
buy us agreat name, didn't see how we
couls reconcile it with such rule" said Miss
Priscilla. a.s.zsg s4 ~ a,,.,sa s-..5 ..se.ss-,
sa"Oh, fie I! for shame, Miss Priscillap' ex-
claimed several voices, while the sanctimon-
ious president looked with holy horror, upon
the audacious speaker. a r,sf,s ar
"Yon take very narrow view, you must
allow me to say, Miss Priscilla, of the vast
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system of benevolence that rule enjoins," said
Mr.. Flint, with feeling; "but we pardon the
allusion in consideration of your ignorance of
these matters. Shall we close this meeting?"
he continued. addressing the president. 'a7l
What but the cold. solemn moe kerry, to Him
whose bosom glows with sympathetic love for
the suffering child of poverty, were the words
of this world-hardened, money slowing, pro-
fessed dispciple, as he besonght a blessing up
on their beneroIenf operations. '
Would that from imagination only this pic
ture were drawn, but. alas for human nature,
even here truth is stranger than fiction 81 tsB.g