Quasqueton guardian. (Quasqueton, Buchanan County, Iowa) 1856-1858, 1857-04-11

says she, if you'd known half the good
she's done among the poor folks here,
you'd be astonished but she has sueha
still way with her, nobody but those she
helps knows anything about it,
Just that minute somebody knocked at
the door, end in walked the very lady
saw at Miss Fletcher's. Good morning
Miss Bemis, said she, how do you find
yourself to-day 'Nicely-many thanks
to You, Miss Thornton,' said Polly. t.Oh
no, not to me are your thanks due, said
the lady, with sweet smile, but to Hiin
who has restored your health And
then she sat down and talked like saint
to us both. I'd heard this very story
you've been telling about her, Miss Tomp-
kins, and | couldn't hardly believe my
eyes and ears when saw her but
| meant to find out the truth about it; SD
when she went away, jest followed her
out, and she asked me to walk home with
her. | told her l should like TO, if only
for one thing. And what is that, pray .
said she. To see the curious Legacy
I've heard so much about said |
s'pose you'd have no objections to show
it to me- You mean my mothers leg
acy, suppose, said she / don't know
what you've heard about it, but come
with me, and l shall be most happy to
show it to YOU And then, as we walk
along, she told me what a good, pious
mother she had-how she tried to impress
upon her children's minds the great OBJ
i ject for which they should live-that the
world might be better for their having
I lived in it. She warn't one mite stuck
up, Miss Pitkins, cause when we got to
her house, she axed me right into her
grand parlor, and told me to sit right down
in the best seat there was.
Ifelt dreadful shamed when Mr.. Thorn
ton came into the room, and she told him
what I'd come for but he looked real
pleased. That legacy Miss Priscilla,
said he, is worth coming miles to see.
If my wife had brought millions Of gold
to me, should not have priced it as do
this little talisman, which has made so
many hearts leap for joy, and changed g
many abodes of misery intn hapnx- VI; lpaaazsuv aasuv
Priscilla, said he, as lie took down from
I the mantel-shelf small frame of solid
gold, and handed it to me, 'and fewer
still are they whose lives are guided By
these words, which shall usher in the
earth's millennium Idid'nt know what
to say, he talked so beautiful but made
up my mind that that legacy was goin' to
do more for poor people round here, than
all our benevolent societies together
But you haven't told US what the leg
acy was, yet, said several.
Il told you that Mr.. Thornton showed
me a frame of solid gold well, in this
frame were these words, all written in
solid gold, tool wish you would all at
tend. cause I'm afraid oar golden rules
have been made of lead or somethin'
worse-this was it: Whatsoever ye fcould
that others should do unto yOu, do ye eren
so TO Aem.' Did You ever hear those
words before, Mr.. Flint 2 asked the spin
ster, with mischieyous look.
You are very Eacetious, Miss Page
replied he, Il presume We have them
craven on all our hearts
When you voted, just now, TO let our
poor folks suffer and die in their poverty,
and send such a lot of money To rich
society, just to buy US a great name, I
didn't see how we could reconcile it with
such rule, said Miss Priscilla.
: Oh fe for shame, Miss Priscilla,
exclaimed several voices, while .l.1 sane
timonio,ls president looked with holy hor-
ror upon the audacious speaker.
! You take very narrow view, you
nust allow me t. say, Miss Priscilla, of
the vast system of beneyolence 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 p he continued, ad-
dressing the president.
What but the cold, solemn mockcry,
to Him whose bosom glows with sympa-
thetic love for the suffering child of pow
erty, were the words of this world hard
ened, money loving. professed disciple, as
he besought blessing upon their 6enego-
tea operations. ----.-f
! Would from imagination only this pic
ture were drawn, but, alas for human
nature, even here truth is stranger than
/ fiction. From the :" Golden Legacy"
j 6 O. HERRIN; the safe man. was par-