Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1857-11-20

he said; and soon, turning down q lane
be stopped at an old black door, tba
looked as if it once might have been ,
shop door, and knocked. An old mar
hobbled to open it; they could hear tht
tramp Of his crutches inside. "Here, un
Gle Sammy" said George, setting dowr
his basket and taking out q nice little
chicken pie, grandmother has sent you
some Thanksgiving" "The Lord have
marsy on you" cried uncle Sammy
Gan who's this pretty girl with you ?"
I" My cousin, from Boston," answered
George. "The Lord have marsy on her, ,"
taking the pie with a look of devout
thankfulness. "He's very marsyful, the
Lord is"
Then the children trudged on q little
farther, George telling Mary all be could
about poor uncle Sammy, when they stop
ped before a cottage door. "Let me
kuock," said Mary, and she knocked.
An old man, bent almost double, soon ap-
peared. "Here's bouncing mince pie for
you, Mr.. Jones, and Mrs. JONES'" said
George, hosting it out Of his basket.
"Ho, ho" cried the old man, "some
Thanksgiving, right from the Lords oven.
Ho, ho! and what little chip is that you've
got with you, George ?" "rse Mary
LOvejoy," said the little girl. eyes, yes,
but q chip from the old block, l see.
Your folks are always thinking of poor
folks. The good book says, 'He that
honore,h his Maker hath mercy on the
poor He that hath mercy on the poor,
honoreth his Maker, I'm thinking, for it's
poor rule wont work both ways"
But George and Mary we're of round
the next corner, and down by the town
pump. "This is poor Polly Browns"
said the boy, stepping up to door and
going in. He tapped at door at the
furthest end of dark entry. "Come in"
said voice. They went in, and there
sat poor woman in an old fashioned ca
sy-chair, the gray hair smoothed over her
wrinkled forehead, and the joints Of her
hands dreaefully swollen; SO were her
feet. "Dearies," said Polly, "you are
come with Thanksgiving, know. I've
got some in my heart now,I hope" "But
perhaps it is not in 'apple-pie' order, Miss
Polly" said George, laughing and taking
Mary's basket "Grandmother's sent you
this basketful,' said he, "and I'll leave it,
for Mary isn't used to such lugs, l know"
Mary did not wish to part with all her
Thanksgiving at once, but she minded
George. "You sweet birds you," said
Polly, "I'm like Elijah, fed by the raw
ems, and the Lord never forgets to send
them SO l have Thanksgiving every
day, little girl" said the poor sufferer,
looking sweetly into the young child's
face. "Do you ?" said Mary, wondering.
"Ouc more stop" said George, when
they came out "that's at widow Clap's
"Oh, wish We had cart. load of Thanks
giving to leave" said Mary; show glad
they arev' After a brisk walk to the
other side Of the village, they reached the
widows. George marched in. "Bless
you, hearty" exclaimed she, "come again?
| got your grandsir's goose, yesterday"
"That wasn't grandmother, you see,"
said George, merrily, "for she sent you
what's in this basket" "Full of Thanks.
giving, dare say "Not full, because
l dropped some by the way" said George.
Enough to fill my heart, which is most
brimful now. 1t pears as if Thanksgiv-
ing was the beautifullest day, as tell the
children, when the Lord opens his peoples
larder to poor folks; and prove me now
herewith says he, in Scripture, 'if will
not open to you the windows of heaven,
and pour you out blessing, that there
shall not be room enough to receive it,
1t makes up for all the short days, over
and over"
The children, lightened Of their burd-
ems, now scampered home, for l am sure
they must have found good appetite for
their breakfast Breakfast was smoking
hot "Oh, mother" cried Mary, her blue
eyes sparkling with health and joy, eve
have had four Thanksgiving Already"
Four 7hanksgiuings before breakfast
That is better than most people have.
Indeed, I'm afraid there are some who do
not have one, even in their hearts. What
a stock of enjoyment was this to begin
the day with ! aud it was kind nobody
could cheat them out Of ChlPs Paper.
Important Invention for the Preser.
vation of Meat, &c.
The cost of transporting beef cattle from
the great pastures Of the West, say sl4
per head on an average, is equivalent to
two cents pound for the meat, beside the
loss of shrinkage from week or ten days
of semi.staryation.