Daily enterprise. (Wilmington, Del.) 1858-18??, 1858-04-03

anu as eVcryDOuy thOuEnt-anu at last
got myself to think so too-very good, very
benevolent, very pious. Indeed, l had thu
habit of talking so much about the duties Of
the rich to the poor, that, for the life of me
| never could find sufficient timo to perform
them. Nevertheless, 1 could not forbear t.
talk-it was 50 pleasant, so easy too and
with no other effort, it made mo name thai
smelt among my particular friends like a
sweet ointment.m fuirri 10 nrfG iul
"Tho more shame for youn said Mrs
Atkins. g To getaa good name, and live
upon it and do nothing forit5 why it's worse
than 'ooining--yes, passing bad money is
nothing to it.n .sat}o ~
every true, Mrs. Atkins," answered the
unruftied manikin. every true. Yet there's
a deal Of brassy character passed for good
And it may sound right enough upon the
worlds counter, but it won't do, Mrs
Atkins, when the angels come to ring it. II
won't do, ma'am. nnei4g1 80 T
III should say not,n replied the tailor's
wife, with womanly decision.
" And 30 found. II is now, madam, ten
years ago since died. If you doubt me
take your way 10 the cemetery. There
madam, you will sec my monument. There's
no mistaking it--,tis such handsome thing,
with work enough in it to have kept the
sculptor and his family for twolyemonth
am thore, ma'am, in alto relieve in foul
compartments; and in all four my Likeness
by lamenting friends is considered very per.
feet. In one place / am giving away quart
ern loaves-in another l have taken off my
own coat, and am serenely offering the gar.
mont to heggar-and the third"--- x
~ recollect. Good as picture TO look
at i'll saw it with Tom and the children
ono Sunday. Then we could get walk or
a Sunday and now it's no walk, but for ever
stitch. La, bless me and that's you in that
monument Well, never ~ CALCULATED
Mrs. Atkins, And now reoolleot, what
a lot Of fine stuff there's writ about you.n
"Don't name it, mA'am," said the littlC
man hastily; " even as / am, my cheek
tingles to think OF it. And when refiectp-
" Never mind reflections cried the tailor's
vito with decreasing Difference towards hel
visitor" but come to the story at once.
How did you get in my thimbleW li
"That was my sentence--that was my
dreadful punishment, y cried the little man.
Punishment ~ echoed Mrs. Atkins
I" Well, to be sure, little as you are, it mus
have oramped you terrible. And what's 81
very droll, / never felt your" als i.lIl
g But I felt you-reyery stitch, said tn,
manikin, and no seemed to vince at the re
collection. However, to finish my story
You must know that, although talked t
the last day of my life about the duties of tn,
rich, and the rights Of the poor-althougl
now and then, for the look Of the thing, my
name sparkled in guinea subscription TO
Homo for the Homeless, or some such pub
lie benevolence, l would buy cheap. Ever,
shilling saved, considered as new victory
over the extravaganza of trade 1t was no
for me to inquire about wages--it was n,
part of my economy to be assured that tn
journeyman could get his shoulder of muttoi
and potatoes''-- 'is t- .litIfl
g Shoulder of mutton and potatoesW ex
claimed Mrs. Atkins, as though. she spoke 0
the culinary marvels of Mahomet's Paradis
-" Well to be sure, we had bit of bee
take '5uiyI '.'''-ss's,-e then',--- ,.i