Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1858-07-29
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INTELLECT IN RAGS.

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hands were. blue, and his teeth chartered
with cold. Lying upon his knees was a
newspaper he had picked up in the street,
and he was trying to read the words
upon it. He had been occupied thus for
some time, when two little girls clad in
silks and furs, came towards him. The
Oldest n was about twelve years old
and so beautiful that the poor boy raised
his eyes and fixed them upon her in UNI
disguised admiration.
The child of wealth stopped before him
and turning to her companion exclaim-
ed
Marian, just see this fellow on my
steps! Boy what are you doing here ?"
Il am trying to learn to read upon
this little bit Of paper" answered the
boy.
The girl laughed derisiyely and said /:
We'll, truly l have heard of intel.
lect in rags Marian, but here it is per-
sonifed."
Marian's soft hazel eyes filled with
tears, as she replied
sob, Louise, do not talk so you
know what Mrs. Fannie teaches in
SCHOOL,"
The rich and the poor meet together,
and the Lord is the Maker Of them all"
Louise laughed again, and said to the
boy
"Get up from here, you shall not sit on
my steps, you are too ragged and dirty"
The boy arose, and a blush crimsoned
his face. He was walking away, when
Marian said:
"Don't GO little boy YOU are so cold,
come to my house and get warm. Oh do
come" she continued, as he hesitated /;
and he followed her into a large kitchen,
where a bright farm,ire was shedding
its genial warmth around.
"Well Miss Marian, who are you
bringing now ?" asked the servant wo-
man.
"A poor boy, who is almost persisted !;
will you let him get warm, will you not
Rachel 2"
ooh, he shall warm sit here little
boy" and Rachel pushed a chair in front
Of the stove, she then gave him a piece
of bread and meat.
Marian watched these arrangements,
and then glided from the room when
she returned, she had a primer, with the
first rudiments Of spelling apd reading.
Going to the boy. she said
Little boy, here is a book that you
can learn to read from better than a
piece of paper. Do you know your let
tiers ?"
"Some of them, but not all. I never
had anybody to teach me. | just learn
ed myself but oh, | want to read SO bad
ly."
Marian sat down beside him, and began
teaching him his letters. She was so
busily occupied in this work that she did!
not see her mother enter the room, nor
hear Rachel explain about the bof and
she knew not that her mother stood
some time behind them, listening to her
noble child teaching the beggar boy his
letters.
There were but few that he had not al
ready learned himself, and it was not
long before Marian had the satisfaction
Of hearing him repeat the alphabet,
When he rose to go, he thanked Ra.
chel for her kindness, and offered Marian
her book.
"No, I don't want it +" she said, "I
have given it to you to learn to read
from. Won't you tell me your name 2"
Jimmie" he replied.
II will not forget you Jimmie, you
must always remember Marian Hayes"
was the little girls farewell.
Louise Gardner and Marian Hayes
were playmates and friends. Their
dwellings, joined, and almost every hour
of the day they were together, for they
attended the same school. These two
children were very differently DISPOSE.
toned, and very differently brought up.
Louise was proud and naughty. Power
ty in her eyes was a disgrace and crime,
and she tho't nothing too severe for the
poor to suffer. These views she learned
from her mother. Mrs. Gardener moved
in n exclusive circle-the ben ton of
New York. Without its precincts she
never ventured, for all others were be-
meath her. Louise, taught to mingle
with no other children excepting those Of
her mothers friends, was growing up
believing herself ever better than they.
The teaching that Marian Hayes re-
ceived was entirely different from this.
Mrs. Hayes was acknowledged by Mrs.
Gardner as one of her particular friends
yet though she moved among that circle,
she was far from being one Of them. Her
doctrine was the text her little girl had
used. The rich and the poor meet to.
gether, and the Lord is the Maker Of
them ALL" This was taught Marian,
there was no distinction as to wealth and
position that the distinction was in
worth alone. She taught her to rever-
ence age. and to pity the poor and desi.
tute ; andsthat " pleasant words were as
sweet as honey comb, sweet to the SOUL"
a little kindness was better than money.
Marian learned the lesson well, and was
ever ready to dispense her gentle words
to all, whether they were wealthy and
influential, or ragged and INDECENT as the
boy she had that cold morning befriend.
ed.
a gay and brilliant throng were as
sembled il the city of Washington
Congress was in session, and the hotels
crowded with strangers. It was an eve
ming party. The brilliantly lighted
rooms were filed with youth and beauty.
Standing near p of the doors were
two young ladies, busiay engaged CONVEX.
sing together. The elder of the two
suddenly exclaimed
HOh Marian, have you seen Mr.. Ham
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