Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1859-04-23
Never Tell 3 lie

! Children, and old persons aswell, ough
always to speak the truth from a love of
doing right, and loathing of wrong
But it sometimes strengthens upright aims
to know that honesty is also the bestpoliey
and that one who uniformly adhercs
to the truth is certain In the end to pros
pcr. The following story from the New
York Chronicle has moral for our Young
readers. f's. s'.1e {
Two country lads came at an early hour
to market town, and after arranging their
little stands, sat down to wait H. custom
ers. One was Furnished with fruits and
vegetables of the boys own raising, and the
other supplied with clans and fish. The
market hours passed along, and each little
merchant saw with pleasure his store stead
lily decreasing, and an equivalent in silver
pieces, shining in his little money cup.
The last melon lay on Harry's stand, when
a gentleman came by and placing his hand
upon it said "What a fine large melon.
think. | must have it for my dinner
What loyou ask for it my boy.
"Ihe melon is the last / have, sir; aud
| though it looks very fair, there is an I'M
sound spot on the other side" said the boy
tnrning it over"
2" So there is, said the> nun I think
| will not take it. But he added, look
ing into the boys fine open countenancc,
is it your business like to point out the
defects of your fruits to customers ?'',s
/" 1t is better than being dishonest, sir, f"
said the boy, modestly.
9" You are right, my little fellow, always
rcmenIber that principle, and you will find
favor with God and nan also You have
nothing else | wish for this morning, but
shall remember your little stand in fu-
ture. Are these clans fresh? he con
tinued turning to Ben Wilson's stand.
eyes, sir frcshthis morning l caught
them myself" was the reply; and pur.
chase being made, the gentlemen went on
his way. SO
"llarry, what fool you was to show
the gcntleman that spot in. the melon.--
Now you can take it home for your pains
or throw it away. .3y
How much wiser is he about those CLANS
l caught yesterday. Sold them at the
same price j did the fresh ones He
would have never looked at the melon
until he had gone away"
Ben, | would not tell a lie, or act one
either for twice what hayc earned this
morning. Besides, l shall be better of in
the end, for | have gained customer and
you have lost one"
And so it proved, for the next day the
gentleman bought nearly all his fruit and
vegetables of Harry, but never invested
another penny at The stand of his neigh
Nbor. Thus the season passed; the gen
tleman finding he could get good article
tipm@llarry, continually patronized him,
and sometimes talked few minutes with
him about his future hopes and prospects.
To become a merchant was his great ambi
ton. And when the winter came on, the
gentleman, wantinga trusty boy for his
store, decided on giving the place to Har-
ry. Steadily and surely he advanced in
the confdence of his employer, until, hav.
ing passed through various gradations of
clcrkship, he became atlength one of the
honored partners in the firm. Il
HUMAN LIrE:-1Swiftly glide our years
they follow each other like the waves of
ocean. Memory calls up the persons we
once knew, the scenes in which we once
were actors they appear before the mind
like the phantoms of a night vision BE-
hold the boy rejoicngin in the gayety of his
| soul--the wheels of time caunot roll too
rapidly Cor him the light of hope dances in
his eye-the smile Of expectation PLAYS IN.
on his hp-he looks forward to long years
ofJoy to come-hiS spirit burus within him
when ho hears of.great. men and mighty
dceds-he wants to be'a man---he longs to
mount the hill of ambition, to tread the
| path OF honor, to heartle shout of applause.
Look at him again he is. now in the me.
ridian of life-eare has stamped wrinkles
upon his brow -disappointmen has dim
med the lustre of his eye--sortow has
thrown its gloom upon his countonahce--lhc
looks back upon tlie waking, dreams ofhis
youth, and sighs for their futility: each
revolving year seems to diminish something
from his little stock of happiness, and he
discovers, that the season Of youth-whcn
the pulse Of anticipation beats highs the
ouly season of enjoyment. Who is he of
aged locks2 His form is bent and totters
his footsteps move moro rapidly towards
the tonb-hc looks back upon the past!
his days appear to have been few, and he
cepFessea shat they were evil the magni6.
ccfice of the great is to him Vanity--tlio
hilarity of youth, folly ho considers how
soon the gloom Of death must orcrshadow
the one, and disappointment end the other:
the world presentslittle to attract, and no.
thing to delight him still, however, he
would linger in itjsstill he would lengthen
out his days; though of beauty 5 bloom, -
| Of 4" fancy s fash, of '|music3s breath .
he is forced to exclaim, al have no pleas