The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1859-03-17

With the exception OF his coarse
clothes, he was much more gentleman
ly and dignifed in his appearance than
any merchant in that princely row.
A pile Of bricks had been empted
quite near his doorway; they were for
repairs. AS this man looked out, he
saw two or three children with his
own little ones, hummng and buzzing
about the bricks. Their dainty little
hands were eager to fashion houses
and bridges. and all sorts of momen,
tary architecture. Suddenly the poor
man bethought him OF pastimc Of
his own when he was child, and his
heart having retained tie pure and
sweet emotions of youth through the
cares and hardships of mature life,
he hastily threw on his hat, and going
down he taught them new trick. 1t
was this: to place a row OF bricks on
end, quite near to each other, forming
u long line; by touching the last one
an impetus is given to every brick by
its next neighbor, and the row is pres
emily swept down in regular order
The children clapped their hands and
shouted so loudly that some of the
rich ncighbGrs, coming to their Will
dows, saw how their little ones were
employed, taking lessons in amuse-
ment from a poor and almost unknown
man.
What a loolN said one, sneering|y;
i should think the man WAS an over
grown baby. See him laugh! See
him pIay Shame on himl a grown
man: we must call our children iu,'
And from all those windows Went
the laugh and the sncer. Men with
gold.tasSclcd caps set on perlnmed
locks, laughed the poor man to scorn;
women in beautifully embroidered
robes turned down the corners of their
pretty lips, and the children were
speedily called in.
Years paSsed--the poor man had
grown rich. Wealth had come to
him, not through toll, but it did not
corrupt his good heart, his simple
tastes. Still he loved children and
thcirsports. He built himscIta splen-
did mansion, however, and lived in tho
style his great revenues permitted.
Again, as in days Of yorc, there was
a great load of bricks left in the vi
cnity of his home. Again little chill
drcn gathered to "play house" aud
again the man sat watching them at
his window. Yes, it was his window
uow--a window whose glass was
costly pIate--and he sat there no lon
ger the tenant of n hired house, in
coarse clothes, but attlrcd in the rich
est ofbroad cloth, Again, as he look
cd at the busy, beautiful group below,
his heart kindIcd with the memories
Of old, and he felt himself compelled
to 90 down and teach the Juveniles
/ his brick game. So, in q moment al
ter he Stoodin their midst, and stoop-
ing, picked up the bricks, and arrang-
ed them, and then set them in motion.
How the children laughed, and their
bright eyes sparklcd! The noise
brough the aristocratic ncighbors to
their windows.
. well, TO be sure There's Mr..
D, that wealthy gentleman op.
, posilc playing with the children.-~
Isn't it a pretty sight, dearP
Yes, and what fine looking man
he is, TO be sure. What freshness OF
, heart he must have to enjoy their lit
+ tie game with 50 much zeal ldeclaro
it's quite touchinS'
80 it is; they say he is all of two
million. Hasn't he II fine iigureP
Splendid! Do see him clap his
! hands declare it really brings the
tears to my eyes"
"Wipe 'cm away--wipe 'em way.
Matte, they're crocodile tcarsr cried
young STRIPPING OF seventeen.
His sister, a maiden lady of an un-
Z, uttcrabe age, looked round indignant
Z Fact, sis; they're real crocodile
: tears, and I'll prove it. When | was
seven years old that same gentleman
came out Of II little white house and
Il taught US children that same trick
:, And sis, you and mother both called
e him an odd fool MS | distinctly re
e member; and !, for one, received a
, tremendous injunction not to speak tc
! his children or notice them in any
way"
$ Nonsense. Fred" said his sister
3 turning red.
d 81 knew it was nonsense. but yor
did it. You called him all sorts o
names--a ridiculous old goose" ;
g g grown up baby and | don't know
u what. Now here's the same old feI
r low up to the same old trick; and OF
t gracious, there never was such
4 beautiful, charming, delightful scene
- Really, | ought to write Il poem on
guess will, and cntitle it Then an
o Now or'Thc Fool grows Wiser as h
d grows Richer which would be tn
il best, sis"
g "lIold your tongue snapped tn
=. lady. ,
&c FreTs sarcasm was not misplaced
n What is called the poor mans SIM
IN plicity, is entitled the rich mans suo
iimity. 1t was the same noble ten
= der. loving, great heart standing by
tho little ones in the coarse coat
ieered at and insuIted with impunity
Inv the rich, that now bends his fin
byoadclolh to the dust in order to b
%, ON a level with the little ones; but NO