East Saginaw courier. (East Saginaw, Mich.) 1859-18??, 1860-08-23


play Shame on himl grown man we
must call our children"
And from all those wsndows went the
laugh and the sneer. Men with gold tas-
seled caps set on perfuined locks, laugh
ed 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 away--the poor man had
grown rich. Wealth had come to him,
but through toll but it did not corrupt
his good heart, his simple taste. Still he
loved children and their sports. He
built himself splendid mansion, however,
and lived in the style his great revenues
permitted. Again, as in days of yore, a
great load Of bricks was left in the vicin-
ity of his house. Again the children gath
cred 10 "play house," and again the man
sat watching them at his window.
Yes, it was his window nova win
dow whose glass was costly plate-and
he sat there no longer as the tenant of a
hired house, in coarse clothes, but attired
in the richest broadcloth. Again as he
looked at the busy beautiful group below
his heart kindled with the memories of
old and he felt himself compelled to go
down and teach the juveniles his brick
game. So in moment after, he stood
in their midst, and STOPPING picked the
bricks and arranging them set them in
motion.
How the children laughed and their
bright eyes sparkled. The noise brought
the aristocratic neighbors to the windows.
"Well to be sure there's Mr. b. that
wealthy gentleman opposite playing with
the children. Isn't it pretty sight,
dear ?"
eyes and what fine looking man he
is, to be sure. What freshness of heart
he must have, to enjoy their little game
with so much zest ? | declare it's quite
refreshing"
$50 it is; they say he is worth all of
two millions. Hasn't he fine igure?"
"Splendd Do see him clap his hands !
declare it really brings the tears to my
eyes"
Wipe 'em away-wipe em away,
Matte, they are crocodile tears~ Cried
young STRIPPING Of seventeen. His sis.
ter maiden lady of unutterable age,
looked around Indignantly.
Fact, sis they're real crocodile tears,
and l can prove it. When | was seven
years old the same gentleman came out
of little white house and taught us chill
dren the same trick, and sis, you and
mother both called him an " old fool, as
| distinctly remember; and | for one re-
ceived tremendous injunction not to
speak to his children nor notice them in
any way"
"Nonsense, Fred J" said his sister.
/ new it was nonsense, but you did
it. You called him all sorts Of names-a
ridiculous old GOOSE" "grown up
baby" and | don't know what all. Now
here's the same old fellow up to the same
old trick and oh gracious, there never
was such charming, beautiful, delightful
scene. Really i ought to write poem
on it--guess | will, and entitle it Then
and now," or how a fool grows wiser as
he grows richer" Which would be the
best, sis?"
"Hold your tongue p snapped the lady.
Fred's sarcasm was not misplaced
What is called the poor mans simplicity
is the rich mans sublimity. 1t was the
same noble, tender, loving heart standing
by his little ones in his coarse coat, !eer-
ed at and insulted with impunity by the
rich, that bends his fine broadcloth to the
dust in order to be on level with the little
ones but not to the neighbors Poor,
all his nobleness was but dross in their
eyes. Rich and his weakness would be
heavenly lustres, since their offset was
the almighty dollar.