The star of the north. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1849-1866, 1860-11-28


robbery; private charity is public wrong"
"That's it, Peter" said Mr.. Collett.-
"What do you think OF our philosophy, |
John ~
81 dor't like i'll don't believe ii J" said |
John. "You are quite right TO give the !
man a shilling. I'd have given him
shilling myself"
'e0h, you would-would you - said MIR. |
Colleu. % You're very generous with
your shilIings. Would you fly in the
face OF all orthodox political economy, you
VLndal :"
"Yes," said John; 'tas the Vandals flew
in the face of Rome, and destroyed what
had become falsehood and a nuisance"
"Poor John !" said Mr.. Col!eu. owe
shall never make anything of him, Peter.
Really, we'd better talk of something else.
John, tell US about the last new novel"
They conversed on various topics, until
the arrival OF the invalid's early bed time
parted uacle aud ne phews for the night.
Mary Sutton seized an opportunity the
next morning after breakfast, 10 speak 10
JohE Meade alone.
stJohn," said she, edo you think more OF
your own interest of our interest. What
occasion for you TO be so violent last night,
and 10 contradict MIR. Colett SO shockusly!
saw Peter Finch laughing TO himself
John, you must be more careful, or we
shall never be married"
GsIVan Mary baar I'll do IN host ~ iI
John. alt was that confounded Peter, with
his chain of iron maxims, tha' made me fly
out I'm not an iceberg, Mary"
'eThank heaven, you're uol!" said Mary;
"but an iceberg Aoats-ihink of that John.
Remember-every lime you offend Mr.
| ColIett, you please Mr.. Finch"
! So do, said john. eyes, I'll remem.
/ Der that"
"lf you would only try TO be litlle mean
and hard hearted" said Mary ''jnsl ii.
tie 10 begin with. You would only sloop tc
conquer -
"May gain my deserts, tEen = saic
John. care you not 10 be my loving wife
Mary! Are you not 10 sit al needlework il
my studio, while paint my great hislori
cal picture How can This come to pass
if Mr. CoIeu will do nothing for us !'
All, how, indeed g. said Mary "Bu
here's cur friend, Peter Finch, comm:
through the gate from his walk | leav,
you together" And so saying, she with
drew.
"What, Meade" said Peter Finch, as h,
entered. "SkuIking in doors on fin,
morning like this. l've been all through
the village. Not an ugly place, bu, wants
looking alter sadly. Roads shameful,
muddy. Pigs allowed 10 walk on the loo,
path I!
dreadful ~ exclaimed John.
"You came out pretty strong last night,
said Peter. Quite defed the old man.
But ike your spirit"
''l have 10 doubt that you do" though
John
"Oh, when was a youth, was a !itil,
that way myself" said Peter. But tn,
word-ihe world, my dear sir-soon cure
Us of all romantic notions. | regret, o
course, to see poor people miserable bu
what's the use of regrelting! It's no par
of The business OF the superior classes Il
interfere with the laws of supply and de
maud poor people must be miserable
What can't be cured must be endured
"That is," said John, "what we can
cure, they must endure y
Exactly so," said Peter.
Mr.. Collect was TOO i'll this day to leav,
his bed. About noon he requested 10 Sc
his nephews in his bed room. They loun'
him proPPed up by pillows, looking yer.
weak, but in good spirits as usual.
"Well, boys" said he, here am yo,
see brought 10 anchor al last. The doclo
will be here soon, suppose, TO shake hi
head and write recipes. Humbug, IN.
boys Patients can do as much for them
selves, believe, as doctors can do 10
them-ihey're all in the dark togelher-Ih,
only difference is, that the patients crop
in English, and the doctors grope in Latin
"You are rather skeptical, sir" said job
Meade.
''Pooh ~ said Mr.. Colleu. "Let u
! change the subject l want your advice
Peter and John, on matter that concern
your interests. I'm going to make my vii
10 day-and don't know how 10 act abou
your cousin, Emma Briggs. Emma dis
sraced US BY marrying an Gilman"
San Gilman "
"a vulgar, shocking Gilman ~ said Nj
Colett, "a wretch who not only sold oil
but soap, candles, turpeniine, black-lead
and rch-brooms. II was a dreadful blow
to the family. Her poor grandmother neve
got over it, and maiden amt turne
Methodist in despair. Well, Briggs, III
GILMAN, died last week, it seems and hi
widow has written to me, asking for assist
ance. Now, have thought OF leaving be
hundred a year in my will. What d