The dollar weekly bulletin. [volume] (Maysville, Ky.) 1862-1864, 1862-11-13
BIZ FINLEY JOHNSON.

poor. He is blessed with lovely daughter
Ibis only daughter in whom is conferred
the whole of his affections.
She is indeed beautiful, aud as she sits
there in the old cham Der, by the side of the
roaring FIRE, one might fancy she was an San
gel Of light" wandering among the scents
Of earth. Her heart is always open to the
sufferings of the needy. and her hand always
ready to assist their wants; and there is not
one within range of the old farm house, but
speaks the praise of Amelia Hardy.
The old farmer is gazing upon the grace
full form with feelings of delight. as she sits
by his side sewing, and. as he cast glance
at the frost clustered window panes, he rubs
his hands as if exultins in his comforts, and
exclsims:
Ills bitter cold, my child
Yes. indeed replied the daughter, but
We feel it not
NO. thank God! He has given US all the
comforts Of life'
Father said the young girl, how miser-
able must those be who have no home, no
fire. no friends
The old man was about to reply, perhaps
to give vent 10 some words of n, ere commits
seratIoD, but at that time a shadow passed
the window. knock was shortly heard at
the door. The latter being opened man
clothed in rags entered.
Misery was stamped upon every feature
OF his face. aud poverty could be seen in
every fstter ofhis tattered garments. Want
showed its CHASTITY form in his dim and us-
treless eyes. Starvation and its train of hor-
rors were plainly perceptible in his feeble
steps, emaciated form, and trembling voice
If there was one thing that farmer Hardy
detested above all others, it was to be an
noyed by applications for assistance, it mat
mt hafh u L
or not.
The new comer shivering with cold, for
his clothing was too thin to protect him from
the icy wind, and he eazed upon the fire
with feelings Of bitterness, for it recalled to
him the destitution Of his own home. He
turned to the old, farmer. who was leaning
back in cushioned chair, and in a tone or
agony thus eutreated him.
Gould you assist poor man? I am out
Of work, sir. l am not accustomed TO
beg. but sickness and want have driven me
{ it!
Il have nothing for you,' said the farmer;
at the same time stirring up the blazing fire
before him.
1T is only trife,' persisted the man hum
bly,, my family are starving. l can get 20
work, and without relief we must die of
hunger
The heart of Amelia was moved to COM
passion at the poor mans complaint. and she
regretted the cold refusal Of her father. Ris-
ing, she said:
"Poor man! think father l have some
small things which might be of service to
him. and she was about to 60 in search Of
them, when the old man exclaimed,
Silence, girl! Be off you vagaboLd-l
never encourage beggars.'
4 am no beggar, SIR said the shivering
visitor. I am lot able to get work now but
when spring sets in shall obtain it, and IN
til that time must have aid or perishn'
Leave my house! begonen was the reply.
The poor man departed with sorrow in his
heart to find kinder soul than that of far
mar Hardy.
Father said the daughter, after he had
gone we have plenty, and why not assist
the poor? That man is worthy of assistance
and we might have aided him and never
missed it."
i will have no beggars encouraged at my
house, was farmer Hardy's rejoinder. If
Jones is iD want let him apply to the trus-
tees Of the aims house,
- Amelia did not answer. Her thoughts
were wandering to the desolate homes of the
poor man, and her mind was engaged in
forming some plans for his relief.
Henry Jones was ill-fitted for the trade
Of besgar, and the pressing wants of his
family alone urged him on. Leaving farmer
Hardy's he once more braved scorn and con- |
tempt; but all in vain. Weary and worn.
he at last tent his steps homeward. The
midnight tempest Of despair was raging in
his soul, and as he thought of his starving
wife and children, tears of bitter agony
eoursed down his cheeks.
: Amelia Hardy, in the meantime was not
idle. The old farmer, after a moments ST /
lence lighted his pipe, and was soon envel-
oped in cloud of smoke. While thus en-
room, to Put in practical operation her plans
of relief.
She bad recognized the man who had ap-
piled to her father for assistance, and was
deeply hurt at his refusal. Calling the SER
want, she loaded him with all the necessaries
of life. A basket was filled with bread and
m eat, tea and sugar, together with some old
cloths, and thus, with his burden they pro-
ceeded on their journey. 1t was two long
miles before she reached her destination. and
- cold was most bitter. But what cared
ev oble girl! she was on an Grand of mer-
which the warmth of the fires of charity
genial i,sso"ed within the heart, spread its
Atlss, e nee throughout her frame.
Jones she reacl-l1 tbe co,tago ~ U.rr
Bnt what Vi H.Iis
III Lsreaser even thane oil misery met her
" H, .: were dam p aud bare expected. The !
o. straw, and a broken ,ahI.. ;ro lint a he'd
furniture. and little hups ,r, f fsse M the
non every corner. As Amelia aazsaeped
inis scene OF wee, she wept, anS
her tears with those Of the famish; u mipgio
But light breaks in upon the . .cU.nef
darkness--the SILVER lining" is discsrso!,
benssth the black cloud which SO long bsS
lowered over them, and hopes bright rain
DOW sPauued their dark heavens. Like an
angel of mercy m alia took tho hail..
ss she raised the lid the children gathered
around her, and smiles lit up the mothers
face. Food was given to the hungry, cloth
ing 70 the thinlY clad and ten o. nd snaax