The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1867-02-28
How We Act, and not How We Look.


How We Act, and not How We Look.
% Tommy. what funny little woman !.
come and see = cried Harry Wilde, SIS be
stood at the window of his fathers house
in pleasant English town. Tommy ran
10 the window and looked out, and laugh
ed louder than his brother. 1t was in
deed a funny sight TO see. In the midst
of pelting rain, through mud and run
ming water, there waddled along the
/ queerest, quaintest little roiypoly figure
! YOU can imagine. 1t was dwarf wo-
| man, who. though no taller than a child
of seven or eight years, wore an enor.
nous bonnet, and carried an overgrown
umbrella. Her clothes were tucked up
| about her in a queer way, and altogether
/ she was very laugh-at able little crea-
ture.
! As she passed, she looked up, and
such an odd face as she had The nose
was odd and long, as though it had kept
on growing after the other features gave
out. Indeed it was SO big that the eyes
had got into way of looking at it con
stantly which did not improve their
beauty. The hair was bushy, and of a
| lively red. but the mouth was quite
sweet and goosl humored, and the little
I
| in them. ef
! Well said Harry, If were such an
! absurd looking body as that, l wouldn't
show myself. I'd hide by day, aud only
come out by night, like an owl wouldn't
| you. Tommy.
Yes said the little boy, and then
asked, Did God make her, Harry
why, yes he made what there is of
her, suppose, but it WASH t worth while
to go on with her
Il should like to know of what use such
poor wee thing can be-, said Harry,
Struggling his shoulders.
God knows said Mrs. Wilde, sand he
did not make her in vain
The next day was Christmas. The
rain was over, and it was clear and
cold
'Hurrah !. cried Harry from the win
dow shere's our wee bit of woman
again. Her hair is as fiery as ever.--
l wonder the rain didn't put it out
She might warm her hands in it, if
it were not for carrying that big basket
Mrs. Wilde, reproving Harry for his
thoughtlcss speech, looked ont The
dwarf was , tSadging slowly along. bear
seized with strong desire to know more
about the strange little creature; so she
hurried to her room, put on bonnet
and cloak. went out and followed after
her, quietly. She had to 60 on long
way before her curiosity was satisfied,
but at last she saw the dwarf enter
miserable house, in the suburbs of the
town. Mrs. Wilde stole up to window,
and ventured TO look in.
She saw the dwarf surrounded by a
crowd of shouting children, to whom she
was giving Christmas cake, toys, and
clothes from her basket She saw her
giving food and medicine to poor wo-
man, who lay on bed in a corner
She heard her say, Have the Goals conner
and the woman answered, Yes, and tie
blankets God bless you!' She saw her
take up the baby, feed it, and play with
it-so big baby that Mrs. Wilde thought
it ought to take turns in tending, with the
good little dwarf.
Then the lady turned away in tears.
| and went home. When she had told
Harry what she had seen. he blushed
deeply, and Tommy said, God knew bet
ter than brother wha: the funny little
woman was good for; didn't be p
[Grace Greenwoec,sss Stories Of Many
| Lands.
/ The New York Tribune's special from
/ W ashington the 14th, says: "Thad Ste
| vens vas unable to leave his house to-
day on account of sickness brought on
| by fatigue and excitement resulting from
| his speech in the House yesterday. He
] tainted in his library this morning, and
was carried to his bed, and has been un
able TO see visitors since. He is some
what better this evening.
A mans strength in this life is often
/ greater from some single word. remem-
| bered and cherished, than in arms or in
war Looking over the dead on field
/ of battle, it was easy to see why that
young man fought SO valiantly Hidden
under his vest was a sweet face done up
in gold and so, through loves heroism,
he fought with double strokes, and dan
ger mounting higher, till he found honor
in death. So, il you carry the talisman
of Christ in your heart, it will give you
strength and courage in every conflict,
and at death open to you the gates of
glory.
The FLIGHT OF TIME--There aremany
things of which we have much more
vivid perception at some times than at
others. The thing Is before you; but
sometimes you can grasp it firmly--some-
times it eludes you mistily. You are
walking along country path, just with
in hearing of distant bells You hear
them faintiv; but, all of sudden, by
some caprice Of the wind, the sound is
borne to you with startling clearness--
There is something analogous to that in
our perceptions and feelings of many
great facts and truths Commonly we
perceive them and feel them family; but
sometimes they are borne in upon as.
we cannot say how. Sometimes we ge,
vivid glimpses of things which we have
often talked of, but which we had never
discerned and realized before And fol
many days it has been SO with me.
have seemed to feed the lapse of time
with startling clearness-
have no doubt. my reader, that you
have sometimes done the like You
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