The Cadiz sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1864-1911, 1868-07-08
JONATHAN sAyILLE.
The Little Crooked Preacher.

IN the streetG L wonder hO1c You met hlnIl
| should not want better test TO know
what kind Of boy or girl you are.
Let me have tTo gueSses. Did you walk
by quickly, and think, ''Poor little soul, |
pity you?" Did you look at him so quietly
that he thought, 'They did not notice my
stunted shoulders and my crooked back2
Perhaps | am not so bad, after all?" and
then his whole, poor little heart took cour-
age. and was happy, though you had not
said one word to him.
Suppose you had torn your coat, OF had
your head shaved, or lost one eye; should
not you like strangers to pass you IN this
way2
But now for my other guess. don't
believe you did this; for children are not
apt to be cruel. Did you start, stare hard,
| aud turn round TO gaze at him? Did he
hear you say, 'Oh, look!'' Did you even
laugh at the poor old care-worn face, that
told of pain, neglect, tears, and long, Sleep
less nights? Well then, tou did not stop
to think; for insist upon it that children
are not cruel. al ~
I once knew dwarf, small as child of
nine; but she was thirty years old. and a
very good, kind woman. She would go
out to visit the poor, give them half of her
| little income, and then come home, throw
herself on the bed, and cry like child,
| and wish she were dead, because she said
every one stared at her, and she felt as if
they could not bear to see her in the
| street.
| Here is the story Of another dwarf, who
| was wiser than to wish himself dead. 1t
| is all true, as you will find, if you look in
| the records of the Methodist Church.
jonathan Saville was bright little boy,
as straight and handsome as any OF you to-
day. He had a good mother and father,
and pleasant home in England; only his
p:sfents worked for their daily bread, and
could not lay up money.
Before Jonathan was four years old his
mother died Itis hard enough to lose a
mother out of a rich home, with money
and servants md plenty of friends left to
take care of one. But this mother had
earned her boys food, cooked it, taken all
the care of him and made the poor little
house they lived in. bright and happy
When she was buried and his father had
gone to work in the quarries all day long.
jonathan was soloneIy that he ttlt as if
nothing worse could HAPPEN.
But one day, while his father was at
work, a great mass Of earth and stones fell
in and buried him. When the body was
dug out it was dead, and not Jonathan had
neither father mother, nor home.
He was only seycn years old, and they
sent him to the poorhouse to live. When
he began to grow, aud was fine, active lad,
ne was apprehticed to master. The mas
ter sent him to work in the Delholme coal
mines.
Just think; while other boys were flying
| their kites, or studying. in their pleasant
homes, with fathers and mothers to help
them, this little fellow, without home, or
father or mother, was earning money for
his master. ~
Every morning he started at daylight,
walked two or three miles, and had to reach
the mine at six clock. Then he went down
out of the sunshine into this black pit in
the earth, with only lamps to light it, and
and worked hard to six at night twelye
long hours.
After the days work be walked home two
or three miles again, and then had to spin
wors;ed until bedtime. There are thous>
ands OF clildren to-day, in the English
mine. who work as hard as this.
StroAg and bright as Jonathan was, the
hard work began to break HIM down. He
lost his spirits and strength. One night,
when about ten years old, he was walking
home SO tired that he could hardly lift his
feet. lie came to a swanpy place, and be-
gan to stick in the thick mud; the more he
tried to go on, the faster the mud held him
and at last he could not stir. . There he
Stood tired, weak, no friend, no home, and
he thought that certainly nothing worse
could happen to him; but he did not know
| what was to come.
A young man helped him out ofthe mire,
| and led him home, for he seemed more
dead than alive. After this he could not
go the the coal>mine again, but worked at
! the spinning-wheel at his masters house
Jonethan fit so sick and weak that if his
mother had been alive, she would have tuck
ed him up in bed, and cooked nice food,
and bought medicine, to try and bring back
! his strength.
Instead of this, his, mastcr'r daughter
was harsh woman, and cared ior nothing
tut to make. him work. One day shiver-
/, ing so that he could rot spin, he crept to
the fire to warm himself Then the wo-
man scolded and struck him to tho floor.
| He fell so hard as to break his thigh-bone,
and in dreadful pain he crawlcd TO bed and
lay down.
This only made the woman more angry,
for her father to drive him back to the
wheel. sf. .r-.-y,
The story is to dreadful to tel, but ]
when to tell you what kind oftroubles these
poor little deformed creatures. may have
borne, and how splendidly then can tri
umph over them.
The master came, angry as his daughter
and threatened almost to killed Jonathan il
he did not go to work. So the boy tool
hold by chair and tried to limp back Il
the wheel, but he fell to the floor Ther
the master dragged him roughlytn his place
and forced him down on low stool, ant
then made him work all day in agony. NJ
doctor came to see the broken bone, aHc
when he could not help groaning, the wo
nan in the house Knocked him.
| At last the blessed night came, wien thu
hour of work was over, and he could liz
down. He creptto bed and held the bro
ken bone in its place with his hand; bu
You will believe he did not sleep much, fcl
pain. $&AA VIII &.& @f .A
After time the bones healed, but no
| in the right place; the strong, bright bo,
wan left q mere wreck bent almost double
For some time he could only go about b.
creeping on his hands and knees. .
When the master found that his appren
tice was not really fit to work he took hin
back to the poor-horse. jonathan coult
not creep SO far, and theniaster carried hin
part Of the way on his back, the broken lc
, dangling in the air.
\ And now the worst of his troubles wcr
over. The superintendent of the poo
house was kind man and took pity o
the poor cripple. He bathed him and CON
forted him, gave him good food and set hir
I light tasks. 550ae s1@l
!, The other paupers we're kind to jonathan
and they told him how his father used t
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