Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1870-06-15

| giving him shilling? What claim had he
on me? What claims had he on anybody
The value of his labor in the market is all
that workman has right to, and when
his labor is of no value, why, then he must
| go to the devil, or wherever else he can.
Eh, Peter? That my philosophy; what
do you think p
Il quite agree with you, cir, said Mr..
Finch perfectly agree with you. The
| value of their labor in the market is all that
laborers can pretend TO; all that they should
| have. Nothing acts more perniclously
than the absurd extraneous support called
charity
Hear, hear RI" said Mr. Collett. You
are clever fellow, Peter Go on, my dear
boy, 90 on
What results from charitable aid ?' con-
tinued Peter THE value of labor is kept
at AL unnatural level. State charity is
state robbery private charity is public
| wrong.
That's it, PeterI'' said Mr.. Collett.
what do you think Of our philosophy, Mr..
Meade?"
Il don't like it; l don't believe it - said
John. You were quite right to give the
man shilling. I'd have given him shil-
ling myself"
You would, would you?' said Mr. Col
lett. You're very generous with your
shillings. Would you lily in the face of or
thodox political economy, you Vandal?"
Yes" said John; 'as the Vandals flew
in the face of Rome, and destroyed what
mad become falsehood and 4 nuisance.
Poor john" said Mr. Collctt. I'VE
shall never make anything of hun, Peter.
Really, we'd better talk Of something else
Mr.. Meade, tell Us about the last new nov
! el.i
They ccGFeFsed on various topics, until
the arriya! Of the invalid's early bed tune
| parted uncle and nephews for the night.
Mary Jayne seized an opportunity, the
next morning, after breakfast, to speak with
John Meade alone.
john" said she, do think more of your
own intcrest-of our interest. What oeca-
sion for yea TO be SO violent last night, aud
contradict hir CoIlett so shockingly ? 1 saw
air. Finch laughing to himself John, you
must be more careful or we shall never be
married. "
We'll, Mary dear, III do my best" said
John Meade. 1t vas that conioundcd Mr..
Finch, with bis chain of iron maxims, that
made me ly out I'm not ali iceberg,
Mary"
Thank Heaven, you're Dot'' said Mary
Jayne; but an iceberg foats-;hink of
that John Meade Remember, every time
yoa offend Mr.. Collett you please Peter
Finch. "
$50 I der said John. Yes, I'll re
member that"
Ii you would only trY to be little mean
and hard hearted, said Mary; '.justa lit
tie to begin with. You would only stoop
to colqper, John, aud you deserve to COZ
quer.
May I gain my deserts, then p said Mr..
Meade Are you not 70 be MY loving
wife. Mary? And are you not to sit at
uetdiewoek in my ztuiio, whilst paint my
great historical picture? How eau this
come to pass if Mr. Collett will DO nothing
for us p
'Ah, how indeed? ?' said Mary Jayne.
but here's our friend, Peter Finch, com
ing through the gate from his walk. Ileave
you together" And so saying she with
drew.
''What, John Meade ?'' said Peter Finch
as be entered. ''Skulking in doors on a
fine morning ike this I've been all thro'
the village Not an ugly place-but wants
looking after sadly. Roads shamefully
muddy Pigs allowed to walk on the foot
path y
Dreadful exclaimed John.
Il say-you came out pretty strong last
night, said Peter. Quite defed the old
man BurI like your spirit. -
81 have no doubt you do, y thought Mr..
Meade.
''Oh, when was youth, l was little
that way myself" said Peter. but the
world-;he world, my dear sir-soon cures
US OF all romantic notions. l regret, Of
course, to see poor people miserable; but
what's the use of regretting? It's no part
| OF tBe DGSlUesS vi lhc SUpSIlOI ClSSSCS ~ III
terfere with the laws of supply and demand;
poor people must be miserable What can t
be cured must be endured. -
That is to say" returned Mr.. John
Meade, what we can't cure, they must en-
| dure p
Exactly so, said Peter.
Mr.. Collett this day was too Ill to leave
| his bed About noon he requested to see
his uephews in his bedroom. They found
him proped up by pillows, looking very
weak, but in good spirits as usual.
We'll boys, +" said he, here l am you
see; brought to an anchor at last The doc
tor will be here soon, | suppose, to shake
his. head aud write recipes. Humbug,
my boys! Patients can do as much fol
themselves, l believe, as doctors can do fol
them they re all in the dark together
the only difference is, that the patient.
grope in English, and the doctors grope il
Latin ~
HYou are too skeptical, sir, said Johr
l.