Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1875-05-05

NOSE AND EARs.-It takes us back to
when the writer boarded at a certain
kind lady's house, who had an eye for
humor, and ragged little hatchet-faced
girl would often come and beg for the
nose and ears of the meat to carry home
to her poor mother. She always got it.
The writer can see her going down the
steps now, nursing hogs head in her
arms. The kind lady moved to this
State. Some weeks since we visited
this lady at her home.
Said she Who do you reckon has
been to see me, fine lady-like woman,
and so handsomely dressed?
We gave it up.
Why, nose and ears
And then she told us the ragged little
girl of fifteen years back, was to-day a
genteel, well-mannered, nicely dressed
young married woman, and as fate
would have it, had moved to the same
town, and her house one of the neatest
in the place, and her husband a sober
and thriving and well-to-do young
tradesman. She at first didn't know
her, and the young woman had to in
troduce herself. The young woman
did more. She didn't forget the rags
of her life, but she pointed the lady
back to them and hoped she would
come to see her. And why could she
look the days of her beggary so square
IN the face, and never with blush or
culver? The answer to this she gave
the lady: For" said she, "you know
| always behaved myself, and went to
Sunday school every Sunday" Yes,
We remember some Christians gave her
dress and shoes to go to Sunday school
in. The kind lady did go to see her,
and more than this, the kind lady will
never let drop one word about the nose
and ears, lest society might get on a
high old snort, and call on the young
woman fc- proof that any of her ances-
tors ever parted their hair in the middle.
However you see what Sunday school
and good behavior did for poor little
ragged beggar.
Mr.. CHoATE AND THE AMBITIOUS Boy.
"A great many boys mistake their
calling, but all such are not fortunate
enough to find it out in as good season
as this one did. 1t is said that Rufus
Choate, the great lawyer, was once in
New Hampshire making plea, when a
boy, the son of farmer, resolved to
leave the plow and become a lawyer
like Rufus Choate. He accordingly
went to Boston, called on Mr.. Choate,
and said to him: 81 heard your plea
up in our town, and have desire to
become lawyer like you. viii you
teach me how ?"
''As well as / can," said the great
lawyer. ''Come in and sit down"
Taking down a copy of Blackstone,
he said ''Read this until l come back
and will see how you get on.
The poor boy began. An hour passed.
His back ached, his head and legs ached.
He knew not how to study. Every
moment became torture. He wanted
air. Another hour passed, and Mr..
Choate came and asked "How do
You get on ?"
''Get on ! Why, do you have to read
such stuff as this ?"
"Yes."
"How much of it ?"
''All there is on these shelves, and
more" looking about the great library.
"How long will 1T take q
"Well,'it has taken me more than
twenty-five years."
"How much do you get ?'
my board and clothes"
sis that all ?"
"Well, that is about all I have gained
as yet"
"Then," said the boy. 81 will go
back to ploughing. The work is not
near as hard, and it pays better"