St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1881-03-11
a Helping Hand.

Every mans Nemean Lion lies in wait for him
somewhere. '-RuSkiiI.
There was a small crowd of boys and
men gathered upon an uptown corner
the other morning; and the occasion of
it was Il horse fallen in the harness.
a respectable-looking horse, which was
driven by a boy, who now tugged at
his head, vainly urging him to rise.
Jerk him up called a man who stood
on the sidewalk, with both hands in
his pockets. Give him the whip ~
Each one shouted out some advice but
no one volunteered to assist the boy,
who was just far enough away from his
boyhood to feel like having a good
cry. But he coaXed and pulled at the
horse that now lay quite still, and,
with horse sense, did not try to move
on the slippery ice, but stretched his
neck ont in a way that brought despair
to the heart of the boy, who believed
that he was going to die on his hands.
just then, a man came walking briskly
along, and saw the PROSTATE horse and
the looking boy. He car
red "a heavy piece of machinery in one
hand but this he laid aside, as he
stepped out to the horse and began to
take off the harness. In moment, he
had run the shafts back and left the
horse free. Then he took the bride
rein, gave a quick, sharp chirrup, and
the animal sprung to his feet and gave
himself great shake. The man helped
the boy to Teharness him, the two eX-
changed a smile of thanks and welcome,
and then the man picked up his ma
chinery and walked cheerily off one
way, as the boy drove off another. He
had slain the Nemean lion to begin his
day; and we may well believe that
when evening came he would be one of
those who can sing
Something accomplished, something done
Has earned nights repOse.
An old cOlored woman stopped at q
corner of one of the most fashionable
thoroughfares the other afternoon, just
before nightfall, and looked disconso-
lately up and down the street. Then
she appealed to a beautiful girl in Il
Raphael hat, and with eyes like some
pictured saint, who tripped along in
rich and costly attire, please, miss,
mount this be Anthony street, deary p
but only look from the beautiful eyes
was vOuchsafed her. Then came some
fair and prosperous matrons, all laugh
ing and chattering over their Christmas
purchase. The old aunty, with her
withered face, stood in the way.
please, honeys, will We direct me to
Anthony street Use done got lost
1--WE never heard of such a street. they
said, aud went laughing on. 1t was a
weary professor, going home from in
strumental lesson-giving, with the
merest breath of life left in him, who
stopped and said, "YOu mean Antoine
street, aunty," and he turned her in the
right direction, and saw that she follow
ed it. And so he had slain his Nemeau
lion before he slept. For the difficulty
of moment in the path of every body j:
the small, homely, unheroic duty
which is so unbeautiful that we will
not see it, and has so little grandeur
with which to invest us when we have
performed it. Who of us cares to bt
seen assisting an old woman with al
over burden of unwashed clothes or {
blind man cropping behind a wheelbar
row The fear of ridicule is stronger
than the creed of ages.-DetrOu Ere
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