The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1881-02-24
Our Young People
A Helpinp Hand

for him somewhere.-[ Ruskin.
There was a small crowd OF men
and boys congregated upon an up
town corner the other morning,
and the occasion of il was a horse
fallen in the harness. respecta
ble-looking horse drawing a res
pectable looking milk wagon, and
driven by boy, who now tugged
at his head, vainly urging hum 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 ad-
vice, but ~ one volunteered to as
sist the boy, who was just far
enough away from his childhood 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 out in way that brought de
spair TO the heart OF the boy, VINO
believed he was going TO die on his
hands.
Just then a man came walking
bTiskly along and saw the PROSTATE
horse and the disconsolatet looking
Roy; Ee carried a heavy piece OF
machinery in his hand, but this he
laid aside as he stepped out to the
horse and began to take of his
harness. In a moment he had run
the shafts back and left the horse
free. Then he took the bride rein,
gave quick, sharp chirrup, and
the animal sprung to his feet and
gave himself a great shake; the
man helped the boy reharness him,
the two exchanged a smile of
thanks and welcome, and then the
man picked up his machinery and
walked cheerily of one way as the
boy drove off another. He had
slain :he 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 a nights repose.
An old colored woman stopped
at a corner of one of the most fash
ionable thoroughIares the other al
ternooD, just before nightfall, and
looked discOnsOlately up and down
the street; then she appealed to a
beautiful girl in a Raphael hat, and
with eyes like some pictured saint
who tipped along IN rich and cost
ly attire: please, Miss, mought
this be Anthony street, deary ?"
but only look from the beautiful
eyes was vouchsafed her. Then
came some fair and prosperous ma
irons, all laughing and chattering
over their Christmas purchases.
The old aunty with her wIthered
face stood in the way. please,
honeys, will ye direct me to AnthO-
ny street? Ise done got lost"
1--WE never heard of such Il
street" they said, and went laugh
ing on. 1t was weary professor
going home from instrumental les
son giving, with the merest breath
of lille left to him, who stopped and
said, you mean Antoine street.
Aunty," and he turned her in the
right direction, and saw that she
followed it. And so he had stain
his Nemean lion before he slept
For the difficulty of mOmert in
the path of ever body is the small,
homely, unheroic duty, which is so
unbeautiful we Will nc; see it, and
has SO little grandeur with which
to invest us when we have
performed it Who of US cares to
be seen assisting an old woman
with an overburden of clothing
or blind man cropping behind a
wheelbarrow? The fear of ridicule
is stronger than the creed Of ages.
Il NJ. Quad.