Year: 1860

cures vice Is greater than ne VINO PUNISH
es it,


Becky did not understand half this
only this much, that nobody could be SC
great as the Judge her master; so curtesy
ing less respectfully than she otherwise
would have done, she waited for the child
to be released from the dock, threw a
large handkerchief from her pocket across
its shoulders, that it might look less like
a vagrant, and then reverting back to the
due disposal of the two pounds in the
spice-box, she took the child's hand, and
made her way to the cab outside the door,
followed by the wondering and ejaculat-
ing barber.


To wash the child well by the kitchen
fire, to make cup of tea, to invite the
barber thereunto, to reach the child little
pictured cup from the closet, were mat
ters of course with Becky; and much did
she calculate, and more did the barber,
as, between the ravenously y eaten cake,
and the sweetened tea, the precious, will
full, neglected intellect of crime told of
its narrow hell or human life, which it
believed was heaven Long was the
talk of Becky and the Barber, whilst the
babyhood of crime, not disavowed by ma
ture, nestled to its rest and as Mr.. Bottle
was of nervous temperate, and much
giveu to count his spoons and forks, and
make particular enquiry after his masters
good spectacles, it was judged wise to
keep the real truth from him, for the
present; and moreover as the Times police
report would appear next day, it would
be advisable not to post that paper, 80 that
some chance might lie of the matter es-
Gaping the keen notice of Thrasham.


1t was necessary to give the child a
name before Mr.. Bottle came. The bar
Der suggested many good ones; none,
however, pleasant to the ear of Becky,
But when the child began to look CRATE
fully up into her face, the thought struck
Becky that the great oil-painting over
the library fireplace was the judges mo-
ther, and that her name had been Alice.
And might it not be beautiful said
Becky to herself, if she would turn out
a good child, and come up to such grand
things as TO mend the masters shirt, or
cook him an omelet as well as | do p
Might il not be beautiful to hear the
name he loved so well called softly up and
down the house


So giving her own question an affirm
ative answer, Becky decided on naming
the child Alice.


To say that seven yoars' teaching of
sin was absolved all at once, would be an
injustice TO my great teacher, Nature.


But peculations from closets, and draw
ers, Jars, grew less and less before the
of good; the memory Of vice
faded like shadow in the broadening
sun and Alice, the unknown spawn Of
the beggar's lounge-house became afavor-
ite with old Joe, took and thrived by
honest Becky's teaching, and even at last
becoming noticed by Mr.. Rednot, drew
upon his learning in great variety of
ways.


Years passed on, and Alice was seven
teen. Never had the Judge seen her;
never heard of her. He had lived forty
years in that house and had never trod
his own kitchen floor.


Becky grew feeble, and the stern old
man at last noticing it, rung her up one
night into the library. He spoke kindly
to her and placed her in chair, and said
she must have help.


Becky's heart faltered-the secret of
years was on her tongue.


/ was afraid you would be angry, but
| have long had


'Whom ?


'One who can cook your omlet beauti.
fully-set frill on your shirt, and almost
place your room to rights as well as do



The old man looked up at that picture;
his heart grew mercful at that name
He rung again the bell; he said word or
two, aud Alice, the bud-the spawn of
the atom of the foulest city
streets that society crushes, and, that he
in his greatest wisdom, disowned all re-
generation for, save the gallows--stood
before him in her beauty and her useful
ness.


The magistrate said right-'Nobler is
it to teach good to crime, than tread it
underfoot.


The heart Of the poor servant had solv-
ed the great enigma of social wrong and
social progres, in a more practical way
than the wisdom of the scholar and the
teach but ignorance, and we
diminish crimel


From that hour Alice fitted around
him in her useful duties, and surpassed
poor Becky, because she had been better
Taught.


Becky soon after this fell i'll, and on
her dying bed told the old man Of that
theft; how the pity of her heart had
made her save--and Alice was the fruit
She, sir, who is so very good, and waits
so gently on you. BE good to her!


Il willard take lesson from you,
Becky, that shall make not only the law
but my own heart better.


The retired Judge, with Alice fitting
around him, devises means for the better
bearing out of the great reformatory
questions Of the day--no longer ending
his chain of causatives by the gallows,
sets his hand to these great principles
that crime is ignorance, and that to save
and lead this Ignorance towards good, is
q service that approximates tho human
actor towards his Divine Creator.


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