Year: 1870

lnlnSS t0dI are VIIedt.


Some four or five weeks since, q
young blacksmith came to our
rooms and handed US a card of in
PRODUCTION from a friend. This Of
itself was nothing, but the talk and
visit which followed were much.


The miser counts his boarded dol
lars. The flirting coquette counts
her conquests. The sailor tells of
his voyages The lawyer delights
in telling of the cases he has won.
The jockey is happy in telling 9th
ers of the races he has gained.
The general lives his battles over
again in relating his victories. The
farmer points to and tells of the
acres he has title to-as if we had
title to that which belongs to
God!


All men have their conquests or
their defeats-their conquests ov-
er others if not over themselves,
and delight in relating the same.
And so, ss our readers are happy
at times in telling what they have
done, we are at rest and content to
tell what we, too, lave accomplish
ed-to show the offering we bring
to the fair. where good acts and
good deeds are on exhibition. And
SO it is, this Saturday Night we
have buta simple, truthful relating
for our friends to read.


Our visitor had two requests to
make. One was for picture and
an autograph-the other was for
US to call in and see how he got
along in his home, should we ever
pass that way, for, he said, his
wife had something to tell u.s.
When he left our room he had the
picture he came for and the prom
ise to call.


And it was this night we went,
and from there, this. night we came
but the hours since-in time only
to write this chapter before the
week parts from its moorings and
drops off to float on the Ocean of
Departed Time.


It was tenement house our
friend lived in. On Avenue D. A
four story tenement house, filed
with families crowded together.
He occupied three rooms-rather a
parlor and bedroom-a kitchen, or
room SO used, and a small closet
for dishes and odd things the
house should contain. He was q
young man--twenty. six years of
age-so he told us-and his name
was Robert W. H.


1t was rather cosy and love like
his little home. Gu the floor a
modest, three-ply carpet, with a
little rug, on which a Maltese kit
ten lay stretched out in sleep, as
though the sole owner Of the prem
ises. On the table was figured
red and white table-cover, and on
this three books, a few newspapers,
a lamp and three apples. The
bed in ore corner of the room was
clean and neatly spread up, while
on little blanket and pillow
across the foot little curly haired
boy, sixteen months old slept 50
sweetly we could hardly keep from
waking him, just to tell him how
cunning he looked But his moth
er said she knew it, and would
tell him, SO we but kissed his white
brow and silently asked our good
angel to watch over him As she
has SO long watched over us, and
left him to slumber.


The young father and still
younger m other seemed proud and
happy, and our heart could not
help running out to them with al
most feeling to envy them their
quiet, happy home-thcir love each
to each 50 tenderly given, and the
beautiful rest their faces told us
their hearts SO we'll knew and lived
in.


Said the man


You are very welcome here we
both assure you This is not q
palace, but dcarer place to Kittie
and me. l am not rich IN money.
but l am rich in health, siren 9th.
and love for her who is so good,
and true, and kind to me, and so
abundantly rewarded by her love
that I am happy and contented all
the time. I am not quite content
to live here forever, but am con-
tent to work and to save, till we
can have little house somewhere
all our own. Then will insure
my life, and lay up something in
a savings bank, and be glad to see
Kittie and the little one happy and