Year: 1873

The story, with its application, so for as
the pointing of a moral is concerned, may
be an old one. So are the sunshine and the
dew-drop old So is the human heart old !;
and the pure impulses and affections of to.
day had life i'm the morning of Eden.
Pleasant pictures are always pleasant. IA
thing of beauty is joy forever !" and may
L not add, that pure joy, springing from
the heart, must be forever beautiful. The
simple story 1 have to tell 1 give only as a
pleasant picture. knew the parties. One
of them is living within the sphere of my
knowledge still.


Amos Dutton, at the age of nineteen, left
his home in Vermont and came to Boston.
His parents were both dead, and he had
been left penniless but by hard work,
and close application to every chance
which he could grasp, he had managed to
gain good cOmmon-school education, be-
sides supporting himself, and helping a
twin sister. AT length his sister married,
city. He yearned for broader and better
field of action than was opened to him in
his far-away home, and having obtained
recommendations touching his charactet
and habits from two or three prominenr
men, he set forth.


Never mind the youths initiatory strug-
giles. A less resolute will might have fail
ed. Business was dull, and good men
were being discharged in nearly all the de-
partments of trade. Finally Amos Dutton
entered the warehouse of Andrew Sears,
on Milk street, and asked for employment.
He was willing to perform any labor, no
matter how menial, so that it was honora-
BILE, and would not debar him from rising
by merit.


Mr.. Sears liked the appearance of the
youth, and he was willing to accept the
recommendations at their face value; but
he was not in want of help. He had with
in week discharged number of hands.


Dutton took back his commendatory
documents, which had 10y this time become
well worn, and having thanked the mer-
chant for his kindness, he turned to de-
part.


"That lad has the qualities of gentle
man, at all events" said Mr.. Sears, to
himself, as the applicants handsome,
pleasant face was turned from him.


The entrance to the counting-hOuse was
by narrow court, and as Dutton was
passing out he saw a glittering object upon
the pavement. He picked it up and found
to be bosom pima fine emerald set in
gold. He turned back and re-entered the
office, and handed the jewel to Mr.. Sears,
simply remarking that he had found it in
the court, and that the owner would be
likely to call there in his quest for it. The
merchant took the pin, and said he
thought he knew to whom it belonged,
and he would see that its proper owned re-
gained it, And without waiting for
thanks or praise the youth again departed.


Mr.. Sears had seen the young man pick
up the valuable jewel, and had particular
ly noted his movements on the occasion.
There had been no hesitation-nO casting
about of the eyes to see if he was observed,
but the instinct seemed to be with him to
do right. And the merchant said to him
self En2g.-ter


"The lad is certainly honest.n


And after this the merchant put ON his
hat to go out.


Amos Dutton, ,on his way down the court,
did not find another jewel but when he
reached the street he found man in
trouble: An old negro, who had been draw
ing a heavy bale of merchandise upon a
hand-cart, had overturned his load, and
his strength was not sufficient to replace it.
In vain had he tried to lift the nonderOus
bale back upon his cart, and in vain was he
still striving. Men were passing, but none
offered to assist him. Dutton saw. and
he hastened to the poor negro's assistance
as he would have hastened to assist a
brother.


"Hold on" he cheerfully cried" "Let
me help you, my friend"


The youth was as strong as he was will.
ing, and very soon the heavy bale was in