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+<h1>
+ WATCH-WORK-WAIT;<br />
+ or,<br />
+THE ORPHAN'S VICTORY.</h1>
+
+<h2>
+by SARAH A. MYERS.
+</h2>
+
+<div class="center">
+<h2>Contents</h2>
+<table summary="TOC" width="60%">
+<tr><td align="left"><a href="#h2HCH0001">
+CHAPTER I.</a></td><td align="left">WILLIAM'S FIRST GRIEF.
+</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left"><a href="#h2HCH0002">
+CHAPTER II.</a></td><td align="left">TOILS AND TRIALS.
+</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left"><a href="#h2HCH0003">
+CHAPTER III.</a></td><td align="left">AN ORPHAN INDEED.
+</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left"><a href="#h2HCH0004">
+CHAPTER IV.</a></td><td align="left">WILLIAM AT HIS MOTHER'S GRAVE.
+</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left"><a href="#h2HCH0005">
+CHAPTER V.</a></td><td align="left">WILLIAM'S NEW HOME
+</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left"><a href="#h2HCH0006">
+CHAPTER VI.</a></td><td align="left">A TIME OF TRIAL.
+</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left"><a href="#h2HCH0007">
+CHAPTER VII.</a></td><td align="left">THE TEMPTER TRIUMPHS.
+</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left"><a href="#h2HCH0008">
+CHAPTER VIII.</a></td><td align="left">GLEAMS OF SUNSHINE.
+</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left"><a href="#h2HCH0009">
+CHAPTER IX.</a></td><td align="left">SUNSHINE AND SHADOW.
+</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left"><a href="#h2HCH0010">
+CHAPTER X.</a></td><td align="left">MAKING OTHERS HAPPY.
+</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left"><a href="#h2HCH0011">
+CHAPTER XI.</a></td><td align="left">A LABOUR OF LOVE.
+</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left"><a href="#h2HCH0012">
+CHAPTER XII.</a></td><td align="left">RAYS OF HOPE.
+</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left"><a href="#h2HCH0013">
+CHAPTER XIII.</a></td><td align="left">THE DAWN OF BETTER DAYS.
+</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left"><a href="#h2HCH0014">
+CHAPTER XIV.</a></td><td align="left">WILLIAM'S SUCCESS.
+</td></tr>
+</table>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center"><br />
+<i>Title Section and Table of Contents above added by transcriber.</i><br /></p>
+
+<hr />
+
+
+<a name="image-0001"><!--IMG--></a>
+<p class="figure">
+<a href="./images/fp.png">
+<img src="./images/fp_th.png" alt="WILLIAM AT HIS MOTHER'S GRAVE." /></a>
+<br /><b>WILLIAM AT HIS MOTHER'S GRAVE.</b><br />
+ Taking a piece of paper and a pencil from his pocket, he<br />
+drew a sketch of the little square where his loved ones
+slept.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<a name="h2H_4_0001" id="h2H_4_0001"><!-- H2 anchor --></a>
+
+<h1>
+ WATCH-WORK-WAIT;
+</h1>
+<h3>
+ or,
+</h3>
+<h1>
+THE ORPHAN'S VICTORY.
+</h1>
+<h2>
+by SARAH A. MYERS.
+</h2>
+<p class="center">
+&quot;Blessed is the man that trusteth in Him.... They that seek
+the Lord shall not want any good thing.&quot;&mdash;PSALM xxxiv.
+</p>
+<p class="center">
+London:<br />
+T. Nelson and Sons, Paternoster Row; Edinburgh; and New
+York.</p>
+<p class="center">
+MDCCCLXII.
+</p>
+
+<hr />
+<p>
+This little volume contains a simple record of the trials and
+temptations which a poor orphan boy passed through a few years since.
+It teaches that best of lessons,&mdash;the need of Divine help in the
+battle of life. It shows that a child may attain a beautiful character
+amid great trials and great evils.
+</p>
+<p>
+The author assures us that the incidents in this delightful story are
+real occurrences. Some of them are &quot;stranger than fiction;&quot; yet they
+are not fancies, but facts.
+</p>
+<hr />
+<a name="h2HCH0001" id="h2HCH0001"><!-- H2 anchor --></a>
+
+<h2>
+ CHAPTER I.
+</h2>
+<h3>
+ WILLIAM'S FIRST GRIEF.
+</h3>
+<p>
+In one of the many beautiful spots which the traveller sees in making
+a voyage up the Hudson, stands the village of M&mdash;&mdash;. It attracts the
+notice of all tourists, for it seems to occupy the very place in which
+a painter or a lover of the picturesque would have chosen to place it.
+Its inhabitants love to boast of its antiquity, for it was founded by
+the original Dutch settlers, and its present settlers are mostly their
+descendants.
+</p>
+<p>
+At the time of which we write, no city fashions had found their way to
+that remote spot. Its inhabitants were simple-hearted, pious, and
+contented to live as their forefathers had done; and the place seemed
+like a quiet little world within itself. None of the gross vices
+always to be found in large communities were practised there. On the
+Sabbath-day, when its only bell sent its voice distinctly over the
+valley, the humble dwellers met in the single church, not only bound
+together by the tie of human brotherhood, but by the sweeter ties of
+Christian charity, to hear the word of God and perform the work of
+prayer and praise.
+</p>
+<p>
+Just at the end of the long street in this quiet village stood a
+cottage, which, although very rudely built, attracted the attention of
+the passers-by from the extreme neatness and order, those sure
+attendants of the pious poor, which reigned around it. In winter it
+looked snug beneath its coating of snow; in summer very beautiful,
+glistening, as it then did, in all its fragrant adornment of
+jessamine, honeysuckle, and sweet-brier.
+</p>
+<p>
+But if its exterior was attractive, the family life within was much
+more so. True piety and grace were found beneath that modest roof,
+most truly illustrating the truth, that the high and lofty One that
+inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy, who dwelleth in the high and
+holy place, dwelleth with <i>him also</i> that is of a contrite and humble
+spirit.
+</p>
+<p>
+For many years this cottage had been occupied by a watchmaker, a
+German, who left his own country in early manhood, and came to the
+United States to find the wealth which foreigners used to believe
+could be gained here at once. This he never acquired, but he found
+something better; for although in an out-of-the-way place he could not
+expect to grow rich by his trade, he found a great treasure in his
+pious wife, and enjoyed more of pure and real happiness than often
+falls to the lot of man. His mind was originally one of strength, and
+he had turned his meditations and prayers heavenward, and the promised
+peace was vouchsafed.
+</p>
+<p>
+He did not love his trade as well as he might have done; for having a
+very remarkable talent for painting and sketching, which the beautiful
+surroundings were well calculated to foster, he often found his
+business of watchmaking irksome. Although frugal, industrious, and
+possessing much skill as a seal engraver, in which art he received
+employment from New York, he never was able to lay up anything,
+although he could and did provide comfortably for his household.
+</p>
+<p>
+His neighbours entertained for him a deep respect. He was of an
+independent spirit, somewhat taciturn; and, from his retiring,
+contemplative spirit, by some was considered stern. But his life was
+so entirely blameless, regulated as it was by the purifying and
+elevating influence of Christianity, that many reverenced him as an
+&quot;Israelite indeed, in whom was no guile.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+But Christians are by no means exempt from trials; indeed, the
+children of God are called to pass through the sorest ordeals, and the
+Raymonds had experienced many strokes of the chastening rod. When
+their children were taken one after another, until only the last born
+remained, they bowed submissively to this adverse visitation; and
+although for a little while stunned in spirit, as was natural, they
+murmured not, but were soon able to say with resignation, &quot;The Lord
+gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.&quot;
+But turning toward the one left, it may easily be supposed that for
+him they entertained a most anxious love. Nevertheless, no undue
+indulgences were granted because he was the only one and the last.
+They knew their duty as Christian parents too well for that, and
+spared no pains, both by precept and example, to instruct him in the
+lore that putteth to shame all worldly wisdom, and which only could
+fit him for the trials of earth or the joys of heaven. Well was it for
+the poor child that he had been thus taught, for the time was at hand
+when he would require all the Christian's armour to fit him for the
+great battle in which every one that lives is called to contend. To
+some the strife is more severe than to others; but to all, if they
+would win the goal successfully, a better strength than their own is
+necessary, and to teach their child to rely upon the all-sustaining
+arm, was the constant endeavour of these faithful parents.
+</p>
+<p>
+A few years passed by, and their earthly comforts were not diminished;
+they still occupied the cottage their own hands had beautified, and
+having won the affectionate esteem of their landlord, a good old
+baker, he assured them that he would never raise their rent or suffer
+them to leave it. Their son William had reached his eighth year, and
+was what might be called a good boy; for, having no bad example, and
+being naturally of a docile disposition, and for the most part
+obedient and gentle, there was little occasion for fault-finding. To
+the anxious father the thought had often occurred, &quot;What is to be his
+future lot&mdash;in what line of business is he to be brought up?&quot; and he
+mostly concluded he could never bear a separation from this boy, who
+was as the very apple of his eye; he would teach him his own trade,
+which, although by no means a profitable, was at least a respectable
+one, and would furnish a livelihood. There were times when, looking
+into the intelligent blue eyes that would be lifted up so lovingly to
+meet his gaze, he would wish that he might be able to educate his boy;
+but almost at once he would conquer the longing, and say to himself:
+&quot;It is God who appoints to every man his station, and I must not
+murmur because my child's lot is destined to be a lowly one. There is
+danger in high places, and I ought rather to rejoice that our poverty
+removes him far from the temptation he would meet with in a more
+exalted station.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+One evening, it was a dull and cloudy one near the close of December,
+George Raymond came home seeming more than ordinarily cheerful,
+greatly to the delight of his good Margaret, who did not like to see
+him too thoughtful. &quot;Times seem to grow better, wife,&quot; he said, after
+he finished his supper; &quot;I have had plenty of work at seal engraving
+this last fortnight; it seems my work has been approved in the city.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;We have always had enough for the supply of our daily wants,&quot;
+answered Margaret; &quot;and we are told not to be too anxious about the
+goods of this world.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;I am not very anxious,&quot; said Raymond; &quot;at least not on my own
+account; but sometimes I think if I should be called away, what would
+become of you, Gretta, and little Will?&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;The Lord would provide for us, George, as he has ever done,&quot; was the
+wife's reply; &quot;he is ever faithful to his promise, and he has declared
+that those who wait on him shall not want for any good thing.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;That is very true, Margaret; but we must use lawful means to provide
+bread for our families,&quot; said Raymond; &quot;but where is Will? I have not
+seen him since I came in; neither did he come to meet me as usual.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;I am here, father,&quot; said a sweet childish voice; and creeping from a
+dark corner between the cupboard and the wall, a little boy came forth
+and stood at his father's knee, and, without speaking, looked up into
+his face with an expression of more than ordinary meaning. Slight and
+delicately made, he was easily raised to his usual seat on his
+father's knee, when, kissing him affectionately, he inquired, &quot;What
+have you been doing all day, Will? I believe you have had no school.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Wait, father, and I will show you,&quot; replied the boy, as he slid down
+from his father's knee; and running to the corner from whence he had
+come at Raymond's call, he returned almost immediately with two or
+three half-sheets of paper in his hand. &quot;I have been drawing,&quot; said
+the little boy, as his father took the sketches and examined them with
+a grave look. &quot;Please do not be angry, for I did not take your
+pencils.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;And how did you draw without pencils?&quot; asked his father. &quot;Let me see
+what you have here;&mdash;a table, a chair, ah yes, and a house with trees!
+Very good, William; but I would rather you did not draw any more.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+The boy would have asked why, but taught that the parental wish was to
+be regarded as a law, he tried to conquer the emotion which would
+arise in spite of all efforts to restrain it. It seemed hard to be so
+disappointed: he expected praise, and now, if he had not received
+censure, certainly not the slightest approval was accorded.
+Accustomed, however, not to question, but submit, the little fellow
+threw his arms embracingly round his father's neck and bade him good
+night, and having done the same with his mother, retired to bed rather
+to shed his tears unseen than to sleep.
+</p>
+<p>
+And he did weep! Poor little fellow, his grief was very great; and
+although our readers may smile because he regarded the matter in such
+a serious light, they must remember that this was almost, if not
+altogether, his first sorrow; and we are far from believing the sorrow
+of a child the trivial thing it is generally considered, and perhaps
+but the beginning of other and severer trials.
+</p>
+<p>
+But if the sorrow of childhood is severe, what a blessing it is that
+its violence is soon over! anger seldom rests in the heart of a good
+child, and as soon as the tears are dried, all is bright as before.
+William's tears were very bitter, but accustomed always to ask the
+divine blessing before retiring, he knelt down beside his little bed,
+and prayed that if he had done wrong in drawing without asking his
+father's leave, he might be forgiven. His childish petition, uttered
+in the full confidence that it would be heard, brought comfort, as the
+act of sincere prayer always does, and once more soothed and happy, in
+a few minutes the child sunk into so deep a slumber, that he was
+altogether unconscious of his mother's kiss, and the audibly uttered
+blessing invoked upon him by his pious father.
+</p>
+<p>
+There were two other hearts as sorrowful as his own, although tears
+did not attest the depth of their emotion. Margaret was distressed in
+her child's distress, and could not understand why her husband did not
+praise what she considered the very creditable effort of her boy; but
+she was too judicious to utter a word in his presence, much as she
+sympathized with William. Raymond, however, was the most distressed of
+all, and that, too, because he felt that a father's pride must be
+sacrificed at the shrine of what he regarded as a father's duty; and
+he experienced a severe pang, as, on surveying the child's sketches,
+he dared not say one word in praise of them, although his very heart
+bounded, lover of the fine arts as he was, at the promise of superior
+talent they exhibited. After William had left the room he sat leaning
+his head on his hand, quite unrepentant, however, for his seeming
+harshness, but at the same time troubled that his views of duty made
+it imperative for him to appear so. Margaret was the first to break
+silence.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;George,&quot; said she, &quot;why did you hurt poor William by not praising his
+drawings? the child was so sure you would be delighted; and although
+he knew where your pencils are kept, he never once asked for them, but
+took the charcoal from the hearth. I cannot understand why you did
+so.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;My dear Margaret,&quot; he replied, &quot;I am far more grieved to be obliged
+to look frowningly on that which, in other than our present
+circumstances, would have given to me greater delight than to you or
+my good child himself. William's sketches, rude as they are, evince
+very extraordinary talent, but I should sin were I to encourage him to
+pursue such a work. I know too well how absorbing it is; how hard it
+is, when one's mind is filled with pictures of the grand and
+beautiful, to work at a trade one does not like. The boy, most likely,
+has genius; but even so, how is that genius to be fostered? I know,
+too, how toilsome and difficult is the early path toward the art, and
+how few, comparatively, ever gain distinction and reward.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;That is true,&quot; said Margaret; &quot;I now understand and see that you are
+right.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Yes, Margaret,&quot; washer husband's reply, &quot;I think I am right; remember
+that it is the Unerring who has allotted our condition, and I have no
+higher ambition than to see my only child grow up an honest man,
+diligent in his calling, whatever it may be. My first wish is, that my
+boy may be a Christian: it will never trouble me that he must work
+hard and be obscure; for if he is pious, honest, and happy in his own
+mind, he will be a greater man than those who fill high stations
+without the qualifications I have named.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;He is such a good child,&quot; said Margaret, &quot;I cannot bear to give him
+unnecessary pain.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;The proper discipline does no harm,&quot; said Raymond; &quot;and the Scripture
+tells us that 'no chastening for the present is joyous, but grievous,
+but afterward it yieldeth the peaceable fruits of righteousness to
+them that are exercised thereby;' and as we are in the same place
+commanded to 'make straight paths for our feet,' so in this instance I
+have preferred giving my child present pain in order that he may
+escape future and greater trials. Ah! Margaret, he may think I am
+harsh in this case, as he cannot fathom my motive; and how often do we
+judge hardly of the dealings of our kind heavenly Father when he
+thwarts us in some favourite wish, or smiles not on our undertaking.
+Be assured that only those who commit their way unto the Lord are
+safe; and as I bear my boy daily upon my heart to the throne of grace,
+and offer up the prayer of faith in the name of Him who hath promised
+to hear, so truly am I assured that all that befalls us will be right,
+and that although I may be removed from the earthly guardianship of my
+darling child, I know that he will never want for any good thing.
+Wife, we must teach him that his lot is to be a lowly one; but we must
+also teach him that any station can be ennobled by the upright and
+conscientious discharge of the duties belonging to it. But now, let us
+have our usual worship, and then we will look in on William, and see
+if his trouble is not all forgotten in sleep.&quot;
+</p>
+<a name="h2HCH0002" id="h2HCH0002"><!-- H2 anchor --></a>
+<h2>
+ CHAPTER II.
+</h2>
+<h3>
+ TOILS AND TRIALS.
+</h3>
+<p>
+When William arose the next morning, he met his parents with as
+smiling a face as if his father had presented him with a case of
+pencils, instead of discouraging his attempts at drawing. Nothing was
+said on the subject, and the weeks rolled on quietly and peacefully as
+before, until William passed his ninth birthday, and the
+Christmas-time drew near. This is a festive time with most; and it
+seems right that it should be so, for can man ever be sufficiently
+thankful for the great gift of a Saviour, whose birth was heralded by
+the songs of angels on that day? All nations observe their peculiar
+ceremonies, but perhaps none are more faithfully observant of them
+than the Germans in the little community of M&mdash;&mdash;, most of whose
+inhabitants at the time of which we write were descendants of the
+original Dutch settlers. Many ceremonies and customs, relics of a
+ruder age, and now nearly forgotten, were still practised. The
+Raymonds, although pious, and more intelligent than most of their
+neighbours, kept up many of the usages of Fatherland on the Christmas
+occasion, perhaps more as wafting them back in remembrance of early
+enjoyment in the home circle, than from any present love of the
+festivity common at this period.
+</p>
+<p>
+The joyful season drew nigh merrily, and in the watchmaker's family,
+as in all others&mdash;for the very poorest look forward hopingly to
+it&mdash;there was nothing but bright anticipations, which were for the
+present realized. The Christmas cake was prepared in the most approved
+old fashion; the dark-hued pine was duly ornamented, and occupied a
+conspicuous place in the family room, and little William was made most
+happy in the receipt of many gifts, although toy paints and pencils
+were not among the number.
+</p>
+<p>
+But what says the Scripture? &quot;Boast not thyself of to-morrow, for thou
+knowest not what a day may bring forth;&quot; and the holy man who
+admonishes to &quot;rejoice with trembling,&quot; well knew the slender
+foundation on which all earthly bliss is based.
+</p>
+<p>
+The day broke bright and cheerful; the morning prayers, never
+forgotten in this truly Christian household, were over, and the gifts
+and greetings exchanged; the village bell rang out clear on the frosty
+air, and sounded rejoicingly as it called the humble community to give
+thanks in the little old-fashioned church, as the custom was on
+Christmas-day. In the Raymond cottage the good dinner was eaten, and
+when the sun had gone down behind the mountains, the Christmas-tree
+was once more lighted up; and although not quite as well laden or as
+brilliant as on the evening before, it nevertheless illumined the
+cottage, and continued very attractive. It had been a happy day, and
+as they sat beside their evening fire, thinking over the many
+enjoyments and blessings that had marked its course, New Year's-day
+was the next point of expectation, and many were the pleasures to be
+enjoyed on that day, as well as many new prospects planned to be
+executed within the year. Ah! they saw not how the dark wing of the
+angel of Death was sweeping over them, nor could they forebode that
+from this night their path was to be a stern and rugged one.
+</p>
+<p>
+In the evening of the day after Christmas, when Raymond returned from
+his work, he complained of feeling unwell, and his sickness increasing
+hourly, his earthly course was terminated in a few days; and instead
+of the promised pleasure on New Year's-day, his corpse occupied the
+lowly room. It was a mournful New Year's-day in the home of the widow
+and the fatherless. Margaret, passive in her affliction, for she was
+stunned by its suddenness, sat gazing with tearless eyes upon the
+corner where the dim outline of a human form was seen under its white
+covering; and little William, turning his eyes alternately from his
+pale mother to the corpse of his father, was too much awe-stricken by
+the presence of the dread destroyer to utter a word.
+</p>
+<p>
+It was not until after the remains of poor Raymond had been laid in
+the grave, and the widow had returned to her desolate cottage, that
+she experienced the full weight of her heavy burden. Even when death
+comes slowly, when sickness, pain, and long suspense have made the
+issue certain, it is hard for the bereaved to realize the dread event;
+but when the scythe of the destroyer has passed so quickly over, when
+the home is made so speedily desolate, and the place vacant, is it
+wonderful that to the stricken mourner all seems dark, discerning no
+light behind the overshadowing cloud? But none, dear reader, are
+afflicted more than they can bear; the words of worldly wisdom would
+fall upon the ear unheard, but the sacred balm poured out upon the
+bruised heart by the sanctifying influence of the Holy Spirit, the
+Comforter promised by our Saviour, soothes the soul into submission,
+and whispers, &quot;Be still, and know that I am God; I will not forsake
+the widow, nor shall the orphan be forgotten.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+It was not long until the pious Margaret recognised the hand by which
+she had been smitten; and the first stunning effect of her grief being
+past, with the same patient, humble, and calm spirit that had always
+characterized her in her prosperous days, she prepared to make
+arrangements for a more frugal course of life than that they had
+hitherto maintained, although the housekeeping had always been of the
+most simple order. She could not afford to keep the cottage in which
+they had lived so happily; the vines her husband's hand had trained,
+the flowers she had planted, the little garden which they both had
+delighted to keep in order, must pass into the hands of strangers; and
+the thought of leaving a place so dear by association gave an
+additional pang to the grief already so great. She looked upon her
+child, her last, her only treasure, and blessing God that this comfort
+was still spared, she resolved to exert every energy in the endeavour
+to bring him up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord. Great was
+her adversity, but He who watches over the sparrow and feeds the raven
+had raised up friends for her time of need.
+</p>
+<p>
+The cottage in the suburbs was speedily let to another tenant; but
+their landlord, Nicholas Herman, the baker, found a room, an attic
+indeed, but comfortable, in a house adjoining his own; and from the
+time in which she took possession both himself and his good wife
+showed her every kindness within their power. But still she found
+herself very poor; for after her husband's affairs were settled, and
+the rent and funeral expenses paid, there was nothing left, and she
+had to use such industry as she was able to pursue to maintain her
+little household. Very simple indeed was their manner of living now;
+but she knew no want, for having gained the respect and confidence of
+the community in her prosperous days, she was supplied with work
+almost constantly.
+</p>
+<p>
+The winter was long and severe, and dark and dreary were many of its
+hours to the widow. As the season advanced toward the spring, her
+heart was illuminated by occasional gleams of light sent forth, not
+only by hope's smiling in the distance, but from the sustaining
+influence lent her by the hopeful spirit, ready obedience, and
+untiring industry of her boy.
+</p>
+<p>
+It is astonishing what a sudden change such a blow of misfortune often
+produces in a child. We know not the mysterious workings of a child's
+mind, or by what process such a rapid change is accomplished; but we
+know from experience that the journey of a very few years in the path
+of life can make even the very young sensible that this world is not
+one of unmixed happiness, and that there is often but a step from
+careless childhood to a painful maturity,&mdash;painful because unnatural.
+</p>
+<p>
+Such was the case with poor Will Raymond; and new comfort dawned on
+the widow's heart as she remarked his untiring efforts, not only to
+cheer her, but to aid, by such labour as he was able to perform, in
+their mutual maintenance. With a maturity of judgment hardly to be
+expected in one of his age, he entered not only into all her plans,
+but, during the spring and summer succeeding his father's death, went
+regularly to some kind of work, by which he gained wages, small
+indeed, but which, added to the general stock, would help to provide
+against the severities of the coming winter. There are always some
+kind hearts to be found in every community, who are willing to comfort
+the feeble-minded, support the weak, and encourage all virtuous
+effort, although the service rendered be but trifling. A kind-hearted
+farmer, hearing of the little boy's exertions to aid his mother,
+employed him to wait on his reapers during harvest; and as the time of
+fruit-gathering and hop-picking in the autumn furnished plenty of such
+work as he was able to do, all his time was, as one might say, filled
+up. And when he brought home the hard-earned money, the fruit of his
+toils, and marked the lighting of his mother's eye as he poured his
+little treasures into her lap, child as he was, he felt there was a
+sweetness in the gains of labour which no gifts can bestow; and
+William and his mother were not the only ones to remark that bread
+earned by honest toil is sweeter than any other.
+</p>
+<p>
+There was another, besides the farmer, whose heart turned warmly
+toward the fatherless boy. Old Nicholas Herman, the baker, was too
+truly benevolent to forget his late tenant, and although not a rich
+man, he had often something to send to the widow. He had learned the
+beautiful precept: &quot;Give bread to the hungry, and from the needy turn
+not away;&quot; and was a true believer in Him who said, &quot;Inasmuch as ye do
+it unto the least of these, ye do it unto me.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+Kept busy and from home throughout the day, the mother waited
+anxiously for the twilight hour, for then William would return, and
+great was the joy of her heart when, with bounding step and cheerful
+face, he entered the house. The night might be dark and stormy, but
+his presence always made her sun-light; and the tempest might beat
+upon her lowly dwelling, threatening its destruction, yet she heeded
+it not, for her earthly treasure was beside her. Although much
+enfeebled by grief, she spent no idle moments, but sewed, knit, or
+spun. William, child as he was, did not fail to note the faded look,
+and exerted himself not only to assist her in her household duties,
+but learned to knit; for he thought no occupation, however feminine,
+disparaging to his boyhood, if by it he could only lessen her labours.
+</p>
+<p>
+These hours were spent with double profit, for she taught him while
+she worked, and light from her window was seen to glimmer long after
+most of the dwellers in her neighbourhood had gone to rest. She taught
+him the ordinary branches of school learning, which she well
+understood; but she was much more careful to impress upon his mind the
+more important precepts of the gospel, that only true chart by which,
+man can steer through life safely, and which wisdom, she told him, was
+of more value than gold. She grieved not that his face was imbrowned,
+or his hands hardened by labour: toil is man's natural inheritance,
+and he is bid to rejoice in his &quot;labour, for it is the gift of God;&quot;
+but she rejoiced in the maturing of his heart, and saw that the good
+seed she was sowing was taking root.
+</p>
+<p>
+She had, however, one trouble concerning him, and not being able to
+discern clearly what was her duty, it gave her more anxiety than even
+her poverty. His love for sketching could not be repressed. She saw
+that he shared his father's talent largely, but remembering what her
+husband's views in reference to the cultivation of the noble art of
+painting had been, the struggle between maternal pride and the natural
+yearnings of a mother's heart to gratify a darling and worthy child,
+in opposition to what seeming duty demanded, can scarcely be imagined.
+Her late husband's opinions, tempered as they always were by judgment
+and prudence, had acquired a character of sacredness in her view; but
+when William, in showing her his sums, showed also the rude but
+spirited sketches he had drawn on the border of his slate, she saw
+that the gift was from God, and she could not condemn, although she
+dared not praise. She was afraid of entailing misery on him by
+fostering a taste beyond what his means would permit him to gratify.
+He had no present prospect but that of earning his bread by the sorest
+labour. Even if his talent were an extraordinary one, it would take a
+long time to cultivate it to a profitable point; and in the meantime,
+how was he to be supported?
+</p>
+<p>
+She told all this to her son; but when he begged her, as his only
+recreation (for he never played with any boys except George Herman, as
+good a boy as himself), to let him look over his father's portfolio of
+sketches, could she deny the favour? or was she wrong? Nor could she
+forbid some pen-and-ink sketches, in which she recognised familiar
+objects, although she warned him against giving offence by
+caricaturing; and while she described to him the wonders of this
+glorious earth, with its embosomed treasures of mines and minerals,
+and made him read in his Bible how God had created all and called it
+good, she also showed him that man was the crowning work;&mdash;beloved of
+God, notwithstanding his rebellion; made only a little lower than the
+angels, crowned with dignity and honour; and so loved by the Saviour,
+that he came to save those who otherwise would have been lost; and
+still bearing much of the original impress in which he was created.
+She explained to him how wrong it is to make game of the peculiarities
+of any human being, ridicule his infirmities, or win a reputation by
+exhibiting his defects; bidding him always, at the close of her
+lecture, to read the sermon delivered on the mount, and to walk by its
+rule, and he would not fail to do right.
+</p>
+<p>
+There were times, however, when the mother's heart would almost
+overcome this resolve. In her lonely hours fancy would portray her
+son's future; and when does maternal hope discover aught but a
+glorious one? She thought of what he might be, could he go abroad to
+study the works of the old masters; how, with his genius (for she knew
+not that <i>taste</i> was often mistaken for genius) and persevering
+industry, her boy might yet win a high place in the world, as many
+others as poor as he had done. But she was too sensible to let her
+thoughts dwell long on this flattering subject, and resolved to do
+what she considered right as present duty, committing the issue to
+God, in whom she so implicitly trusted.
+</p>
+<p>
+Christmas-day came round again, and it was a mournful one in the home
+of the widow and fatherless. Margaret had changed much during the
+year: her face was deathly pale, silver lines showed themselves among
+her dark hair, and her usually placid and subdued expression was
+exchanged for a look of pain. A harassing cough troubled her by day
+and prevented her resting at night; an accompanying weakness created
+some little anxiety as to what its issue might be; but, with the
+hoping spirit which is ever attendant on that insidious disease called
+consumption, she believed that the coming spring would restore her.
+</p>
+<p>
+It came with its wealth of sunshine, and renovated the earth to
+promise of fruitfulness and beauty,&mdash;beautiful type of the
+resurrection, when man shall rise to glorious immortality. All nature
+rejoiced in its presence; the flowers came forth and filled the air
+with healthful odours; the birds warbled as they built their nests;
+the merry children rejoiced as they played on the green, and exulted
+in the liberty the vernal season bestowed. But to the widow spring
+brought no renewal of health; and now, finding herself unable to wash,
+she consulted a physician, who told her it was too late; the disease
+had made large progress, and she could not live through the year!
+</p>
+<p>
+Such an announcement would startle most persons. Death is so repugnant
+to man's nature, that there are but few who do not shrink from the
+dread encounter. Poor Margaret had more to fear than this. She dreaded
+not only the misery and poverty her tedious illness would entail upon
+them, but she wept the bitterest tears when she thought of her orphan
+child, poor, alone, and uncared for, when she should be taken away.
+She was, however, too sincere a believer to remain long within the
+shadow of the cloud. The God in whom she had ever trusted was ever
+faithful to his own word. Had he not promised, &quot;Leave thy fatherless
+children to me, I will preserve them alive?&quot; and is not his favour
+better than life! And when she prayed, &quot;Father, if it be possible, let
+this cup pass from me,&quot; like Him whose true servant she was, she also
+added, &quot;nevertheless, not my will be done, but thine.&quot; When does the
+Christian fail to receive comfort, when the child-like submission
+inculcated in the gospel is exercised? Is not the chastening rod in
+the hand of a Father who wounds but to heal? and he, who sees the end
+from the beginning, nevertheless afflicts his children. Margaret
+Raymond was therefore able to give up all into the unerring hand,
+knowing that He who feeds the raven and clothes the lily would not
+forsake her orphan child, but lead him, it might be by a narrow and
+rugged path&mdash;but such is the way that leads to the strait gate, and
+all who find eternal life must tread it.
+</p>
+<a name="h2HCH0003" id="h2HCH0003"><!-- H2 anchor --></a>
+
+<h2>
+ CHAPTER III.
+</h2>
+<h3>
+ AN ORPHAN INDEED.
+</h3>
+<p>
+The spring advanced into summer, and on one of its calm and bright
+evenings, Margaret, exerting her little strength, took William to the
+grave-yard, and both seated themselves on the little green hillock
+beneath which George Raymond awaited in peace the resurrection from
+the dust. No costly monuments nor storied urns were in that simple
+grave-yard. Some plain marble tablets marked the resting-places of the
+dead; but there were memorials of deeper meaning and more lovely.
+Trees waved their branches protectingly over the little mounds; kind
+hands had planted them with flowers and kept them sacred. Thus it was
+a pleasant spot, and full of hallowed remembrances. Margaret had never
+spoken of her coming death to her son; but now, seated on the spot of
+earth which must ere long be opened to afford a resting-place for
+herself, she told him that soon, in a few weeks most likely, he would
+be an orphan indeed, alone in the world, and with no friend but God.
+</p>
+<p>
+How can the sorrow and astonishment of the poor boy be described?
+Motherless and fatherless! what a deep and painful impression did the
+words of that truly pious mother make upon him! He had dearly loved
+his father, but the exertion he had at once made to help to support
+his mother had prevented his viewing that great loss in all its
+magnitude; but now, to lose her on whom, since his father's death, he
+had hung his whole heart, was an idea so terrible that he could
+scarcely comprehend it.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Mother,&quot; he exclaimed, as he threw his arms around her and sobbed
+wildly, &quot;you will not die! surely you will not! I cannot live without
+you; I shall have no home,&mdash;nobody to love when you are gone.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+Poor Margaret, controlling her own emotion, tried to comfort her
+weeping child, and at last succeeded; for strength from above was
+given to her heart, and words to her tongue. She spoke so convincingly
+of God's wisdom, and goodness, and righteous dealing in all things,
+that the boy's grief abated, his eye once more lighted up, and peace
+returned to his heart. The assurance that God, the Father of all, who
+never forsakes the creature he has made, <i>would</i> be to him more than
+parents <i>could</i>, came plainly upon his soul, and filled it with trust.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;You will not be <i>alone</i>, my poor child,&quot; said Margaret; &quot;God will be
+with you. He has work yet for you to perform. See that you do all
+<i>that he has commanded, and</i> in a <i>proper spirit</i>, and you cannot fail
+to be blessed&mdash;not, perhaps, with earthly prosperity, but with that
+better portion, peace of mind, a good conscience, and the hope which
+maketh not ashamed, whose end is eternal life. Never neglect your
+Bible or the duty of prayer; avoid all bad company; keep your heart
+pure; and God will be with you, to bless and protect you.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+As if endued with strength to utter a last solemn admonition, she told
+him of the evil nature and power of sin, how it separated man from his
+Maker; of the temptations to be met with in the world, from the
+deceitfulness and weakness of the human heart, and the example of the
+ungodly, with whom she begged him to have no communion. She spoke of
+the necessity there was for constant watchfulness and prayer; told him
+to avoid all exhibition of self-will or disobedience; but above all to
+shun falsehood, that most ruinous of all vices, since it is the first
+step on the way which leads to eternal death. She bade him remember
+how the Scriptures teach, &quot;Keep thy heart with all diligence, for out
+of it are the issues of life;&quot; and that it is ever open to the
+scrutiny of the All-Seeing Eye.
+</p>
+<p>
+William listened attentively to her teaching, and it took deep root in
+his soul. Was he to endure the trial of temptation? or would it
+perish, like the seed sown by the wayside?
+</p>
+<p>
+There were no near relatives of the family, to whose care Margaret
+could think of consigning her child. A distant cousin or uncle by
+marriage, who kept a shoe store in New York, and who had visited them
+sometimes, was said to be rich, and she thought that if he would
+undertake the guardianship of the boy, and keep him in his family for
+some years, he might at last be promoted to the rank of clerk. She
+therefore wrote to him, and as a satisfactory answer was soon
+returned, the arrangement was settled, the good baker promising either
+to take the boy to New York himself or send him with an acquaintance.
+</p>
+<p>
+And now she felt more at ease. She had made this plan, as she judged,
+for the best; the rest she left to the never-failing Wisdom to order,
+as was right.
+</p>
+<p>
+A few days after her walk to the church-yard she was confined to her
+bed, from which she never arose. The pastor visited her daily, and as
+William never left her for a moment, he was always present at their
+spiritual conversations. Oh, how powerful was the impression he
+received; how it operated, not only on his present, but future life;
+and how often afterward did he thank his heavenly Father that he had
+been thus early and spiritually taught!
+</p>
+<p>
+William was very young; but we know that children at a very early
+period are able to comprehend the most important truths of God's word;
+and the sanctifying blessing accompanying, they are, like Timothy,
+made wise unto salvation. It was not until after his mother's funeral
+that William knew he was to go to New York, to be a shoemaker's
+apprentice, and he was greatly troubled at the prospect. He would have
+preferred remaining in the village. There was, however, no employment
+for him there, and he was hardly strong enough for steady farm work.
+His friend the baker had taken him home on the day of the funeral, and
+he was happy with that kind family, for George Herman was his friend,
+and they loved each other so well that they could not hear the thought
+of parting. The good baker would not hear of his going for a month or
+two, or at least until the first violence of his sorrow was past; and
+thinking it better he should he with companions of his own age, he
+sent him to school with his friend George.
+</p>
+<p>
+The rudiments of a kind of drawing were taught there, and although
+nothing but circles, squares, triangles, and ovals were practised, the
+teacher saw, by the borders of William's slate, which way his talent
+led; and pitying the boy who would be obliged to make shoes for a
+living, while gifted so far above the ordinary standard, he would
+gladly have taught him for nothing had his friend the baker permitted.
+But Mr. Herman knew the opinion of his parents on that subject, and he
+felt that it would be wrong for him to encourage that which they did
+not. William, however, although he took no lessons, learned a great
+deal of the, to him, forbidden art, and went on contentedly, knowing
+nothing of the teacher's proposal or his protector's objection.
+</p>
+<a name="h2HCH0004" id="h2HCH0004"><!-- H2 anchor --></a>
+<h2>
+ CHAPTER IV.
+</h2>
+<h3>
+ WILLIAM AT HIS MOTHER'S GRAVE.
+</h3>
+<p>
+As the time appointed for his departure drew near, William's heart
+became very sad. The prospect of being separated from his friend
+George gave him no little pain. He shrunk, too, from the idea of
+living with perfect strangers.
+</p>
+<p>
+Time, however, waits for no one. The day but one before that on which
+he was to set out arrived; and having gone around to say farewell to
+his acquaintances, he made his last visit to the church-yard where his
+parents lay buried. His mother had been peculiarly fond of flowers,
+and when obliged to give up her garden, had beautified and planted her
+husband's grave with some of the choicest of her treasures. Her only
+recreation was this labour of love; for she took a mournful pleasure
+in thus decorating the little hillock, and she spared no pains to keep
+it in order. It is a well-known custom of the Germans to adorn graves
+with flowers; and inheriting this feature of her country's usages to
+the fullest extent, she had ornamented the little space allotted for
+their burial-place with taste and beauty.
+</p>
+<p>
+Now she was herself sleeping among the flowers she had planted and
+tended, but no want of care was yet visible about the spot; kind hands
+had made up the grave, and William had removed the roses she nourished
+in pots, sinking them in the earth; and now, in the full bloom of
+summer beauty, they were shedding their fragrance and leaves over the
+little mounds.
+</p>
+<p>
+The orphan boy came for the last time to visit the spot where his
+dearest earthly treasure was buried. He knelt down beside the graves,
+and wept as he prayed that God would go forth with and protect him in
+the new station which he must now fill.
+</p>
+<p>
+When calmness was again restored, he seated himself on a grave at a
+little distance, and taking a piece of paper and a pencil from his
+pocket, he drew a sketch of the little square where his loved ones
+slept. There were no stones to mark the spot, but there was no need of
+any; the adornment of the place would have told the traveller that no
+memorial of that kind was necessary, for true affection was keeping
+the record. The little drawing was finished, and once more he broke
+into a violent fit of weeping, from which he was suddenly disturbed by
+the sound of a footstep near him. He turned, and saw a stranger
+standing behind him, whose countenance was not only most
+prepossessing, but now wore an expression of sympathy that operated at
+once upon the heart of the desolate boy.
+</p>
+<p>
+William rose, and would have left the spot, but the gentleman laid his
+hand on his shoulder, and inquired, &quot;Who are buried in these graves so
+beautifully adorned?&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;My father and mother,&quot; answered the boy, the tears again flowing from
+his eyes.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Father and mother!&quot; repeated the stranger; &quot;poor orphan, what a
+treasure of love belonging to thee may be buried here! Have you
+brothers and sisters?&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;No, sir. I have no near relations; I am now alone in the world.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Who, then, is to take care of you now?&quot; asked the stranger.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;My guardian, sir,&quot; replied William, &quot;from whom I am to learn a
+trade.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;That is well, my poor boy,&quot; rejoined the stranger. &quot;God grant that he
+may prove worthy of his trust, and be a parent to you. But a great
+deal lies in your own powers. Be obedient and industrious, and thus
+endeavour to win his confidence and satisfaction.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;I intend to do so, sir,&quot; replied William; &quot;my parents always told me
+obedience was right.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Were your parents pious?&quot; again inquired the stranger.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Ah yes, sir, indeed they were,&quot; answered the boy. &quot;I promised my
+mother time and again that I would love God and keep his
+commandments.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+The stranger continued to gaze on the boy with much emotion. It was
+evident, from the expression of his whole face, that his heart had
+been subject to the transforming operation of divine grace; and he
+possessed the true Christian spirit, which leads to the practice of
+that Christian charity which &quot;never faileth.&quot; He laid his hand upon
+the boy's head, and said, in a solemn tone, &quot;May God bless and care
+for thee, poor orphan; may it be with thee as with the good seed sown
+in good ground; where it taketh root, by the blessing of God it
+groweth and bringeth forth fruit, even to a hundred-fold.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+William looked up into the stranger's face in grateful astonishment;
+just so had his mother often laid her hand upon his head and blessed
+him; and now the stranger's caress did him good, although he did not
+comprehend the meaning of his words.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;You do not understand me,&quot; said he; &quot;I will explain. When you plant a
+seed or little twig in the earth, It forms a root: you water it when
+it is dry; the sunshine, the dew, and the rain, all refresh and
+promote it's growth; so that at length it becomes a large and
+beautiful tree. So when any one receives the word of God Into his
+heart in faith, it will strike deep root, spring up, grow and ripen
+with a rich increase, bringing forth abundantly those good fruits of
+the Spirit 'which are through Jesus Christ to the praise and glory of
+God.' But as, without proper attention, your tree would wither or grow
+into wildness, so also is it necessary to nourish the good seed sown
+in our hearts; and this can only be done by constant and fervent
+prayer.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+The stranger went on to explain, in such terms as a child could
+understand, the operations of the Spirit of grace and the exercise of
+faith. He told him of One who was mighty to save, who had said,
+&quot;Suffer little children to come unto me,&quot; and was ever near to those
+Who trust in him; who would hear their prayer in distress, and aid
+them In the hour of temptation. &quot;But remember,&quot; he added, &quot;there is no
+true happiness except in the service of God; and to do this acceptably
+it is necessary to 'watch and pray.' Watch that you may pray, and pray
+that you may be safe.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+William listened to the words of the stranger with an emotion
+altogether new to him; he had heard such words before, but now they
+were invested with a new meaning. Was it not the quickening influence
+of the Spirit of grace that was now operating upon his saddened heart,
+like the silent but refreshing dew on the arid earth? Our tale must
+show whether the seed thus down by the way-side was to spring up,
+perish, or bring forth fruit a hundred-fold.
+</p>
+<p>
+The stranger saw the impression he had made. He would not interrupt
+the workings of the child's soul by further words, and turning away
+toward another part of the graveyard, he left the boy to his
+self-communion.
+</p>
+<p>
+After a while he returned, and found him still sitting on the grave
+where all his treasure of love was buried; but he had ceased weeping,
+and his countenance no longer wore the expression of despairing
+sorrow; trust in God and faith in the promise of heavenly protection,
+had strengthened his soul, and instead of the heart-breaking sense of
+loneliness that had rested on him since the loss of his mother, he
+felt the blessedness of assured protection from Him who has promised
+to be the orphan's Father. He was holding the little rude sketch he
+had made, to be treasured as a memorial of the spot so sacred, when
+far away, and was gazing on it attentively when the stranger returned.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Are you going to colour your sketch?&quot; he asked in a kindly tone; &quot;it
+would make it more lively and natural.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;I have no colours, sir,&quot; replied William; &quot;and do not know how to
+paint. My father could paint, but he never wished me to learn; but
+when I look on this little drawing, I can think of the bright roses
+and the green grass here, and that will do.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Give me your picture, my child; I will colour it for you,&quot; said the
+stranger. &quot;I am a painter, and have been staying for some days in the
+village; come this evening to my room, No. 24, at the hotel, and I
+will return your picture, and then you can tell me more of yourself
+and your parents.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+And now they parted, each one taking opposite paths, for their present
+homes lay quite apart from each other. It was late before William
+found time to go to the hotel, but when he asked the landlord to show
+him to the painter's room, No. 24, instead of ushering him into the
+presence of his unknown friend, the old man handed him a small packet,
+telling him, at the same time, that the stranger had received
+intelligence which had demanded his sudden departure, but that he had
+left the packet to be delivered by his own hand.
+</p>
+<p>
+These tidings fell like a weight of lead on the boy's heart; he would
+gladly have seen that benevolent face again; but, unable to utter a
+word or repress the tears that would force themselves into his eyes,
+he took the folded package and went home.
+</p>
+<p>
+The stranger had taken a hasty departure, but he had not forgotten or
+neglected his promise; for, on opening the letter, there was his
+picture coloured,&mdash;and on the back of it was written, &quot;Watch, that you
+may pray; and pray, that you may be safe.&quot; The boy's heart was touched
+with even deeper emotion than before, and as he knelt down that night,
+the last he was to spend in his native village, he prayed that God
+would help him to nourish the good seed sown in his heart, and be his
+Father and Guide in the new life on which he was entering.
+</p>
+<a name="h2HCH0005" id="h2HCH0005"><!-- H2 anchor --></a>
+<h2>
+ CHAPTER V.
+</h2>
+<h3>
+ WILLIAM'S NEW HOME.
+</h3>
+<p>
+Great was the change our poor boy experienced between living in the
+country and in the city. Instead of the brightly flashing river, with
+its sail-boats and schooners, the pleasant village environed by
+verdant meadows and flower-filled gardens, there was nothing but long
+rows of tall, stately houses, looking coldly grand, or narrow streets
+and dark lanes, where mud and filth mixed together were suggestive of
+cheerlessness and poverty. His heart sunk within him as he walked
+along the busy streets, where many people were passing to and fro,
+bent on their various errands of duty or pleasure, and felt that in
+that hurrying crowd there was not one to care for him, and among that
+wilderness of houses he had no home.
+</p>
+<p>
+The shoemaker to whom he was apprenticed had once been a different man
+from what he was at present. During Raymond's life, and while on terms
+of intimacy with him, he had borne the reputation of a pious, and
+certainly was an industrious and thrifty man; but failure and the loss
+of an excellent wife had wrought a sad change in his character and
+temper; and having married a second wife, who turned out a virago and
+a shrew, there was little hope of his improving. He was still
+industrious, and owing to his former reputation for honesty and doing
+good work, he still retained many of his old customers. He had a small
+shop in a public part of the city, where he took the measures for
+shoes or sold those on hand; but he lived in a low-roofed,
+comfortless-looking house, far down the city, where he had also a
+shop, in which he kept a journeyman or two to do the mending, which
+was all sent there.
+</p>
+<p>
+There were no children to gladden this sullen household by their
+mirth, and there was no piety to send its gleams of sunlight to lessen
+the gloom that dwelt within its precincts; there was no one there who
+loved God and honoured his laws, neither did the words of prayer or
+praise ever ascend from the family altar. They were contented to live
+for this world alone, caring nothing for that heavenly inheritance
+promised to those who love God and keep his commandments. Poor
+William! this was a dreadful place for him to be, with every
+inducement, from bad example, to stray from the true path in which he
+had until now been trained to walk; how great was the danger that he
+would now follow the leading of those to whose guardianship he had
+been thus mistakenly committed. A letter which he wrote to his friend,
+George Herman, will, perhaps, explain something of his condition and
+feelings:&mdash;
+</p>
+<div class="quote">
+<p>
+ Dear George,
+</p>
+<p>
+ I should have written to you long ago, as I promised; but I
+ am kept all the time so busy, and now I am afraid Mr. Walters
+ will scold me for wasting time. I call him Mr. Walters (the
+ others call him master), and not uncle, for he is not my
+ uncle, although his first wife was my aunt. I do not like
+ this big city of New York, everything is so different from my
+ own home when my dear mother was alive. You never saw
+ anything so grand as the houses here; but I would rather be
+ back, living in the smallest house there, than have to stay
+ in this great city, where there are so many rich people, and,
+ yes, George, a great many more poor folks than I thought were
+ in the whole world. I have cried so much since I have been
+ here; Mr. Walters is almost always in a bad humour, and I
+ cannot bear to mend shoes; I would almost rather do without
+ wearing them. There is always a great pile of torn boots and
+ shoes lying in the corner, and I have to help to mend them.
+ Oh, how much pleasanter it was to work for the farmers round
+ M&mdash;&mdash; all the week, and then go to church on Sunday! They
+ have the grandest churches here, and I have heard beautiful
+ music from the organ when I passed or stood at the door; but
+ I have never been inside of a church since I left M&mdash;&mdash;, for
+ none of our people ever go, nor do we have any family prayer.
+</p>
+<p>
+ There is one thing, however, in New York that I do like; you
+ ought to see the beautiful picture-shops in Broadway. I
+ cannot help drawing a little, although I resolve every time
+ shall be the last. I did a very wrong thing two days ago,
+ which I must tell you of. I do not love Mrs. Walters, for she
+ is always scolding me, and she has a very sharp nose and
+ chin. I had a piece of chalk in my pocket, and I drew her
+ likeness on the end of the work-bench. Jem Taylor, our
+ journeyman, laughed so, that Mr. Walters would know what
+ amused him so. When he saw it, he beat me with a last, and
+ hurt me greatly. I cried, not for the beating, but because I
+ felt I had done wrong. I remembered what my dear mother said
+ about caricaturing, and I was so sorry I had done it. I
+ begged Mrs. Walters' pardon, and told her I never would do it
+ again; and, indeed, I never will. I am afraid I shall become
+ a bad boy here. Jem Taylor swears dreadfully, and tells so
+ many falsehoods. He is the only one here who is kind to me;
+ but when I hear his oaths, and know that he is saying what is
+ not true, I cannot like him. My mother always warned me so
+ against saying the least thing that was not true. Ah, if she
+ had known what kind of people these were, she would never
+ have placed me with them. But I will try to please them, and
+ try to be content; and I do pray every day that I may not be
+ tempted to lie and swear like those with whom I am obliged to
+ live. There is a good old man, a tailor, who lives next door
+ to us. He is going to M&mdash;&mdash;, and will give you this letter;
+ so good-bye, dear George, and do not forget your friend,
+</p>
+<p style="text-align: right;">
+ William Raymond.
+</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>
+He sealed the letter and sent it by the tailor, and he felt
+somewhat happier, for he had some faint hope that his kind friend,
+the baker, would interfere in his behalf. He had not, however,
+magnified the misery of his condition; for not only did he feel
+keenly the want of such comforts as he had enjoyed in his humble
+home, but his life was rendered miserable by the injustice and
+severity with which he was treated. His master was a man of
+violent temper, who, finding he possessed little aptitude for
+shoemaking, tried to make him love it, first by flogging, and
+afterwards by half-starvation; following in the last-named measure
+the advice of his miserly help-mate, who believed it the best way
+of developing genius. In vain did William try by gentleness and
+zeal to soften their harshness; he had no one to interfere in his
+behalf, and he was made boy of all work, and scolded and blamed
+from morning till night. None loved him, and while he pined for
+the loss of the affection he once enjoyed, he found no one to
+love. No one treated him kindly, and gladness became a stranger to
+his heart.
+</p>
+<p>
+In the midst of Sabbath privileges, he was in danger of becoming a
+heathen. He could not go to church or Sabbath school, because he was
+wanted to assist in the regular Sunday cooking; he heard no word of
+prayer or psalm of praise, and he might well have exclaimed with the
+Psalmist, &quot;I looked on my right hand, but there was no man that would
+know me; refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+Still, he could not at once forget the teachings of his early
+childhood. He prayed that he might be kept from the power of the
+wicked, and the great and mighty Hearer of prayer was indeed his
+guard. His eye fell kindly on the desolate boy, and was only preparing
+him by present trials for future good. Still our young hero was not
+without faults. There was a little spice of pride in his composition,
+and, as we have learned from his letter, he hated the humble trade to
+which he was apprenticed. This was wrong: there is no occupation,
+however lowly, which cannot be made respectable by the proper
+discharge of the duties belonging to it; and if our young readers will
+remember that all their needs and changes are known unto Him who
+bountifully supplieth all, they will also recognise how possible it is
+to honour Him, whose servants they are, by an upright walk and
+conscientious advance in the allotted path.
+</p>
+<p>
+But there were some pleasures for the poor boy even here, although
+deprived of home comforts. How kindly has God appointed that the
+elastic spirit of childhood cannot be crushed! and to one of the
+fanciful and enthusiastic temperament of our hero it was indeed a
+great blessing. The objects met with in a great and populous city are
+always striking; and our little shoemaker, as he walked through the
+streets, felt himself elevated, not lowered, by the grandeur around
+him. It showed him what man was enabled to do by energy and industry,
+and he determined that, although obliged to cobble at old boots and
+shoes for the present, it should not be so for ever. As he was made
+errand boy, he was obliged to be often in the streets; and then the
+pleasure he enjoyed in standing before the windows of the
+picture-shops, made him forget the tears which he so often shed under
+his master's caning, his mistress's continual fault-finding, and his
+meagre fare. Sometimes, while gazing on the works of art, so
+entrancing to a child with the soul of a painter, he also forgot how
+the time passed, and, having far exceeded that demanded by his errand,
+was on his return accused of playing the idler, and received an
+idler's reward.
+</p>
+<p>
+Even this could not cure him of his love of pictures. Like one who had
+found a treasure in a desert, he was not to be deterred by the
+difficulties in the way to its enjoyment. He did not persist in the
+course which would have provoked Mr. Walters' anger, but started off
+on a full run from the time he left the house, not stopping until he
+had delivered his freight of boots and shoes; and feeling that the
+remainder of the time was conscientiously his own, he spent it,
+without compunction, in the contemplation of the art he so much loved.
+</p>
+<a name="h2HCH0006" id="h2HCH0006"><!-- H2 anchor --></a>
+
+<h2>
+ CHAPTER VI.
+</h2>
+<h3>
+ A TIME OF TRIAL.
+</h3>
+<p>
+A time of trial was approaching, a trial that was to decide whether
+the good seed sown by the pious parents had taken root in good soil,
+and was able to endure the ordeal of strong temptation.
+</p>
+<p>
+Jem Taylor, the only one who ever showed poor Will any kindness,
+knowing of his great love for painting,&mdash;for to him only had he shown
+his little charcoal sketches&mdash;had no regard for truth, and, on account
+of his naturally kind and liberal disposition, was only the more
+dangerous as a companion for our hitherto differently trained hero.
+Seeing him one day returning exhausted and out of breath, his hands
+trembling so that he could scarcely hold his work, he began to
+administer the palatable poison which every human heart is only too
+ready to receive. &quot;I tell you, Bill,&quot; said he, &quot;you are the biggest
+blockhead I ever saw. If you like to look at the pictures, stand at
+the windows as long as you please, and do not run yourself to death.
+Just look at the other shoemakers' boys; they hang their string of
+boots and shoes over their shoulders, and go whistling and singing
+along the streets quite at their ease, playing marbles at the corners
+for pennies with the newspaper boys;&mdash;they know how to lie it out so
+as to escape beating, and have always some coppers in their pockets.
+When old Walters rates you for staying, cannot you say that Mr.
+So-and-So made you wait so long before he would give you the money; or
+that Mrs. Somebody was not at home, and the cook told you to stay, for
+she would be back in a minute, and you could not be paid until they
+were tried on?&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+Will was startled. He let the shoe he was mending fall from his hands,
+and gazed with terror and astonishment on his reckless companion.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Why, that would be&mdash;lying!&quot; said he slowly and in a low voice, as if
+he dreaded to utter the hateful word.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;To be sure it is lying, and nothing else,&quot; answered Jem, laughing;
+&quot;everybody lies, cannot you do so too?&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+The blood mounted to the temples of the indignant boy, spreading its
+glow over his fair forehead, and causing his usually gentle eyes to
+flush with righteous anger.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;I a liar! I tell a lie?&quot; he cried. &quot;No! not to escape a beating every
+day will I tell a falsehood!&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;And why not, you silly jackanapes?&quot; asked his ungodly comrade, in a
+tone of derision.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Because my parents taught me it was sinful, and God has forbidden
+it,&quot; said William. &quot;My mother always told me that lying was the first
+step in the road to ruin; and I read in my Bible that no one 'that
+loveth and maketh a lie' can enter into that Holy City of which God
+himself is the glory and the light.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+Dear young reader, how glorious is the majesty of truth! The
+dissipated and sin-loving journeyman, long since made familiar with
+vice, could not listen unmoved as the boy uttered the scriptural
+denunciation in the solemn and reverential manner he had been taught
+was proper, it was long since Jem Taylor had heard any word from that
+holy book, and now, awed by the dignity of the truth, that great
+principle of Christian life and conduct, he made no answer, but
+continued to work in silence. Perhaps he might have resumed the
+subject; but Mr. Walters came in and commenced the usual
+fault-finding, and Jem answering reproach with reproach, there was
+nothing more said.
+</p>
+<p>
+One day soon after, William was directed to go to the upper shop for a
+pair of white satin shoes, which he was to carry to a wealthy lady who
+lived during the summer months in a handsome cottage in the suburbs.
+How happy he was at thought of seeing something like the country once
+more! and he started off at full speed, his elastic spirit happy and
+hopeful as if it had never known a sorrow. The sunshine was so
+cheering, and rested so brightly on the spires as it bathed them in
+its golden radiance, that his whole mood partook of the genial glow.
+He had reached the upper part of the city, and was quite in the
+neighbourhood of the house where the shoes were to be left, when a
+large dog coming round the corner at a speed as rapid as his own, ran
+directly in his way, and threw him over. There had been a heavy shower
+in the early part of the afternoon, the gutters were still full of
+water, and although he was not hurt by his fall, yet in the shock the
+shoes were dashed from his hand, and fell into the muddy bath.
+</p>
+<p>
+With feelings of terror not to be described, our poor hero saw the
+black fluid streaming over the beautiful shoes; and after having stood
+for a moment as if paralyzed, he plunged his hand into the filthy pool
+and drew them out.
+</p>
+<p>
+He might have served as a study for a painter as he stood surveying
+the consequences of the mishap; his countenance expressed almost every
+emotion of the human mind, as he held up the shoes and tried to wipe
+away the black mud which dyed them, until at length, finding all his
+efforts ineffectual, he burst into a fit of passionate weeping.
+</p>
+<p>
+Do not think his tears were puerile; his spirit was naturally strong,
+but he was only a child, and his bodily frame weak from want of
+nourishing food.
+</p>
+<p>
+Bitter was his grief; and altogether at a loss how to proceed, for a
+moment he was tempted to resolve never again to face his unkind
+guardian, and seek another home, no matter where; he believed he could
+not be worse off. But those early teachings drawn from the Scripture
+rules, which had been so prayerfully impressed upon his plastic mind
+in the little cottage at M&mdash;&mdash;, now came back upon his heart; the
+remembrance of his parents came vividly before him, and he determined
+to act as they would have advised&mdash;namely, openly and according to the
+truth; he would be upright, let the consequences be to himself what
+they might.
+</p>
+<p>
+Providence, however, that so kindly watches over all who put their
+trust in him, and suffers none to be tempted beyond what they can
+bear, had raised up a friend to help in this hour of need.
+</p>
+<p>
+Attracted by the beauty of the sunset, an old gentleman of most
+reverential aspect was looking from the window of one of the
+handsomest houses in the square, but was not so lost in contemplation
+of the clouds that he had not observed poor William and pitied his
+misfortune.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Did your father send you with these shoes, boy?&quot; said he; &quot;why do you
+cry so bitterly about the misfortune which cannot be helped?&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Dear sir,&quot; replied William, as he raised up the ruined shoes, from
+which the muddy water was still dripping, &quot;I have no father nor mother
+now; my master will be very angry and beat me. I am sure I could not
+help it;&quot; and a fresh flood of tears proved his grief for the
+disaster.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;How much did he tell you to ask for the shoes?&quot; inquired the old
+gentleman.
+</p>
+<p>
+The boy named the amount, at the same time wiping the shoes with the
+corner of his blue blouse.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Here, boy, give this to your master to pay him for the shoes,&quot; said
+the gentleman, throwing him some money from the window; &quot;and here is a
+shilling for yourself; I think you are an honest boy, so keep that to
+indemnify you for your fright.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+William was amazed, but before he had time to thank the kind stranger,
+he had turned away, and the vacated place was filled by a
+different-looking object. A little, mirthful-looking, fair-haired
+girl, about seven years old, carrying a doll nearly as large as
+herself in her arms, looked from the window, and seeing our poor hero,
+burst into a loud fit of laughter, for which he could not account.
+Although anxious to know the cause, he was too bashful to ask the
+reason, and as she retreated almost immediately, he, after waiting a
+few minutes in hopes the gentleman would re-appear, was compelled to
+retrace the way which led to his cheerless home.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;What have you been doing, you idle scamp?&quot; exclaimed Mr. Walters, as
+he entered; &quot;have you been fighting with street-boys, or wrestling
+with chimney-sweeps? Look at yourself, what a figure you make with all
+the mud of the street on your face!&quot; and pushing him before a small
+looking-glass that hung in the shop, bade him account for the
+&quot;condition of this beautiful visage.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+The poor boy had dried his tears with the same corner of his blouse
+with which he had wiped the gutter-soiled shoes, and had thus
+transferred the black mud to his face; and as he surveyed his changed
+countenance in the glass, he recollected, and was at no loss to
+account for the little maiden's burst of laughter. Forgetting that his
+stern master stood beside him, and the bitter tears he had so lately
+shed, with that buoyancy of spirit which is the peculiar property of
+childhood, and surmounts all rules, he laughed aloud until recalled to
+his usual gravity by some blows on his shoulders from his master's
+heavy hand. &quot;How dare you laugh so impertinently in my presence?&quot; he
+asked, while administering the remedy of the strap, which he
+considered a specific for all misdemeanours; and now not only stopped
+the poor boy's laughing, but caused him to tremble under the
+undeserved punishment.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Where is the money for the shoes?&quot; he thundered forth, when he found
+time to speak.
+</p>
+<p>
+William handed it to him, and detailed the whole circumstance, not
+concealing that the gentleman had given him a shilling for himself.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Give it here,&quot; said Mr. Walters; &quot;boys like you, who have everything
+found them, have no need of money; it only serves to lead them into
+mischief;&quot; and taking up his hat, and bidding his wife have supper in
+half an hour, he left the shop.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Bill Raymond, you are one of the grandest of donkey-headed fools I
+ever saw in my life,&quot; said Jem Taylor, as soon as they were alone,
+after examining that the door leading to the kitchen was shut. &quot;Why
+did you give him the shilling, which was your own? The price of the
+shoes, too, you might have kept, for your honesty did not save you
+from a beating. Why did you say anything about it'! I would have taken
+the beating and kept the money.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+We have mentioned how Will met and triumphed over the first
+temptation; and when Taylor had repeatedly afterward assailed him with
+like arguments, he had never wavered; and the only consequence of his
+advice had been to create dislike and mistrust of one who could
+advocate a practice so entirely at variance with the law of God. But
+now he listened to the tempter, and without reproof of the sin which
+he could not fail to recognise.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;After all,&quot; said he to himself, &quot;Jem Taylor is right; I get beaten
+whether I am honest or not, and that money would have bought me many
+nice things. Yes, and I am so often hungry; and when I see the street
+boys spending pennies at the cake stalls and I have nothing, it makes
+me so angry; and I cannot bear this old Walters. I know I will not be
+so foolish another time; but I will keep at least the money which is
+given to myself, and take good care he shall know nothing about it.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+And why was his frame of mind so changed? Why did he view the
+deception as less repulsive than at first? The reason is easily told:
+he had relaxed his watchfulness in adhering to the path of duty, and
+although careful still to say the prayer taught him by those whose
+memory was as vividly dear as ever, it was more the form of words than
+the heart-prompted petition. Alas! the poisonous influence around him
+was beginning to tell, and he would soon throw off the only armour
+that could shield him from the temptations of the wicked, or guard
+against the more insidious attacks of his own deceiving and deceitful
+heart. He was not more happy, although in liking Jem Taylor better he
+had become more, reckless, and listened to his advice more patiently
+than at first; and although he still prayed, &quot;Lead me not into
+temptation, but deliver me from evil,&quot; he did not take in its
+spiritual meaning, and forgot the Saviour's injunction to &quot;watch&quot; as
+well as &quot;pray.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+But God, who knows all man's weakness, and whose mercy exceeds even
+man's sin, raised up at this time a friend for the desolate boy&mdash;it
+seemed as though to preserve him from the peril with which he was
+menaced. There were but one or two of the neighbours who ever visited
+the Walters, for the master was too surly and the mistress too
+penurious to exchange hospitality with any one. The tailor, next door,
+could come but seldom, as he was always busy; but the watchman of that
+district, who lived but a few doors distant, and whose wife sold Mrs.
+Walters milk, came more frequently than the tailor, and as he was a
+conversable man and understood politics, Walters was rather glad of
+his coming than otherwise. Will was generally sent for the milk, and
+his pale face and dejected look awakened the sympathies of this honest
+and God-fearing couple. They soon learned that he was an orphan, and
+Thomas Burton, the good watchman, having noticed the harsh treatment
+he received, and not at all ignorant of Jem Taylor's character, and
+the danger he was in of being led astray, determined to watch over
+him, and, if possible, prevent his being ruined. He therefore
+encouraged him in every way he could, and the gleams of sunlight his
+kindness and sympathy shed on the dark path of the orphan boy, showed
+that he was no stranger to that &quot;charity&quot; which, taught by the gospel,
+&quot;never faileth,&quot; and is &quot;kind.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+After the first temptation to falsehood, William had avoided Jem
+Taylor as much as possible; but now, in consequence of his &quot;consenting
+to be enticed to sin,&quot; he rather shunned the good Burtons, and took
+more pleasure in listening to the slang of the shop than in his own
+thoughts. He suffered his mind to dwell on the advice given him in
+relation to the price of the shoes and the shilling, and grieved over
+the loss of both, until he no longer considered that keeping the price
+of the shoes would have been a dishonest act. He began to be of Jem's
+opinion, that he had shown himself a blockhead, and resolved to act
+differently in future. &quot;But, indeed, I would have liked to thank that
+good old gentleman,&quot; said he to himself; &quot;although I was none the
+better for the money. It is a pity he does not know that Mr. Walters
+took it all; but I will try not to think any more about it. I know now
+what I will do,&quot; he cried, as a sudden thought struck him; &quot;that
+little girl with the large doll must be his daughter, so I will make a
+pair of little shoes for the waxen lady.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+William carried his purpose into execution. In the evening, when the
+working hours were over, he gathered up some scraps of red morocco
+which had been thrown aside as useless, and carried them up to the
+attic where he slept, so that as soon as daylight appeared he might
+begin his work. This he did, and had cut out and nearly half made a
+pair of doll's boots before the usual time of going to work. He could
+not, however, find any red ribbon with which to bind and tie them;
+some bits of blue were lying about, and as he had not a penny to
+purchase that which was suitable, he was obliged to use it. The next
+morning saw them finished, and wrapping them up in a small packet, he
+put it in his pocket, and went to his work quite happy that he had
+been able to accomplish his task without the knowledge of his master.
+</p>
+<p>
+The new satin shoes, made in place of those which had fallen into the
+gutter, were finished and brought in by evening, and although it was
+almost sundown, and the walk a long one, William was only too happy to
+be charged with their delivery. He set forth cheerily, and as he
+approached the house from whence the money had been thrown him, his
+heart beat joyfully&mdash;yes, that was the very window where the kind old
+gentleman stood; and, a better sight than that, the outer door stood
+open. It was but the work of a moment to seat himself on the broad
+marble steps and write on his packet, with a bit of lead pencil, &quot;The
+shoemaker's boy returns thanks for the kindness of the other day,&quot; and
+placed it in a corner of the vestibule, where it could not fail to be
+noticed.
+</p>
+<p>
+This done, he set off at his usual rate of speed, and without once
+looking round to see if he had been observed, he hurried on to the
+dwelling of the lady for whom the shoes were made. She was much
+pleased with them, paid the price, sent a new order to Mr. Walters,
+and gave him a sixpence for himself. William, altogether rejoiced at
+receiving the gift, trifling as it was, resolved in this case to do as
+Jem Taylor advised; he would <i>not</i> give it to Mr. Walters; and if he
+asked anything about it, he would <i>say</i> he had received nothing. &quot;No,
+I will spend it before I get home,&quot; he said half aloud, and took the
+direction which led to a baker's shop, where he would buy and feast
+upon rolls.
+</p>
+<p>
+But something more attractive in the shape of a picture shop came
+before him; rolls and gingerbread were forgotten in the delight he
+experienced in feasting his eyes on some paintings in the window. &quot;I
+really will try to draw that old man and his dog,&quot; said he to himself;
+&quot;but then I have no paper; ah yes, the sixpence the lady gave me!&quot; and
+with the welcome recollection he turned away from the tempting sight,
+purchased some paper and ran home, which he reached in good time.
+</p>
+<a name="h2HCH0007" id="h2HCH0007"><!-- H2 anchor --></a>
+
+<h2>
+ CHAPTER VII.
+</h2>
+<h3>
+ THE TEMPTER TRIUMPHS.
+</h3>
+<p>
+&quot;Did the lady give you nothing more?&quot; inquired Mr. Walters, as William
+handed him the money for the shoes and mentioned the new order. He had
+been pleased with the boy's ingenuous honesty shown a day or two
+before, and was now in a more sunny humour than usual. The old
+watchman, too, had come in for a half-hour's chat, and was sitting in
+the back shop, from whence Mr. Walters had come. &quot;What did she give
+you?&quot; he repeated, as he saw the boy hesitate.
+</p>
+<p>
+William blushed, stammered something inaudible, and looked at Jem
+Taylor, who, as master's back was turned so that he could not see him,
+made signs to our hero to conceal the truth. &quot;I am sure she gave you
+something,&quot; cried the master, now growing angry; &quot;tell me the truth
+this moment.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+The poor boy now recollected that he had spent part of it, and was
+more embarrassed than at first; the nods, winks, and smiles of the
+vicious journeyman were aiding in the struggle to conquer the boy's
+virtue, and at last triumphed. The anger of Mr. Walters was now fully
+aroused. He seized his young apprentice by the shoulder, and in a
+voice of thunder repeated the question; to which, pale and trembling,
+more from the terrible conflict within than dread of the uplifted arm
+of his cruel master, he answered, &quot;<i>I did not get any money!</i>&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+Dear young reader, the first step on the downward road is the only one
+that costs, the rest are easy; and our poor hero, the child of
+Christian parents, the subject of many prayers, had listened to the
+voice of the charmer, and now he stood on the verge of the dangerous
+boundary line. Was he to fall, or would God, whom he had been taught
+to love and honour, shield him in his perilous situation? Ah yes; for
+is there not One who, loving the wretched and suffering children of
+the earth&mdash;One who, touched with the feeling of man's infirmities,
+took on himself the likeness of sinful flesh, and dwelt among them,
+administering mercy to all? Wherefore in all things it behoved him to
+be made like unto his brethren, that he might be a merciful and
+faithful High Priest, to make reconciliation for the sins of the
+people. For being in all points tempted as we are, yet without sin, he
+himself having suffered, he is able to succour them that are tempted.
+</p>
+<p>
+And there were purposes of mercy in store for the orphan boy, when the
+chastisements with which God sees good to inflict on the children of
+his love should have passed away. This trial of his power to resist
+temptation was <i>permitted</i>, in order to show him that a better
+strength than his own was necessary, and that it is only through the
+divine Helper that any can be delivered from the power of the great
+enemy &quot;who goeth about as a roaring lion seeking whom he may devour.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Walters at once recognised the falsehood our poor hero was tempted
+to tell; and although he was in the habit of beating him for almost
+every offence, the chastisement on this occasion exceeded any that had
+gone before. Severe indeed were the blows rained down on his back and
+shoulders; less, indeed, intended as a punishment for the falsehood,
+than a pouring out of his own wrathful spirit on the child, who for
+the first time had manifested a spirit of opposition to his will.
+</p>
+<p>
+Poor boy, every bone in his body ached; but what was that in
+comparison with the anguish of soul he endured? Conscience, that sure
+monitor, proclaimed with its still small voice, &quot;Thou hast sinned
+against God;&quot; and he longed for the hour when he could be alone, and,
+like erring Peter, &quot;weep bitterly.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+It was Saturday evening, and work was left off at an earlier hour than
+usual. And well was it for our hero that Jem Taylor was too much bent
+on the pursuance of his own low pleasures to remain a moment after the
+signal was given to cease work. Perhaps more poison would have been
+instilled into the soul which had been found vulnerable; perhaps such
+a line of proceeding prompted as would have proved, if not ultimately
+successful, at least productive of much suffering; for the blessed
+Scriptures tell us that &quot;transgression shall be visited with the rod,
+and iniquity with stripes.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+He was sitting alone in a corner of the shop when the shrill voice of
+Mrs. Walters was heard calling him to &quot;go to Burton's for milk.&quot; He
+obeyed, and wiping his streaming eyes, with an attempt to look
+cheerful, he entered the neat little room, where he found his friend
+Thomas, who had left the scene of strife unobserved.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Sit down, Will,&quot; said he, in a kindly tone, that, going straight to
+the boy's heart, once more unlocked the fountain of his tears; &quot;the
+old woman is taking her bread out of the oven, but she will be here in
+a moment.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;I dare not stay,&quot; replied the boy; &quot;I must go home and come back
+rather than wait. Mrs. Walters always scolds if I stay.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;I will go with you and carry your excuse,&quot; rejoined Thomas; &quot;but
+there is one thing about which I have long wanted to ask you. I never
+see you dressed clean on Sunday, or going to church. Have you never
+been accustomed to hear the word of God preached on the Sabbath, or
+attended a Sunday school? It is no wonder that falsehood dwells in the
+hearts of those who do not honour the ordinances of God; or that lies
+are spoken by such as do not know that 'He who is the Truth abhors the
+lying lips.'&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+The tears of the orphan boy now flowed freely, and a deep blush
+mounted to his temples. &quot;O Mr. Burton,&quot; he sobbed, &quot;how gladly would I
+go to church and Sabbath school, as I did when my parents were living;
+but I fear I am growing wicked, for at times I have bad feelings, and
+to-day I told&quot;&mdash;he could not bring himself to say a lie&mdash;&quot;what was not
+true.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;I know you did,&quot; said Thomas; &quot;I was in the back shop and saw you
+punished. God grant you may never need another chastisement for the
+same cause. But here is the old woman, and although I would like to
+talk to you a little, I must not suffer you to do wrong by staying a
+moment longer than necessary. How would you like to go to church with
+me to-morrow afternoon?&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;If I only could,&quot; replied William, &quot;I would be glad; but I have a
+great deal to do on Sunday, and I am afraid Mrs. Walters will not like
+to spare me.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;I will ask her, and I am sure I shall not be refused,&quot; said Thomas;
+&quot;but here is your milk&mdash;come, I am going with you.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+Mrs. Walters, either being in a better humour than usual, or wishing
+to appear amiable to her respectable neighbour, not only took no
+notice of William's rather long stay, but consented he should spend
+Sunday evening with the watchman.
+</p>
+<p>
+Great lightness of heart would have been his in consequence of this
+consent, had not his spirit been weighed down with the burden of his
+sin. He felt how blunt are all the arrows of adversity in comparison
+with those of guilt; and how insignificant are all the trials imposed
+by cruel men, contrasted with the pain of soul caused by the sense of
+having displeased God.
+</p>
+<p>
+Twilight came on, and with it he sought the quiet of his comfortless
+attic. Its rude walls and squalid furniture were, however, not now
+noticed; its privacy and seclusion were all that his soul desired. He
+threw himself on the pallet which served him for a bed, and wept
+bitterly as he thought of his parents, who had taken so much pains to
+teach him to abhor a lie, and recalled the words of his mother, who
+constantly admonished him how much better it was to suffer wrongfully
+than do wrong; and bitter was his self-reproach, that for the sake of
+a paltry sixpence he had told a lie, and in doing so sinned against
+the God of truth, whose word declares that &quot;lying lips are an
+abomination to the Lord.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+Oh, how guilty he felt! how humbled in his own estimation! and with
+deep and bitter repentance he bewailed his error, and entreated pardon
+from Him who for Christ's sake will always hear the penitent when they
+pray, and help them in their time of trial. &quot;My heavenly Father,&quot; was
+the language of his anguished heart, &quot;I have sinned, and am most
+unhappy; save me from temptation, or give me strength to resist when
+it comes.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+It was long before the violence of his grief passed away, and when it
+did, feeling no inclination to sleep, he went to his trunk for his
+Bible, which latterly he had somewhat neglected. As he turned over the
+articles which lay within it, most of which he had brought from home,
+and which served most vividly to recall the happiness of his earlier
+years, his eyes rested upon the portfolio of his father's drawings,
+which lay on the bottom, and on which he had not lately looked. As he
+opened it a folded paper fell from between the leaves. He took it up
+and opened it&mdash;it was the little drawing which he had made in the
+church-yard; and as he gazed on it he recollected the stranger who had
+coloured it, and with remembrance of him came that also of his
+spiritual conversation. He read the words written on the back: &quot;Watch
+and pray, that ye enter not into temptation;&quot; &quot;Watch that you may
+pray, and pray that you may be safe;&quot; and the tide of tears once more
+burst forth.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;I was not watchful,&quot; he said; &quot;I did not pray as I ought; but I will
+try never to forget my duty again.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+His tears could not soon be restrained; but as he read such passages
+from his Bible as his mother had taught him to understand,
+tranquillity gradually stole over his heart, and although he still
+wept, his tears were not so bitter as at first. Oh, blessed religion
+of Christ! that can bring a balm for every human grief; that tells the
+weary and heavy laden where to go for rest and solace; that tells the
+desolate of a home and inheritance in a land where there is no sorrow;
+and bids the sin-sick not despair, for there is mercy in Christ for
+all, and God hath no pleasure in the death of the sinner, but would
+rather that the wicked turn from the evil of his way and live: it
+tells of a love which does not willingly afflict, but when, in
+mysterious but unquestionable mercy, it lays the cross upon our
+shoulder, it also gives the support of its divine strength, &quot;making
+the rough places plain to our feet, and the darkness to be light about
+our path.&quot; He who bore a cross, &quot;the heaviest cross,&quot; can also lighten
+the burden of all our trials; and although he may not see good to
+remove them, he can remove their oppressive weight by the bestowment
+of the spirit of patience, which teaches implicit obedience to our
+heavenly Father's will. And now, as the refreshing dew falls silently
+and unseen upon the sun-scorched earth, and all nature revives to
+renovated life, so did the gentle but powerful influence of the gospel
+precepts shed peace and hope upon the heart of this desolate boy.
+Trusting in the orphan's God, who has declared &quot;he will never leave
+nor forsake those who call upon him,&quot; he grew calm as he recalled the
+abundant promises of God, and, comforted by the holy assurance they
+afforded, his agitation subsided into calmness, and at last he sunk
+into a calm and quiet sleep.
+</p>
+<p>
+The Sabbath morning rose bright and beautiful, and the sacred silence,
+evident even in the crowded city&mdash;for the usual sounds of labour and
+of sport are hushed&mdash;was soothing to the sin-wounded spirit of the
+poor orphan boy. His first thought on awaking was the remembrance of
+his sin; his first work, to ask forgiveness and seek strength for
+present duty and future trial; and in the stillness of heavenly
+communion he found the peace promised to all who trust in the Lord.
+Pale and serious, but with a happiness to which he had long been a
+stranger, the influence of the Holy Spirit was operating upon his
+heart. He felt that he had been in danger of straying from the fold of
+the Good Shepherd, and that he had in mercy been saved by the trial
+which showed him that he dared not trust to his own strength. Nothing
+occurred to mar the quiet of the day. Mr. Walters was quiet, though
+somewhat moody; his wife did not scold as usual; and when, in the
+afternoon, Thomas Burton came in for our poor hero, there was no
+objection made to his going, but permission given for him to stay with
+the Burtons until bed-time.
+</p>
+<p>
+Walters could not well refuse Thomas any favour. Not only was he
+obliged to respect this humble Christian for his consistent walk, but
+he owed him a large debt of gratitude; for when he and his family all
+lay ill at one time of an epidemic fever, the Burtons, when no one
+else would go near the house, waited on them day and night. He was a
+little mortified that the good watchman had been witness of his
+violent behaviour on the day before,&mdash;he feared some expostulation on
+the part of his worthy neighbour; but Thomas wisely forbore to say
+anything at present in the boy's behalf, thinking he could serve him
+better by silent observation, and not interfering until a suitable
+time.
+</p>
+<p>
+Very pleasantly did this Sabbath-day pass with William. How he enjoyed
+the service in the plain church where the Burtons worshipped! It
+reminded him of home days, and in the softened mood of his heart every
+word uttered by the preacher told. The beautiful words of the text,
+which the Saviour spoke to his disciples, &quot;Let not your heart be
+troubled; ye believe in God, believe also in me;&quot; and its following
+words, in which the Comforter is promised,&mdash;came like healing balm
+upon his wounded spirit, and he bowed his soul in humble gratitude to
+the great Head of the Church, who, in suffering him once more to enjoy
+the privileges of the sanctuary, had also satisfied him with spiritual
+food.
+</p>
+<p>
+The evening passed pleasantly away, although the conversation, turning
+on the events of the preceding day, brought a blush to William's pale
+cheeks and tears to his eyes. The old watchman, although rude and
+uneducated, was yet a true Christian, and as such, admonished the
+desolate child with all the tenderness of a father. When our hero told
+him how he had been tempted to run away on the day the shoes fell into
+the gutter, and how harshly he had been treated, not only on that
+occasion, but always; and how hard it was for him to observe the rule
+of duty, which he well knew, when Jem Taylor, the only one who ever
+showed him any kindness, was always advising him to pursue a course to
+which the human heart is naturally inclined, but which his conscience
+told him was wrong.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;That is all very true,&quot; said Thomas; &quot;but you must remember that all
+set out on a race for one stopping-place, to which there are two
+roads. You have read in your Bible about the wide and the strait gate.
+'Enter in,' it says, 'at the strait gate; for wide is the gate and
+broad is the way that leadeth unto destruction, and many there be that
+go in thereat. Because strait is the gate and narrow is the way that
+leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.' Now, my boy, God
+has taken away your earthly joys, and made the way narrow to you;
+hedged your path with thorns, and caused you to weep bitter tears
+every day. We know, too, that no affliction for the present is joyous,
+but grievous: and as our light afflictions, which, in comparison with
+eternity, endure but for a moment, work out for us a far more
+exceeding and eternal weight of glory; so God has filled your way with
+trials, difficulties, and thorns, that, taught so early in life to
+deny self and fight against sin, you, as you progress, will find the
+narrow path grow easy and pleasant, and find at the end everlasting
+life. Now, the temptations of Jem Taylor are easily resisted, if you
+will read your Bible <i>prayerfully</i>. 'Thy word is a light unto my feet
+and a lamp unto my path.' 'Through thy commandments I get
+understanding,' says David; 'therefore I hate every evil way.' And if,
+when tempted, you strive mightily, and call for help on Him who hath
+promised to aid in the hour of trial, he will bear you through the
+whole conflict safely, and at last give you a crown of life.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+William drank in the old man's words, and could have listened longer,
+but it was growing late. The good watchman must be at his post; and
+even while speaking he was putting on his overcoat, and, taking up his
+lantern, was soon prepared to traverse his nightly round.
+</p>
+<p>
+Having promised he would return William safely, he proposed that they
+should leave together; but not before Mrs. Burton had wrapped up half
+a dozen nice rolls, which she gave him; and William, looking up in the
+old man's face, said, &quot;You will not forsake me?&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;No, boy, no, that I won't,&quot; was his reply; &quot;but try to do all that
+conscience tells you is your duty, and then you will have a better
+Friend, worth more than a whole host of mortal men.&quot;
+</p>
+<a name="h2HCH0008" id="h2HCH0008"><!-- H2 anchor --></a>
+<h2>
+ CHAPTER VIII.
+</h2>
+<h3>
+ GLEAMS OF SUNSHINE.
+</h3>
+<p>
+The night passed by, and although William had not slept during its
+early hours, he rose as soon as it was light, and after offering an
+earnest prayer that Heaven would shield him from temptation that day,
+he wrote a letter to his friend George. We will not detail what the
+epistle contained, but merely mention that, after stating many
+circumstances that had occurred, it ended by telling what a kind
+friend had been raised up for him in the old watchman. He did not
+conceal the fact of his being very unhappy; but while he told of his
+comfortless home, he also declared his resolution to try to be
+contented with his present lot and like his trade. Thomas Burton had
+told him that his heavenly Father had allotted to every one his proper
+place, and to murmur would be sinful. He concluded by saying that he
+would be diligent and faithful, trying in all things to please his
+master, until his term of apprenticeship should have expired. &quot;Then,
+dear George, I will go back to M&mdash;&mdash;. I never shall want to stay in a
+big city; for although there are many fine things here, finer than I
+ever saw in our little village, there is more wickedness, and it is
+harder to be good where there is so much bad example.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+At this moment his mistress called him to come and make the fire, and
+hastily directing and sealing his letter, he thrust it into his pocket
+and proceeded to do her bidding.
+</p>
+<p>
+Notwithstanding considerable languor hung about his bodily frame, and
+his bones and muscles still ached from the effects of the boating, he
+felt a more peaceful frame of mind than he had known for weeks before.
+The knowledge of having done wrong is always the first step toward
+amendment. He not only felt that he had been guilty of more sins than
+lying, but, viewing those minor faults in a different light than
+formerly, he determined to watch over his heart carefully, and avoid
+giving any cause of complaint in future. &quot;Watch that you may pray, and
+pray that you may be safe,&quot; were words that floated in his mind all
+the morning as he sat hammering shoe soles; and he would not laugh at
+any joke of Jem Taylor's against his master, although for some time
+past he had enjoyed hearing him ridiculed.
+</p>
+<p>
+Late in the afternoon Mrs. Walters came in, and, giving him a pair of
+leather boots, told him to take them to Mrs. Bradley, the wife of a
+market gardener who lived outside the city. It was fully three hours
+after his scanty dinner had been eaten, and supper would be over ere
+he returned. Growing boys are always hungry, and he was about to
+venture to ask Mrs. Walters for a lunch to serve in place of the
+evening meal, when he remembered the rolls given him by Mrs. Burton,
+and which were still in his trunk. He hid the little packet in his
+bosom, intending to eat its contents on his way home; and after having
+put his letter in the post-office, he set off to accomplish his
+errand.
+</p>
+<p>
+One might have thought the walk, and the variety always met with in
+the streets of a large city, would have exhilarated him; but, whether
+owing to the condition of his bodily health, this was not now the
+case. He passed the picture-shops without noticing the treasures in
+the windows; the silver-ware and fanciful ornaments of the jewellers'
+establishments served only to remind him of the vanities of earth, and
+his own poverty; and as he looked upon the gaily-dressed crowd that
+was thronging Broadway, among which there was not one whose face was
+known to him, that painful sense of desolation which comes over one
+when he feels alone in a crowd, saddened him almost to tears. He
+recalled the happy days of his early childhood, and even those when,
+after his father's death, he had been compelled to labour to assist
+his mother. Ah, how light it all seemed in comparison with the
+hardship of his present lot! Notwithstanding the comfort he had
+enjoyed on the previous day, and his renewed determination to do his
+duty and trust in God, his heart grew sick at the prospect of the long
+years of wretchedness and bondage yet to be endured before his
+apprenticeship should end; and he wished to die. &quot;I am the most
+unhappy being on the face of the earth,&quot; he said, as he wiped away the
+tears with his ragged sleeve; &quot;but still I will try to do right. Ah,
+if Nicholas Herman knew how unhappy I am, I am sure he would try to
+get me away!&quot; He had by this time reached the city limits, and the
+gardener's cottage, with its high enclosing palisades and espaliers
+hanging with tempting fruit, was visible. The hedge which bordered on
+the roadside was green, and its verdure attractive to one accustomed
+to country life. Bounding over the ditch which separated it from the
+common path, he was about to continue his walk along its margin, when
+his step was arrested by a sound of distress. He looked round and saw
+a little boy, barefoot and thinly clad, sitting on the ground and
+weeping bitterly. A little basket, half filled with chips, told what
+his occupation had been, while his pale face and meagre form were such
+as to awaken pity in the heart of the most careless. William was not
+so absorbed in his own distress that he had no sympathy to bestow on
+another. He stooped over the boy, and, as he kindly took him by the
+hand, a tear, which his own circumstances had called forth, fell upon
+the boy's cheek, and caused him to look up in surprise.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;What are you crying for?&quot; asked William; &quot;are you afraid, or has any
+one hurt you?&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+The little fellow only answered by questioning: &quot;You are crying
+yourself;&quot; said he; &quot;are you as hungry as I am?&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Are you really crying for hunger! that is dreadful!&quot; rejoined
+William. &quot;I know what it is not to have enough to eat, but still I
+never have been so starved as to cry about it.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Neither grandmother nor I have had anything to eat since morning, and
+I am very hungry.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;But what are you doing here?&quot; inquired our hero.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Just gathering some sticks, to make a fire for grandmother, who is
+sick, and cannot spin now,&quot; answered the boy, still weeping.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Have you no parents to take care of you?&quot; again asked William. &quot;What
+is your name, and where do you live?&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+The boy answered that his name was Ned Graham, and named a street at
+no great distance from the place where they were, and which was well
+known to William. He said that his parents were both dead; that while
+his father, who was a carpenter, lived, they had been very
+comfortable; but that now, as his grandmother was very old, and
+himself too young to do anything to help to make a livelihood, they
+were often hungry. &quot;Grandmother spun and knit until she became sick,
+and the neighbours still sent us in something; but they are poor
+themselves, grandmother says; and this morning, when old Annie
+Michael, who supports herself and children by washing, sent us some of
+her breakfast, grandmother said she could not bear to take it.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+William had no rejoinder to make, for self-reproach was busy at his
+heart. But a little while ago he had thought himself &quot;the most unhappy
+being on the face of the earth,&quot; and now he could not help feeling
+that the condition of poor little Ned was far more wretched than his
+own. His food, indeed, was coarse and scanty enough; but then he had
+his regular meals, while this poor child and his infirm grandmother
+were obliged to subsist on the charity of the poor, which could not be
+very regularly or liberally administered.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;I am surely very ungrateful to my heavenly Father,&quot; said he, half
+aloud. &quot;Hereafter, when I am disposed to complain of my food, I will
+think of this poor boy. But stop; I had forgotten the rolls Mrs.
+Burton gave me. I am not very hungry now;&quot; and taking the packet from
+his bosom pocket, he gave it to the little starveling.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;I am not to have them all?&quot; said Ned, as he broke one off, and began
+to eat it. &quot;Do you not want some yourself?&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;No,&quot; replied William; &quot;I will get some supper when I go home; so
+carry half of them to your grandmother, for you are both hungry, and
+have no supper to expect.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+And now, although hungry himself, with what pleasure did he give his
+rolls to one whose want was far greater than his own! He felt, in this
+denying of self, how great was the luxury of doing good; for mercy&mdash;
+</p>
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p class="i4"> &quot;Droppeth as the gentle dew from heaven. </p>
+<p class="i2"> Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed; </p>
+<p class="i2"> It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes.&quot; </p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>
+Having finished his errand to the market-gardener's wife, and received
+a new order for some children's shoes, he took little Ned by the hand,
+and, having left him at his home, and looked in on the sick
+grandmother, he went back to his master's house, which now wore a more
+comfortable aspect than it had ever done before. So true is it that
+God accords to none unmitigated misery; and there are few, if any,
+who, like our hero, are tempted to believe themselves the most
+wretched beings in the world, who need anything but to look around
+among their fellow-men, to find that they are not the only or the
+greatest sufferers. Neither should any allow themselves to think that
+poverty and misfortune form the chief misery of man. None but the
+guilty are completely wretched; and trials are but necessary
+discipline to bring the soul from earth to heaven. &quot;Before I was
+afflicted I went astray; but now I keep thy law,&quot; are the words of
+David; and how many can be found ready to acknowledge that &quot;it is good
+for a man that he bear the yoke in his youth: for the. Lord will not
+cast off for ever; but though he cause grief, yet will he have
+compassion, according to the multitude of his mercies.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+And so from this time, although the treatment he received at his
+cheerless home was no better, the change which had come over his
+spirit since his late humiliation, had urged him to fly to the throne
+of grace for protection against the weakness of his own heart, and
+also made the hardships he endured seem less. He grew more mature by
+the severe discipline which, sanctified by the Spirit of grace, was
+purifying his soul; and he pursued the homely trade which at first he
+so disliked, and tried to conquer self by hurrying past the
+picture-shops, which were so great a source of attraction at first,
+and now regarded them as forbidden fruit. Not that they were less
+attractive, but his own heart told him, and so did his friend, Thomas
+Burton, that God appoints to every one such a sphere of action as is
+suited to his nature; and although to one has been committed but one
+talent, while another has five, and another ten, the principle on
+which each is improved is the same. The great work each one has to do
+is within his own breast, and he that would gain the crown promised at
+the end of life's course must run the race in the spirit and temper of
+the gospel, which are humility and meekness.
+</p>
+<p>
+In consequence of this subdued spirit and a greater readiness to obey,
+his harsh guardians relaxed so far as to yield to the persuasions of
+the good watchman, and suffered him to go on Sunday afternoons to
+church and Sabbath school, as well as sometimes to spend the evening
+with himself.
+</p>
+<p>
+And this, dear reader, proved like a fountain of sweet water in the
+wilderness; and, as an oasis in the desert, furnished rest and
+refreshing, which strengthened him to bear up against the hardships
+and trials of the week. And as, in hearing the Scriptures expounded
+and learning their soul-comforting lessons, the word, as the Psalmist
+says, became &quot;hidden in his heart,&quot; it proved more precious to him
+than the &quot;gold of Ophir.&quot; It taught him to guard against the
+deceitfulness of his own heart; to discern temptation, however
+speciously veiled; pointed out the way to escape when sorely beset;
+and showed him where, when &quot;weary and heavy laden,&quot; to seek for rest.
+Duty was made plain; and, taught to understand his own errors, he also
+understood by what means to guard against them. He now walked
+according to the scriptural rule, and found his reward in the peace
+promised unto those &quot;whose mind is stayed on God, and trust him.&quot;
+</p>
+<a name="h2HCH0009" id="h2HCH0009"><!-- H2 anchor --></a>
+
+<h2>
+ CHAPTER IX.
+</h2>
+<h3>
+ SUNSHINE AND SHADOW.
+</h3>
+<p>
+Mrs. Bradley, the wife of the market gardener, was a kind-hearted
+woman, and William having often been sent to her house with shoes, an
+acquaintanceship grew up between them, which, our hero found, turned
+out most unexpectedly to his advantage.
+</p>
+<p>
+As she stood or sat in her place at the corner, surrounded by her
+fresh vegetables, for which she had always plenty of customers, she
+often found herself in want of some one whom she could trust to carry
+a bunch of asparagus or a basket of spinach to some purchaser's house.
+From what she had seen of William, she was assured he would do an
+errand faithfully; and although he could not come regularly, she often
+waited for his appearing rather than trust another. For these little
+services she always paid him liberally, and had he been less
+conscientious than he was, he might have turned this kindness to
+considerable advantage; but his conscience told him he must not
+neglect his master's business.
+</p>
+<p>
+He mentioned this to the good woman, who, seeing its propriety, was
+careful only to give him such commissions as he could fulfil without
+wasting the time belonging to his employer; her good opinion being
+only increased by his scrupulous fear of doing wrong.
+</p>
+<p>
+Very happy indeed he was to have some money of his own. Mr. Walters,
+being somewhat ashamed of his conduct as exhibited before Jem Taylor
+and the watchman, had never since asked him what he got from the
+customers; but Mrs. Walters often borrowed our hero's change, as she
+said,&mdash;but which loans were never repaid. William, however, true to
+his resolution of adhering to the truth, never denied having money
+when she asked him; but, we must confess, he gave it with a pang, for
+he wanted his scanty means for a more important purpose, namely, to
+feed the hungry. The rule of life to which he was now adhering forbade
+him to do evil that good might follow, and knowing that if he received
+the money it would not be long in his possession, he would only take a
+portion of these earnings, and begged Mrs. Bradley to give the rest to
+little Ned Graham, whom he would send to her house.
+</p>
+<p>
+She inquired who Ned Graham was, and having heard, declared that
+&quot;nobody should starve in her neighbourhood; she would not only give
+the little boy the pennies, but see after the old woman.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+It was only when sent on some errand to the neighbourhood he could
+look in on old Mrs. Graham and her grandson; but when he did, his
+heart was filled with such joy as made him forget that he had ever
+suffered or been sad. The &quot;cup of cold water,&quot; given in the spirit of
+Him who went about doing good, insures its own reward; he had extended
+the sympathy and kindness due by the bond of human brotherhood to
+those more destitute than himself, and he found himself blessed. The
+cold looks and cheerless meal that awaited him on his return home, had
+now no power to dim the cheerful light of his soul; and when he lay
+down on his hard pallet, and slept as only childhood can sleep,
+dreams, born of the holy duty which had that day been performed,
+hovered around his pillow, shedding an influence not less bright than
+had been his waking joy.
+</p>
+<p>
+Although, the prevailing temper of his mind was peace, its rule was by
+no means steady; many a cloud alternated with his sunshine, many a
+trial awoke the natural spirit, and many a temptation enticed him to
+sin. But in his Bible, now never neglected, he found not only a
+buckler that made him proof against every besetment, but experienced
+that each promise there will be found a staff to lean upon, able to
+bear our whole weight of sin, of sorrow, and of trial. By the glorious
+example of sinless purity, yet of lowly meekness and complete
+submission to a Father's will, as exhibited by our blessed Saviour, he
+learned to practise the &quot;charity&quot; which &quot;suffereth long,&quot; and &quot;beareth
+all things;&quot; so that even Mrs. Walters was obliged to acknowledge that
+really &quot;Bill was not a bad kind of a boy.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+None are, however, free from sin, and the boy had many struggles
+against the natural inclination to do evil; he was also often sorely
+tempted; but sufficient grace was given by Him who hath promised that
+none shall be tempted above what he is able to bear, to make a way of
+escape.
+</p>
+<p>
+The summer of the second year had passed away, and the advance of
+autumn had somewhat shortened the days, not, however, yet so much so
+as to make it necessary to light up the shop. Jem Taylor always went
+away at the close of working hours, and as William was the only one
+who boarded with the Walters, he was constantly left alone.
+</p>
+<p>
+One evening Mr. and Mrs. Walters went out together to a place of
+public amusement, and having great confidence in &quot;Bill,&quot; although they
+treated him most unkindly, they left him in charge of the house.
+</p>
+<p>
+Taking a seat in the unlighted shop, the lad looked through the open
+door on the passers-by, and his heart grew sad at the thought, that
+among them all there was no one who cared for him. Naturally of a
+gentle and loving spirit, he longed for suitable companionship on
+which he might lavish his wealth; but, except the Burtons, with whom
+he could spend but little time, there was no one from whose influence
+gleams of sunshine could steal in upon his heart and cheer its
+desolation. &quot;I have always heard it said,&quot; was his musing thought,
+&quot;that if one were kind and affectionate, he would be sure to receive
+love in return. I do all I can to please Mr. and Mrs. Walters, but I
+am certain I shall never be able to win their love, and I am <i>so</i>
+lonesome.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+By this time the twilight had deepened almost into night, rendering
+objects nearly indistinct. The passing crowd had gradually grown less,
+but our hero neither noticed the increasing gloom nor the comparative
+quiet of the street, until aroused by the sound of music. Some German
+street musicians still abroad were playing the sweet and touching air,
+&quot;Why, O why, my heart, this sadness?&quot; and the sounds awoke a different
+train of meditation. How often had he heard that strain at home, and
+now, how vividly the happy scenes of the once happy times enjoyed
+there came up before him! The poverty, privation, toil, and sorrow
+borne there, lost half their magnitude; every joy was reflected back
+ten-fold. He felt as does some sailor on a stormy sea, and looked back
+to its shelter from the jealousies, trials, and turmoils of the world,
+as the storm-tossed mariner would have regarded the quiet haven he had
+left for ever; the recollection of all that had once been his within
+those humble walls was too much for his lately acquired heroism; the
+long-sealed fountain was opened, and he wept as he had not done for
+many months.
+</p>
+<p>
+It was not until the music died faintly down the long street that he
+recovered his calmness. The tears, however, had proved salutary; and
+when he wiped them away he felt but the more resolute in his
+determination to do right, let the sacrifice cost what it might, than
+ever. &quot;I will be contented,&quot; was his mental resolve, &quot;I will endeavour
+to grow up good and useful, trying to fulfil worthily the duties
+required by my heavenly Father. I have murmured much; a good, faithful
+servant does his master's will <i>cheerfully</i>, but I have not done so.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+Something rubbing against his feet disturbed his train of thought.
+What could it be? He looked down to discover, and in the dim and
+uncertain light saw a small object moving about on the floor. Again it
+came near: first a gentle mewing, then a low purring sound was heard;
+and next, something, which he knew at once was a kitten, jumped up
+into his lap, and, as if glad to have found a resting-place, nestled
+down to take a comfortable nap.
+</p>
+<p>
+This movement, however, was not at once permitted; for gently removing
+the little intruder, he lighted the gas in order to see what kind of
+feline specimen had thus come voluntarily to seek his acquaintance.
+The little animal's appearance was greatly in its favour; there were
+many cats in the neighbourhood, some of them frightened-looking and
+half-starved creatures, but this was a beautiful little grey and white
+kitten, which had evidently been some one's favourite, for it was very
+tame, and had a blue ribbon tied round its neck. But what was he to do
+with it? Mrs. Walters, he knew, was a sworn enemy to cats and dogs,
+and, had opportunity been allowed, would have waged a war of
+extermination against both races. He dared not keep it, and yet how
+could he resolve to drive it out into the street, where it would be
+sure to be killed? &quot;The poor thing has strayed from home,&quot; said he to
+himself; &quot;I wish I knew what I ought to do; stay&mdash;if I keep and feed
+it with the milk I get every day for Mrs. Walters, that will be no
+better than stealing; and if I tell her it is here, she will drown it.
+I wonder if Mrs. Burton would like to have it; but, indeed, I would
+like to keep it myself, I am often so lonesome. But I will get Thomas
+to try and find out who it belongs to, and tell them&mdash;&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+He could not finish the sentence, for he was still hesitating as to
+what was the line of duty. The little creature, however, pleaded its
+own cause. As he took it up and petted it, it nestled up close to his
+cheek, and mewed gently, as if uttering a petition for mercy. William
+could not resist the appeal. Right or wrong he must keep it; so he
+carried it up to his garret, and covered it up in his bed, after which
+he returned to the shop to resume his watch, and think how his kitten
+was to be cared for&mdash;and, far more important, how he was to coax Mrs.
+Walters into a cessation of hostilities against the feline tribe, at
+least so far as to tolerate the little wanderer.
+</p>
+<p>
+His uncle and aunt arrived in due time,&mdash;the lady in high good humour,
+which our hero thought it a pity to disturb by mentioning the presence
+of an unwelcome guest. He would tell her in the morning; but when the
+morning came, she was in such an angry mood that, as he was well
+aware, no benevolence was to be expected from her then. However, the
+kitten must be fed, and to do this he was prepared. He found an old
+bowl, which had been put in the garret with some cracked crockery.
+This he took along when sent on his daily errand for milk for the
+family, and, having a penny or two in his pocket, he told Mrs. Burton
+about his kitten, and asked if she would not sell him some every day.
+Pleased with the conscientiousness which prompted the boy to buy food
+for his favourite rather than take a crumb from his employers without
+their permission, she told him he might keep his pennies, for she
+would give him a little milk every day for his cat. &quot;But, Billy dear,&quot;
+she added, &quot;you had better tell Mrs. Walters all about it. Do
+everything open and above-board. Don't be ashamed or afraid of
+anything but sin. She must find it out at last, and will be more angry
+with you for hiding the matter. Always come straight out with the
+truth; you will find it the right way in the end.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+The old watchman promised to try to find the owner of the kitten, at
+the same time advising our hero either to tell Mrs. Walters the truth,
+or bring the little animal to his house, as his wife, he said, &quot;had
+quite a fancy for four-footed pets.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+William, however, could not at once decide to part with his new
+acquaintance, since he felt certain that in either case parting must
+be the consequence. His indecision, however, was attended with a more
+speedy result than he anticipated, and not less painful than sudden.
+He had kept the kitten a few days, but in those few days he had
+learned to love the little thing dearly. Its graceful gambols amused
+him; and whatever might have been the kind of home from which it had
+strayed, it certainly showed itself as happy in the boy's rude
+garret-room as it could have been anywhere. As every day increased his
+attachment for the playful creature, so every day made the duty of
+telling Mrs. Walters of its presence or giving it to Mrs. Burton the
+harder. He had at length nearly resolved to do the latter, when an
+incident occurred which showed him how necessary it was always to be
+prompt in the discharge of duty.
+</p>
+<p>
+One day Mrs. Walters had occasion to search for something in an old
+chest which stood in William's room; and the poor kitten, never
+dreaming what an enemy was near, crept forth from its hiding-place in
+the bed, and began fearlessly to gambol around one who had no kindly
+sympathies to awaken. As she looked round to see if she could discover
+from whence the intruder came, she espied, in a corner, the old bowl
+still half full of milk, and a few crumbs of bread beside it, and was
+at once assured that William had brought the cat from some place&mdash;thus
+outraging her authority and braving her prejudices.
+</p>
+<p>
+There was but one course for a nature like hers to pursue. She saw no
+beauty in the graceful limbs, neither had she any respect for the
+mysterious principle of life&mdash;that gift which none but the great
+Creator can bestow, and cared not how recklessly she destroyed it.
+Burning with anger against our hero, she snatched up the unconscious
+kitten and descended to the shop, where, finding no one but Taylor and
+the object of her present wrath, she poured out a volley of reproaches
+with a rapidity which excluded all possibility of being answered.
+</p>
+<p>
+Both were too much startled to attempt to speak; indeed there was but
+little time allowed, for, even during the first ebullition of fury,
+she advanced to the open door and flung the unhappy kitten as far as
+she could into the street. This seemed to satisfy her, for she at once
+left the shop, and very soon after was seen going down the street.
+</p>
+<p>
+William, by this sudden movement, was thrown completely off his guard,
+and anger, fierce and violent anger at such an outrage, took
+possession of his soul. Well was it for him that time was not allowed
+him to speak, for he would have uttered words afterwards greatly to be
+regretted. A few moments, however, were sufficient to quell the
+tempest. &quot;Doest thou well to be angry?&quot; were the words that arose
+first to his mind; and with them came also thoughts of One who taught,
+&quot;Resist not evil,&quot; nor render railing for railing. But why should such
+cruelty have been shown to the poor kitten? and the thought that
+perhaps he had done wrong in keeping it without Mrs. Walters'
+permission gave him great pain. If so, he was content to bear any
+outpouring of her wrath without endeavouring to excuse himself; but
+still, he was determined to tell her how he had procured the milk for
+his kitten, lest she should think him a thief.
+</p>
+<p>
+As he sat bending over his work, one tear after another fell upon the
+leather he was hammering, and his evident distress awoke the
+compassion of Jem Taylor, who, as we have already said, was not
+hard-hearted, and was always ready to pity the poor boy, who suffered
+daily under the iron rule of those who cared not for the happiness or
+misery which were in their keeping. We cannot follow the journeyman
+very far through life, but let us hope that the mercy which is
+extended unto all reached unto him, and taught him how evil were his
+ways. The time, however, was not now. The law of God had not been
+impressed on his heart in childhood; he looked upon lying as a venial
+offence, and had never learned that &quot;no one who worketh abomination or
+maketh a lie shall dwell in the city of which God is the glory and the
+light.&quot; Happy was it for our poor hero that the good seed had been
+sown early and prayerfully by his humble but pious parents; but for
+this he must have fallen before the tempter.
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Walters had gone out to purchase leather, and the time was
+favourable for the thoughtless journeyman to pour in the poison so
+well calculated to destroy the soul. &quot;That's a terrible tempered
+woman, Bill,&quot; said he, &quot;and if I was in your place I would run away.
+How she did pitch your poor cat into the street! If it had been mine,
+I tell you, I would teach her better in future: instead of sitting
+there and crying like a great baby, I would plan how I could help
+myself. Why could not you have told her you did not know anything
+about the cat? Cats run about everywhere; and where people are so hard
+as old Walters and his wife, a little lying is no harm. It is very
+silly in you always to tell the truth. The old man, indeed, does not
+ask you for your money now; but when she wants to borrow it, you never
+tell her you have none, although any one can see you do not like to
+give it. Now, quit being such a fool, and take care of number one. I
+can tell you of a variety of ways in which you can cheat her.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+William sat opposite to the tempter, but did not once raise his eyes
+to meet those he felt were resting upon him. He trembled. It was
+almost beyond the power of childish resolution to resist the dark
+power that was ready to impose a bond which would have sealed his
+ruin; but he had learned too much of the true wisdom taught in the
+Bible to surrender willingly to the influence of evil. He felt the
+weakness of his own heart, but knew also from whence only help could
+come. He continued to work in silence at the shoe he was making, but
+at the same time he lifted up his heart in prayer: &quot;Heavenly Father,
+suffer me not to be led into temptation,&quot; was the fervent petition
+which issued from the secret chamber of the inner shrine; and He who
+seeth in secret heard and answered.
+</p>
+<p>
+Jem Taylor, mistaking his silence for assent, went on: &quot;You have it
+harder than any 'prentice boy I ever saw. Not a chap in all New York
+would put up with such victuals as you get; and then to be rated and
+called a thief because you stole a drop of milk for the poor kitten,
+was too outrageous! Such people as these deserve nothing better than
+to have lies told them every hour in the day; and, besides, I would
+help myself to whatever I could find in the cupboard,&mdash;pay yourself,
+boy, for the money the old woman borrows.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;O my dear mother!&quot; thought William, &quot;when you so often told me of the
+temptations I should meet with in the world, I could hardly believe
+it; but now I know what it is to be tempted, and that if left to
+myself I must fall.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+Finding he still did not answer, Jem, nowise discouraged, went on: &quot;A
+day or two since, when the old woman went to market, she forgot the
+key of the cupboard and left it in the lock, and the door swung most
+invitingly open. There was a cut pie and a plate of cakes. I told you
+to go quickly and help yourself, for no one would see you, and I would
+not tell. It was but fair you should take the worth of your money; but
+you were too great a blockhead. You looked at the good things there,
+and came away empty-handed. Strange, you would steal milk for the cat,
+and scruple to take a cake (which, I am sure, you earn hardly enough)
+for yourself.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+William now raised his eyes, and as he looked straight into the face
+of Jem Taylor, the latter could not bear the bright and radiant holy
+expression lent them by the influence of truth, with which his soul
+was filled. It was now his turn to look down and work in silence,
+while the boy was speaking.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Jem,&quot; said he, &quot;I did not steal the milk; I told Mrs. Burton about
+the kitten, and she gave it to me. And when you wanted me to take the
+cakes, you did say that no one would see me, and that you would not
+tell. I steal, Jem! No, I could not steal if I were starving; for
+although assured that no man saw me, where could I go to escape the
+searching eye of God? I saw the closet open, and the way clear, but I
+felt no wish to take what was not my own; I was hungry, and the pie
+tempting, but my conscience, like a strong man, held me back. No, Jem,
+my mother told me that our heavenly Father numbers every hair of our
+heads, and I will never run away, lie, nor steal; and no distress
+shall make me willingly wander from the right path; living or dying, I
+will try to keep all his commandments, and leave all my affairs to Him
+who cannot do wrong.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+Oh, glorious and holy majesty of truth! who can resist its power? and
+now the journeyman, although ashamed to meet the glance of a child
+whose principles were based upon the law of Him who is the Truth,
+recognised its beauty and its force. He was addicted to low and base
+pursuits and pleasures, but the signature impressed originally on the
+heart of man, although half effaced, was not entirely obliterated, and
+he shrank back as from a superior power; for he felt as if a child had
+been commissioned to judge and condemn him.
+</p>
+<p>
+A certain eloquent writer has said, &quot;Every one is a missionary for
+good or evil, whether he designs it or not; he may be a blot,
+radiating a dark influence over the society to which he belongs; or he
+may be a blessing, spreading light and benediction over his own
+circle,&mdash;but a blank no one can be!&quot; And the two we have been
+describing belonged to these classes; one was the leaven that sours or
+corrupts, the other the salt that silently operates; each was
+performing a mission for eternity. Which one, dear young reader, was
+to meet approval or endure judgment in that great day when all shall
+stand before the judgment-seat? How long the better emotion which had
+been created in the heart of Jem Taylor lasted, we cannot tell; he
+began to talk on other matters, and for a long time there was no more
+temptation from that quarter.
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Walters came in soon afterward, and having heard of the affair,
+was ready to renew the strife with our poor hero; but as Thomas
+Burton, making a most opportune visit, bore testimony to the truth of
+our hero's story, no further punishment than the loss of the cat was
+deemed necessary.
+</p>
+<a name="h2HCH0010" id="h2HCH0010"><!-- H2 anchor --></a>
+
+<h2>
+ CHAPTER X.
+</h2>
+<h3>
+ MAKING OTHERS HAPPY.
+</h3>
+<p>
+William had always been a delicate boy, although, while in the
+country, his health was good; but now the confined air of the shop,
+and the odour of the leather, and the stooping posture consequent on
+his trade, began to tell painfully upon him. He wondered what was the
+matter that he did not now ever feel bright and hopeful. He went about
+his work mechanically, was listless and silent. His features assumed a
+cast of anxiety unnatural in a child, and painful to notice. Still, no
+duty was neglected, nor did the Walters notice the change in his
+looks, since all allotted services were duly rendered. The young
+spirit was gradually yielding to the oppressive yoke, although
+patiently borne. But although cast down and perplexed, it was not in
+despair. The light commanded by &quot;God to shine out of darkness&quot; still
+illumined his heart and gave him comfort, and at the source ever open
+to the broken-hearted he could still appeal. Without the support of
+that &quot;arm&quot; which is never &quot;shortened that it cannot save,&quot; he could
+not have borne up under the hardships of his present lot.
+</p>
+<p>
+He was not sent quite so much into the street as at first; for he
+could now make shoes, and his work was valuable to his master. He did
+not often see little Ned Graham, as it was only on Saturday evenings
+that he carried home the week's work; but he always saw Mrs. Bradley
+at her place in the market, and through her sent the pennies he was
+able from time to time to gather.
+</p>
+<p>
+One day Mr. Walters came in from the upper shop with a pair of shoes
+in his hand, which he told our hero to carry to Professor Stewart's,
+No. 200 &mdash;&mdash; street. He obeyed at once, for he was glad to breathe the
+open air; but the walk was not productive of the same pleasure as
+formerly. His mood was sad and his step feeble; although the air was
+only clear and bracing, it sent a chill through his weakened frame,
+turning what had once been his favourite recreation into positive
+pain. The variety met with in the streets had no power to attract his
+attention; the pictures in the windows had lost their charms; the
+flashing waters of the noble bay covered with vessels, from whose
+mast-heads floated the flags of many nations, failed to awaken his
+admiration; it requires lightness of heart to enjoy the beauty spread
+around us.
+</p>
+<p>
+Thus, depressed in body and spirit, he wandered on, mechanically,
+noticing nothing until he had nearly reached No. 200. Some one called
+him. It was little Ned Graham, who, as usual, was getting pieces of
+boards and chips at a new building which was going up. Very thin
+indeed was his clothing, and far from healthy were his looks; but the
+natural buoyancy, which even the hard hand of poverty could not
+entirely crush, remained, and his whole countenance lighted up at the
+sight of his friend William.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;What now, Ned?&quot; said the latter as a ray of cheerfulness shot over
+his sad heart, on seeing the happiness meeting with himself gave to
+the boy; &quot;where are you going so far from home, bare-footed and half
+bare-legged, on such a cold day as this?&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;My feet are a little red,&quot; said Ned, looking down at his red-hued
+supporters; &quot;but I don't mind it much, when I can get such heaps of
+wood for the carrying. There was a fire up our way not long ago, and I
+got ever so much. We have a great pile now, and grandmother can keep
+the fire going. I want to carry all I can before the snow comes, for I
+don't expect to have any shoes. But why have you stayed away so long?
+Mrs. Bradley gave us the pennies you sent, but grandmother said she
+'wanted to see yourself to thank you.'&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;I have done nothing worth thanks, Ned,&quot; said William. &quot;I only wish I
+could.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Grandmother said you had been a good friend to us, although you are
+but a boy, and only a shoemaker's ''prentice,'&quot; rejoined Ned; &quot;for you
+did not only send us the pennies, but Mrs. Bradley too. She has been
+so good to us; and when we thank her, she says we ought rather to
+thank you. She gave me these trousers; and although they are too
+short, I do not care for that, or that the street boys call me 'duck
+legs.'&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;It is our heavenly Father whom you ought to thank, rather than either
+of us,&quot; added William, not noticing the last part of the speech; &quot;but
+here is No. 200; stay; let me see. I do believe it is the very house
+in front of which I dropped the shoes; that is certainly the window
+where the old gentleman stood.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+He rung the bell at the basement door as he spoke. A voice from within
+bade him enter. He did so, and found himself in a neat room, furnished
+with many books. A middle-aged gentleman sat at a table writing, but
+laid down his pen in order to see what the intruder wanted. William
+stated his errand.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Ah, yes; shoes,&quot; said the gentleman; &quot;I do not know anything about
+them; my wife is not at home, but you can come again to-morrow, and
+see what she says. You look tired; there is a shilling for you.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+William took the money, but as he did so blushed deeply, and seemed
+about to return it.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Why, what is the matter, boy?&quot; asked the gentleman; &quot;do not you think
+it enough?&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;O no, sir; indeed not that; indeed it is more than enough; but&mdash;&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;But what?&quot; inquired the gentleman.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;I do not want to take it now, so I will send somebody&mdash;a little
+boy&mdash;for it to-morrow.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+The gentleman, who now began to suspect that all was not right, looked
+very grave, as he repeated the words, &quot;You will send for it to-morrow.
+Boy, tell me what this means. It is certainly very strange behaviour.
+Nay, you cannot go until you tell me.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+William saw it was best to tell the truth, and he did so in as
+straightforward a way as possible; and stating at the close that as he
+believed he should be questioned whether or not he had received money,
+he preferred the gentleman should give it to a boy whom he would send,
+so that he might be able to say with truth he had not received any
+money.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Your motive is a good one,&quot; said the gentleman; &quot;but you must be very
+careful, lest, while you are serving your fellow-creatures, you offend
+God. Truth in all things, my boy; let the truth always be spoken, and
+leave the issue to One who is himself the Truth. No matter under how
+amiable a pretext any one violates the divine law; it is no less a
+violation of that pure and holy law; and although there are many who
+consider that only the falsely spoken word which passes over the lips
+is a lie, there are many other ways of outraging the truth. The acted
+lie, perhaps more common than the spoken, is not less hateful in the
+sight of Him who is of purer eyes than to behold sin without
+abhorrence; and all deception, however skilfully veiled from human
+perception, is falsehood in his sight.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;I am sorry, sir,&quot; said William; &quot;but I did not know how else to do; I
+did not know that would be lying.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;It would be a shifting of the truth, an evasion,&quot; said Mr. Stewart.
+&quot;If you hope to run your earthly career with safety or success, let
+truth be the foundation on which you build it. Falsehood <i>must</i> have
+an end, but truth will triumph. Then why distort, or seek to disguise
+it, since the Scriptures tell us that 'obeying the truth purifies the
+soul?' 'Who shall abide in God's holy hill? who shall dwell in his
+tabernacle? He that walketh uprightly, and worketh righteousness, and
+speaketh the truth in his heart.' Here is your money, to do with as
+you please: you can send the boy, however, to me; if he is as poor as
+you say, he must be looked after.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;He was at the door just now,&quot; said William, as he looked up and down
+the street; &quot;but he must have gone home with his chips, as I do not
+see him.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Very well,&quot; was the answer, &quot;send him to-morrow.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+A person entering now interrupted the conversation, and our hero
+departed on his way. As he turned the corner he found little Ned, who,
+not yet tired of gathering sticks, was adding to the weight of his
+basket by some spoils from a lumber-yard. He delivered the message
+from Professor Stewart, and having given him the shilling just
+received, he bade him buy bread for his grandmother, and once more set
+off at a round pace for home.
+</p>
+<p>
+His steps were, however, not so rapid as to banish thought, and
+although he dreaded the reproach he would meet, when, if questioned,
+he should tell how he had disposed of the money, he never for a moment
+swerved from his determination to tell <i>the whole truth</i>, let the
+consequences be what they might. He was not, however, so much taken up
+with his own affairs that he had no sympathy for others. The figure of
+little Ned Graham, in his thin clothing, thankful for the slight
+warmth afforded by the worn linen trousers which left his meager limbs
+bare more than half way from the knee, came still between him and the
+dark shadows which his own trials cast upon his naturally bright and
+hoping spirit. &quot;I am wrong to be so depressed,&quot; he said to himself;
+&quot;we may see blessings in every lot, if we are willing to do so; and
+poor little Ned is as bright as a lark because he can get wood for the
+carrying, although he was shivering with cold, and his face looked
+pinched as if he were only half fed. Stay; let me see; I wonder if I
+cannot make some sort of shoes for him! There is a pile of old boots
+and shoes in the back shop, which Mr. Walters said were not worth
+mending, and he would have carted away. I will ask him about them, and
+if he has no use for the things, I will make a pair out of the best of
+them.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+There is no better cure for our selfish sorrow than to plan or execute
+something to alleviate the sufferings of others, and now the impulsive
+and naturally energetic spirit of our little shoemaker experienced a
+sudden rebound at the prospect of what he could do, which beguiled him
+back to at least comparative happiness, and lightened for a time his
+bondage of depression.
+</p>
+<p>
+Smile not, dear young reader, that the task was so easily
+accomplished. It costs but little to bestow happiness or comfort on
+another; but small as is the outlay, nothing brings better interest,
+as our poor hero experienced in the sunshine poured in so suddenly on
+his lately clouded spirit.
+</p>
+<p>
+He returned to his home with a lighter heart and more buoyant step
+than had accompanied his going forth; and felt not only resolute, but
+fully armed to bear whatever reproach or violence he might meet, when
+he should be questioned about the money, and declare the truth. His
+fears on this occasion were without foundation. Mr. Walters was
+satisfied with his reasons for having left the shoes, and asked no
+further questions; and Mrs. Walters, not wanting &quot;change,&quot; said
+nothing about borrowing; so William, truly thankful that all had
+passed over so quietly, retired to rest, wearied indeed in body, but
+happier in mind than he had been for many days, dreaming not only of
+the pleasure he should have in making the shoes, but in seeing little
+Ned's black eyes dance for joy in receiving them.
+</p>
+<a name="h2HCH0011" id="h2HCH0011"><!-- H2 anchor --></a>
+
+<h2>
+ CHAPTER XI.
+</h2>
+<h3>
+ A LABOUR OF LOVE.
+</h3>
+<p>
+In the morning, William did not wait for Mrs. Walters' usual shrill
+call of &quot;Bill, get up and make the fire;&quot; for, filled with the project
+of pursuing a labour of love, he was up with the dawn, and having
+performed all his allotted tasks, he had time to turn over the whole
+heap of worn-out shoes, which lay piled up in readiness for the
+scavengers. Was it not a little surprising that one who so cordially
+disliked shoemaking should voluntarily undertake a task so repugnant
+as this! Was it not a proof that he was achieving that moral heroism
+so beautifully lauded in the Scripture? &quot;He that ruleth his spirit is
+better than he that taketh a city,&quot; does not only apply to the
+restraining of the temper; other discipline is included in its
+meaning. Does the &quot;charity which, seeking not her own,&quot; but denying
+self, and sacrificing inclination at the shrine of duty, or in the
+endeavour to bestow comfort upon the needy, require no effort in its
+practice? It does indeed; perhaps stronger than to rule the tongue and
+temper; and although we must admire the moral hero who sets himself
+firm as a rock to bear reproach in silence, there is more calm
+grandeur in steady sacrifice of self when performing a repugnant task
+from a true spirit of benevolence.
+</p>
+<p>
+It was not, indeed, without some effort, or many temptations to turn
+away and leave his project unaccomplished, that William persisted in
+his search. Sad to tell, he could not find what he sought, and he was
+turning away discouraged, when Jem Taylor came in.
+</p>
+<p>
+He inquired what Bill had in hand now; and our little shoemaker having
+told him, he burst into a loud laugh, and declared he could do better
+for him than that. &quot;I have a pair of shoes,&quot; said he, &quot;of which the
+upper leather is pretty good, but the soles are all gone; you may have
+them to cut up for your bare-legged friend. But what are you to do for
+soles?&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;I never once thought of that!&quot; replied William, and his countenance
+expressed how great was his disappointment.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Don't look so down in the mouth, Bill,&quot; said Jem, good-naturedly. &quot;I
+suppose. I need not tell you to slice a piece off from old Walters'
+leather, for you would consider it stealing, which I don't; but your
+cake shall not be all dough, for all that. I'll buy you a piece of
+sole, and bring all together to-morrow.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+William thanked the journeyman again and again, and was more than ever
+grieved that one who knew so well how to be kind should be so resolute
+in his practice of evil, and pursue a path which he had often
+confessed he knew to be a wrong one.
+</p>
+<p>
+There was an unusual press of work, so that for several days he could
+not go for the shoes left at Professor Stewart's. No message
+concerning them having been sent, William was a second time despatched
+to No. 200 &mdash;&mdash; street.
+</p>
+<p>
+Once more he rang the bell at the basement door; the same voice bade
+him enter; and, seated behind a pile of books, with a pair of gold
+spectacles on his nose, was the same gentleman who had given him the
+shilling and the lecture on falsehood. He was writing so busily that
+our hero was obliged to stand for a moment or two unquestioned; but at
+last he looked up, and in seeming amazement at the presence of a
+stranger. &quot;How long have you been here, and what do you want?&quot; was the
+abrupt salutation.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;I brought a pair of shoes here some days ago,&quot; was the reply; &quot;Mr.
+Walters sent me to-day to see if they would suit, as he did not
+receive any message from the lady.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Shoes, shoes,&quot; said the gentleman, musingly; &quot;I have some
+recollection about them; yes, and your face too; you told me about the
+little boy to whom you gave the shilling. Well, the little ragamuffin
+came, and I believe he is not unworthy. But whether he is or not, he
+is very poor; and if we try to serve none but the worthy, I am afraid
+a great many would suffer. He is too young to do much, so I told him
+to come here once every week, and we will give him something.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;The shoes, sir,&quot; asked William; &quot;what answer am I to take about the
+shoes?&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;They were for a lady, I have some indistinct recollection,&quot; rejoined
+the gentleman smiling. &quot;They are lying just where you put them down;
+only see what a memory I have; I have not once thought of them since.
+Pull that bell, if you please; somebody will come and tell you all
+about it.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+Our little shoemaker did as he was desired, and an elderly
+serving-woman almost immediately answered the summons.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Is Mrs. Stewart at home, Katie?&quot; asked the gentleman, dipping his pen
+in the ink in order to resume his writing.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;No, sir; she has gone up to your son's. One of the children is sick,
+and she said it was likely she would have to stay all night,&quot; was the
+reply.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;I think, boy, your best plan will be to go there with the shoes,&quot;
+said the professor; &quot;it is not far: just keep on up this street until
+you find yourself almost to the country; you will there see a house
+built in cottage style, standing back from the street in an enclosure:
+my son, Mr. Stewart, lives there; ask for Mrs. Stewart and tell her of
+the shoes; she will decide whether or not to keep them.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+He turned once more to his writing and William was obliged to depart.
+Although the day was dark and gloomy, he was too glad to have an
+excuse for extending his walk; and caring neither for the cold wind
+that rushed by at intervals, and sent the few leaves that until now
+had clung to the lindens whirling in the air, nor that the short day
+was approaching to its close, he walked on rapidly, and was soon at
+the point of destination.
+</p>
+<p>
+The description of the house had been too accurately given for its
+features to be mistaken; plain but elegant, its exterior bespoke the
+pure taste of its possessors.
+</p>
+<p>
+There were several steps leading up to the entrance door, which,
+retreating into a kind of recess, occupied the middle of the building,
+and opened into a hall with parlours on each side.
+</p>
+<p>
+William ascended the steps and rung the bell. More than one summons
+was necessary, and while he waited for somebody to come he had time to
+look round; and he did gaze into one of the basement rooms, in which
+were several children. It seemed to be used partly for school
+purposes, and partly for play; it was not certainly the regular study
+hours, for there was too much inattention, although a governess was
+present and giving directions. A girl of twelve years old was
+practising a music lesson; and a younger one, seated at a table, was
+writing&mdash;all three of the inmates too much occupied to observe the
+young intruder, who was now so near the window that he could hear part
+of what was said.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;You play too fast, Clara,&quot; said the teacher; &quot;if you do not count
+your time, you will never excel in music.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Agnes, do not sit so crooked at your writing; it is ruinous to your
+health. Be careful to spell every word properly; for those who do not
+learn to spell well while they are young, can never acquire a correct
+knowledge of it.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+Our little shoemaker stood looking through the window with a pleasure
+nearly allied to that which had once enchained him before the
+picture-shops. What was it that so fettered his attention that he did
+not remark the presence of the servant, who had at last answered the
+summons of the door-bell? Was it the quiet and beautiful specimen of
+home instruction he was witnessing? Was it the neat and tasteful
+furnishing of the apartment,&mdash;the handsome but now unoccupied
+writing-desk, which was provided with every thing necessary, from a
+pen-knife down to a pen-wiper? Or did something in the shape of an
+old-fashioned sofa in the corner, on which sat three large dolls,
+claim the observation which was so intense as to amount to absolute
+rudeness? Yes, it was one of the leathern ladies that awakened such an
+extraordinary interest in the boy; for on its feet were the red
+morocco boots, bound and tied with light blue ribbon&mdash;very untasteful
+was the contrast&mdash;which he had made out of gratitude for the kindness
+shown him on the day in which he dropped the shoes in the gutter.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;What are you staring in there for, boy?&quot; said a broad-faced Irish
+girl, giving him a pull. &quot;Sure don't you know it's not civil to do the
+likes of that? tell us what it is ye want, and then take yourself
+off.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+William stated his errand, and the ruddy damsel, satisfied that he
+meant no harm, said she &quot;did not know whether ould Mistress Stewart
+was in the place, but she would go and see.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+Thus left, there was time to renew his observations; and just then the
+door of the basement room opened, and a delicate but bright-looking
+boy of fourteen, with a gun in his hand and a game-bag over his
+shoulder, entered. &quot;O Clara! such a pleasant day Harry Clinton and I
+have had! I have shot a round dozen of birds, and he has more! But
+tell me, is little Frank any better?&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;O yes, a great deal better,&quot; answered Clara, &quot;so that grandmother&mdash;&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+Biddy now interrupted the speech by her presence, and telling our hero
+that she had been &quot;hunting the ould lady up stairs and down stairs, in
+my lady's chamber, and everywhere, without finding her, she went till
+young Mistress Stewart, and she tould her she was not in it, but was
+away an hour ago.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+It was now growing late, and our little shoemaker thought his wisest
+plan was to carry the shoes home for the present; he felt that he had
+already wasted too much time, and that he would most probably find the
+Walters displeased at the delay. He turned most reluctantly away from
+the window, unwilling to depart from a place where such a new and
+strong interest had been created, but there was no help for it; and he
+pursued his way with a feeling of regret, as he contrasted the
+circumstances of those happy children with his own. This mood could
+not continue long; he felt that it was wrong; he would not murmur, but
+submit.
+</p>
+<p>
+With his usual openness he explained to Mr. Walters the cause of his
+delay; for which he received the usual amount of grumbling, with a
+threat for the future he should be made to stick to his last, and
+learn how to use time&mdash;a threat which was at once put into execution,
+for the next day he carried the shoes to Professor Stewart's himself,
+and the affair was ended to his satisfaction. He was, as he had been
+threatened, kept closely to work; but although his work was even more
+joyless than ever, he was not without a gleam of sunshine in his
+heart, lent him by the prospect of being able to prepare happiness for
+others.
+</p>
+<p>
+Time passes on rapidly, but with equal pace, unheeding whether, as a
+&quot;swift-winged and beautiful angel,&quot; he opens flowers on the way for
+some, or, as a &quot;relentless, unsparing destroyer,&quot; he nips the budding
+hopes and scatters the blight of disappointment on others; but still
+bearing the record of each minute to eternity, the gliding hours are
+silently working for all. Their passage had seemingly, as yet, brought
+no change in the circumstances of our little shoemaker; unloved and
+unloving, as at first, the days had rolled away with dull and leaden
+weight, until they approached the second winter since he had left his
+home at M&mdash;&mdash;.
+</p>
+<p>
+The shortened days and lengthening nights brought with them
+anticipations of Christmas festivals; and when the snow began to fall
+the winter pleasures began, and preparations were made for the
+amusements always got up for the holidays. What kind of enjoyment had
+William to expect, further than to stroll through the streets and
+survey the treasures in shop windows, none of which would find their
+way to him? and yet, strange to tell, he too looked forward to the
+coming festival with hopeful anticipation.
+</p>
+<p>
+No preparation was made at Mr. Walters'; for no child of the house or
+young relative of the family gladdened the dull atmosphere of that
+sombre home; but William had been silently at work, getting ready that
+which was to give happiness to others, and the pleasure arising from
+such labour always brings its own reward.
+</p>
+<p>
+As the time of rejoicing drew near, his memory carried him back to his
+once happy home in M&mdash;&mdash;; and as it is natural for childhood to love
+to dwell only on life's brightest spots, so he recalled mostly the
+period before his father's death, when all had to him as yet been
+sunshine. The mysterious preparation&mdash;the Christmas-tree hung with
+glancing lights and fairy gifts so bewitching to children&mdash;the
+trembling joy with which each packet or article was examined,&mdash;all
+this, although the child of poor parents, had been his to enjoy; but
+on this Christmas-day he had nothing to expect.
+</p>
+<p>
+As he was going along the street one day, when sent on an errand, he
+passed by a church which was being adorned with evergreens, as is the
+custom with many of the Episcopalians. The work had been finished, and
+the sexton was sweeping the refuse branches into the street. An idea
+struck him; he would have a Christmas-tree&mdash;a very small one, indeed,
+but then even a green branch of spruce would make things look more
+Christmas-like. He picked one up, and carrying it home, concealed it
+in his attic; for he feared if he showed it to Mrs. Walters, she would
+serve it as she had done his cat.
+</p>
+<p>
+The twenty-fourth of December came, and our hero's heart beat high,
+half with joy, half with apprehension. He had his plan, but there was
+another will than his own to determine its being effected. Jem Taylor
+had gone up the river a few days before, to spend the holidays with
+his mother, and the other journeymen had given up work early on the
+day already mentioned.
+</p>
+<p>
+Jem, however, who really liked our hero, had given him a shilling as a
+Christmas gift; this, with some pennies from his friend the
+market-woman, made him feel rich, and he resolved to spend it in
+Christmas gifts. Yes, Christmas gifts, dear reader; but there are
+different kinds of such. He would not spend his little store in
+bonbons and cakes, which do no good; tea, sugar, and other like
+necessary articles, could be put up in horn-shaped papers, and be hung
+on his branch of evergreen; and then, if he only dared go out on
+Christmas day, how nice it would be to set it up in old Mrs. Graham's
+room!
+</p>
+<p>
+Most children, in giving Christmas presents, expect to receive in
+return. Not so our little shoemaker. But he, too, had his equivalent;
+yes, more&mdash;the approbation of his own heart, which is always the
+reward of a disinterested action. Mrs. Burton, too, gave him a small
+mince-pie, when he went in the morning for the milk; this, too, was
+saved for the great occasion.
+</p>
+<p>
+The afternoon came, and with it two pairs of children's shoes, which
+one of the journeymen had tarried to finish, were brought in.
+William's heart beat almost audibly; they were for his friend, Mrs.
+Bradley. Should he be the errand-boy on this occasion? A petition to
+be permitted to spend Christmas eve from home had been trembling on
+his lips all day, but each time, when about to speak, his resolution
+failed. But now the words. &quot;Bill, run off with these shoes to Mrs.
+Bradley, the market-woman,&quot; filled him with delight, and emboldened
+him to beg for the remainder of the evening. Seeing there was no one
+left to work, Mr. Walters assented, and with great joy of heart the
+little shoemaker prepared to enjoy his long-anticipated festival.
+</p>
+<p>
+He had ornamented his little tree to the best of his ability, by tying
+to the branches bits of coloured leather which he had cut into stars
+and other shapes, with some ends of ribbon picked from the odds and
+ends of binding used in the upper shop. He had also bought a candle or
+two, which he cut in pieces, and fastened them on by bits of wire. The
+other articles, together with some matches, he placed in a little
+basket of his own, and then putting his green branch under his coat,
+thrusting the shoes he had made for little Ned in his pocket, and
+carrying those intended for Mrs. Bradley in his hand, he set forth up
+Broadway, not envying one individual of the splendidly dressed crowd
+that was thronging the great thoroughfare.
+</p>
+<p>
+He found Mrs. Bradley in the kitchen, fully occupied in all the
+mysteries of boiling, baking, and stewing, preliminary to the setting
+down of a country Christmas supper. A large plate of mince-pies,
+flanked by smaller ones filled with cakes of various shapes and sizes,
+stood temptingly conspicuous on the table. Sausages were frying in a
+pan on the store, and a large coffee-pot sent forth its steam, at once
+savoury and inviting. &quot;I am glad you have brought the shoes, Bill,&quot;
+said the good woman, continuing to bustle about; &quot;your master is
+certainly very punctual, and his shoes last as long again as those you
+buy. I suppose you do not have much Christmas doings at your house&mdash;I
+am so busy just now; a whole tribe of country cousins have come down
+the river to spend the holidays, and I am bustling to get the supper
+over. But what have you there under your coat?&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Well, now, Bill,&quot; said she, when William told her, &quot;if you ain't a
+good boy there is no such thing in the world. Open your basket, and I
+will give you something for the old woman and your young ones too.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+A sausage or two, a pie, some tarts, and sundry other good things,
+were speedily transferred to William's basket, and with such unsparing
+hand, that it was filled to overflowing&mdash;in that respect resembling
+the heart of our little shoemaker, which was now filled with delight.
+He forgot that he was suffering from bodily ailment, that the past had
+been dark and comfortless, that on the morrow no new cheering was to
+be expected, but his sole enjoyment would be the remembrance of the
+transient gleam of sunshine now falling on his gloomy path. He tried
+to speak his thanks, but she would not listen. &quot;It is nothing,&quot; she
+said; &quot;we have to work hard, but still we have plenty, and why should
+we not give to others who have so little, and are not able to earn?
+Now do go along about your business, Bill, and let me take up the
+supper, for the chicken is stewing to rags;&quot; and, quite as happy
+herself as she had made the orphan boy, she proceeded to finish her
+culinary work.
+</p>
+<p>
+A few minutes' walk brought William to the room occupied by old Mrs.
+Graham. It was a poor place, in a basement half under ground. Cold and
+damp, it was altogether unsuitable for an invalid; but she said she
+liked it, for the other dwellers in the house, mostly washer-women,
+were decently-behaved people, and as kind to her as their means would
+allow them to be. Suffering so much from rheumatism that she was
+confined to her bed, she was, however, not idle, but propped up and
+busy knitting, when William entered.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Ah, ah! William Raymond, is that you?&quot; said she; &quot;come in and tell us
+why you have stayed away so long.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+This was soon explained, and the treasures exhibited. The miniature
+Christmas tree was lighted up, and made to stand, by some process of
+childish ingenuity, on the table; the shoes which William had made out
+of Jem Taylor's &quot;upper leather&quot; were displayed, and, on being tried
+on, were found to fit; and, last of all, the treasures of the basket
+were spread forth. It was long since such a meal had been eaten in
+that lowly room, or since its inmates had been so cheerful; and, dear
+reader, what was the cost of the whole? Happiness can be bestowed at
+small expense, and there are none so poor that they cannot give it.
+True charity, which some call &quot;the first-born of religion,&quot; makes
+others' wants their own, and&mdash;
+</p>
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p class="i10">&quot;Amid life's quests</p>
+<p class="i2">There seems that worthiest one, to do men good.&quot;</p>
+</div></div>
+<p>
+The old grandmother looked with great interest on the sports of the
+children, and joined in the praises Ned bestowed on his <i>semi</i>-new
+shoes. It seemed surprising to the latter that his friend Bill could
+accomplish a task so wonderful as to make a pair of shoes; and while
+he danced round the room in perfect delight, he begged his grandmother
+to put him at once to a shoemaker, so that he, too, might do men's
+work.
+</p>
+<p>
+William stood by the bedside of the aged invalid, and watched her
+faded lips as they moved in grateful prayer. His whole soul, filled
+with the secret pleasure of a generous act, was yet more moved by the
+blessings invoked on him by one so old, and, there was no doubt, truly
+sincere. It seemed as if nothing could increase his present happiness.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Where did you get all these nice things?&quot; asked the old woman; &quot;this
+is an unexpected feast for me.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+William, taking no more credit than truth demanded, explained how he
+had proceeded,&mdash;some, the smallest portion, was purchased, the other
+was from the kindness of others.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Say rather the kindness of Providence,&quot; replied the old woman. &quot;The
+One who provides for the sparrow put it into their hearts, so let us
+thank him first of all; and for you, my good boy, may the blessing of
+God, which alone maketh rich and addeth no sorrow, rest upon you for
+ever.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+There is a world of meaning in that simple petition; and if the prayer
+of the righteous will from the lowliest hovel climb to heaven's height
+and bring a blessing down, he was certain to receive in answer a
+greater and more precious treasure than the gold of Ophir.
+</p>
+<p>
+Greatly did our little shoemaker enjoy his childish liberty on this
+evening, which passed away too rapidly for him. All enjoyment must
+have an end, and although by no means wearied of it, he was at once
+ready to go home when Mrs. Graham reminded him of the hour. He ran off
+at full speed, trusting to be at home before the usual time for
+shutting up the house, and had proceeded more than half way, when the
+city clocks striking ten changed his late happy mood to one of
+apprehension. Mr. Walters, he knew, would not wait a moment, even on
+Christmas eve, for anybody, and he trembled at the thought of what the
+morning might bring.
+</p>
+<p>
+His fears were not groundless, for he found the front door locked, and
+he feared to be obliged to pass the night in the open air. Great was
+his embarrassment; what was he to do? who would aid him? He thought of
+his friend Thomas Burton, the watchman; he might have a key which
+would open the dead latch, but he was already on his round, which,
+although in the same district, was at a distant point.
+</p>
+<p>
+The moon was shining brightly, making objects appear almost as
+distinct as by daylight The crowd had gradually fallen away, until the
+streets were almost empty; and as he sat in lonely self-communion on
+the door-step, the increasing cold warned him that he could not remain
+there until morning. Exercise was better than inaction; he thought he
+would walk up the street, and meet, perhaps, Thomas, or else some
+other guardian of the night, who would advise him what to do. But the
+watchmen seemed all to have left this part of the city, for none
+appeared. As he was still turning over plan after plan for effecting
+an entrance, it occurred to him that from a shed in the rear of the
+building, which could be gained from a narrow street or alley running
+parallel with it, he could enter by an unshuttered window, provided
+the sash was not fastened down. He resolved upon trying, and turning
+into one of the public streets, which would bring him sooner to the
+place desired than that by which he had come, he walked swiftly
+onward. He had not gone far before some object glancing brightly in
+the moonlight attracted his observation.
+</p>
+<p>
+He took it up, and found it to be a small steel-clasped purse; and
+from some indications about it, he concluded it had been dropped by a
+child. The next movement was to open it. Two little gold dollars first
+glittered before his eyes, then some small silver coin, and last of
+all a five-dollar gold piece carefully wrapped in paper.
+</p>
+<p>
+His first feeling was rapture: if what he had done for the Grahams had
+brought so much happiness, both to them and himself, would it not be
+increased ten-fold now when owner of such wealth? But then the thought
+occurred, &quot;It is not mine; somebody must have lost it; somebody maybe
+that was poor; yes, I will give it back again; to-morrow I will ask
+Thomas Burton to inquire in the neighbourhood and find out the owner.&quot;
+This seemed the only proper course, and putting the purse in his
+pocket, he went on the way proposed to himself, and succeeded in
+gaining entrance to his room without disturbing the family.
+Notwithstanding the severe exertions and excitement of the day, he
+found himself unable to sleep; racking pains shot through his limbs,
+and feverish oppression prevented rest until near morning, when he
+fell into the unrefreshing stupor, rather than sleep, produced by
+exhaustion.
+</p>
+<p>
+From this he was aroused by the usual call to get up and make the
+fire. He obeyed, although his aching head and prostrated strength
+scarcely permitted a movement. Serious sickness, long threatening, had
+at length seized him; and having with the utmost effort dragged
+himself down to the kitchen, he was barely able to kindle the fire,
+before he fell fainting on the floor, where Mrs. Walters found him.
+</p>
+<p>
+Virago and shrew as she was, she could not look at him as he lay there
+so death-like, without a feeling of compassion. She had him carried to
+his room in the attic, where she attended him with perhaps as much
+sympathy as was compatible with her rude nature. For many days he lay
+in a dreaming kind of stupor; yet the images which forced themselves
+on his mind, although vague and fitful, were by no means painful;
+sickness had overtaken him in the midst of right doing, and the
+impression left by the high and holy duty in which he had last been
+engaged remained, to shed an influence stronger than the pressure
+caused by bodily pain. &quot;Fear not, I am with thee; be not dismayed, for
+I am thy God. I will strengthen thee; I will help and uphold thee,&quot;
+were words which floated continually in his mind, although seemingly
+insensible to all outward objects.
+</p>
+<p>
+For many days little hope of recovery was given by the physician,
+called in at the pressing instance of Thomas Burton, who declared he
+would pay the expense himself; and Mr. Walters, dreading the
+consequences to his own reputation should the boy die without medical
+aid, had consented. Skilful treatment, youth, and a good constitution,
+effected a change which, with good nursing, would have rapidly
+restored him to health; the latter, however, was entirely wanting,
+Mrs. Walters believing that if she kept from scolding, and brought him
+warm drinks, she laid &quot;Bill&quot; under life-long obligation to her for
+good nursing.
+</p>
+<p>
+On the day before New-Year's he was altogether better; he could think
+of previous occurrences, and spoke with Thomas Burton of many things,
+but not until the evening of that day, when Jem Taylor got up to see
+him, had he thought of the purse, which was still in the pocket of his
+vest.
+</p>
+<p>
+The presence of Jem, as if associated with money, somehow recalled the
+recollection of his finding the treasure; and he could not, weak and
+unable to consider consequences as he was, refrain from telling him
+all about it, and begged him to inquire in the neighbourhood who had
+lost it.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;You are green as ever, Bill,&quot; said Jem, who, nevertheless, was full
+of his own kind of sympathy for our hero; &quot;you might as well look for
+a needle in a hay-stack as for the owner of a purse in New York. The
+only way is to advertise it, and make whoever answers describe it. But
+if I were in your place I would keep it. Finders are keepers; but if
+you don't like to spend it all yourself or change it, just give it to
+me. The one who has lost it may be rich, and by this time has
+forgotten it. You are now recovering from sickness, and will want
+oranges and such things; I can get all that you ought to have, and
+nobody be any the wiser.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+Poor William, weak and sick; the tempter was again there&mdash;a messenger
+of Satan ready to overthrow the faith which until now had sustained
+him. &quot;Finding is not stealing,&quot; was the specious whisper; &quot;and many
+keep what they find.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+For a moment only he swerved. He spoke no word; and while Jem watched
+his pale countenance, as it changed with the varied emotions which
+were struggling in his heart, he could scarcely understand the
+feelings which swayed his own. The conflict was severe, but short, as
+it always is where strict integrity has been the ruling principle, and
+truth the bulwark. The flush faded from the brow; leaving it deadly
+pale, as he firmly said,&mdash;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;No, Jem, no; I will not do it. Let me die, but I will not sin against
+God.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+Exhausted by the effort he had made, he burst into a violent fit of
+weeping, alarming Jem greatly, who feared for the results. But tears
+were soothing to the sick boy; for tears are said to make the depth of
+grief seem less, and prove a balm to the soul. None are wholly evil,
+and some touch of nature now smote the heart of the reckless
+journeyman for a moment, as he once more recognised the holy majesty
+of virtue exhibited in a child. But how many thoughts can flash upon
+the soul in an instant! In that short space a picture of his own life
+was placed before his mental vision; and as he contrasted his own
+course with that of the sufferer before him, he felt, for the moment,
+willing to change places with him. He waited until the strong burst of
+feeling had passed over, and his intended victim once more lay still
+and death-like before him. He dared venture no further, and his eyes
+were something moist, and his voice assumed a softer tone, as he rose
+to take leave for the night.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Billy,&quot; said he, &quot;you are a good boy; I wish I was half as good, but
+I know I need not try. But I still am of the mind that if I had found
+that money I would have a right to spend it; but I won't say any more,
+for I see you are very weak. Can I do anything for you before I go?&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;You can,&quot; replied William; &quot;ask Thomas&mdash;no, he is not at home&mdash;tell
+Mrs. Burton to send him in the morning.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;I believe the old man is your spiritual adviser,&quot; returned Jem; &quot;but
+I will do as you wish, and come again in the morning; so good-night.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+Left to himself, the sick boy almost immediately fell asleep, or
+rather into the heavy stupor produced by exhaustion, and which does
+not shut out the sense of painful realities which surround. Feverish
+startings and tossings proved that the soul was not sharing the body's
+rest, and dreams, which are said to be of real events the forms and
+shadows, disturbed him with dark and monstrous images, the fitful
+phases of which, as they changed, grew yet more fearful and torturing.
+His mother, pale and anxious as she looked before her death,&mdash;purses,
+money, prisons, and judgment-halls,&mdash;all came up in disjointed medley
+together. Beads of sweat standing upon his brow showed how great was
+the suffering, which still increased until, with a start, he awoke.
+</p>
+<p>
+Oh, what a relief it was to find all only a dream! The piece of candle
+left by Mrs. Walters had long since burned out; but the room was not
+dark, for the bright moon poured in her soft rays, and through the
+little window he saw the stars, looking calm, as though they were the
+eyes of angels keeping watch over the slumbering earth. He knew not
+the hour, but, dreading to fall asleep again, endeavoured to keep
+himself awake by recalling those events which his sickness had made
+him partially forget. The purse, the temptation to keep the money, the
+resolution to do right, and the dread of being obliged to yield to Jem
+Taylor's persuasions, were the agitating subjects that occupied him.
+</p>
+<p>
+The city clock chimed twelve, the watchman called out the last hour of
+the year 1830, and the interruption was grateful and salutary. With
+that mysterious quickness of which mind only is capable, he was
+dwelling on some long-closed pages of the past, painfully but
+profitably associated with the close of the old year and beginning of
+the new. Their pleasant cottage at M&mdash;&mdash;; the sad event which, on the
+last New-Year spent there, had impressed his soul too vividly ever to
+be forgotten; all that his mother had told him of that pious father,
+of whom he would have remembered but little, but that his lifeless
+image was so strongly associated with New-Year's day; her impressive
+admonition on the last anniversary of his death, before her own, when
+she had entreated him to depart not from the God of his father, but to
+walk so as to be able to claim the promise vouchsafed to the children
+of the righteous,&mdash;now came up before him, and the memory brought both
+comfort and strength, admonishing, too, where help, in such weakness
+as he felt his to be, was only surely to be found.
+</p>
+<p>
+Our little shoemaker well knew where to apply for such strength as he
+needed. He knew that the Saviour said, &quot;Whatsoever ye shall ask the
+Father in my name, he will give it to you; ask, and ye shall receive,
+that your joy may be full;&quot; and he prayed that he might be able to
+resist the power of the tempter; and, in the assurance that the prayer
+would be heard, his soul grew calm, and he at length sunk into a quiet
+slumber, from which he did not awake until the morning was somewhat
+advanced.
+</p>
+<p>
+It was with a feeling of terror that he beheld Jem Taylor standing by
+his bed. The temptation to retain the spoils of the purse for his own
+use was again urged; but, spiritually resolute, this time William did
+not waver. He was not only altogether determinate in declining to use
+the money for himself, or share it with Jem, in order to secure his
+silence, but refused to show him the purse, although he offered to
+advertise it. Finding him strong in his purpose, Jem left him; and as
+Thomas Burton came in in the course of the day, he gave the purse to
+him, to do as he thought best with it. Having done this, his heart
+felt much lightened.
+</p>
+<a name="h2HCH0012" id="h2HCH0012"><!-- H2 anchor --></a>
+
+<h2>
+ CHAPTER XII.
+</h2>
+<h3>
+ RAYS OF HOPE.
+</h3>
+<p>
+From this time our poor hero began to recover; and, although hope is
+said to be the best physician in the world, and he had nothing now to
+hope for, it was surprising how rapidly he improved. The return from a
+sick-bed to the active duties of life, the change from the close and
+darkened chamber to the pure air of heaven and the glorious sunlight,
+has a wonderful effect in restoring health. He was soon able to make
+his appearance in the shop; and, to aid his entire recovery, he was
+permitted to be much at Thomas Burton's, where he was really happy. It
+was not long before he was able to go to church and to Sabbath school.
+Greater than ever seemed the privileges; none are truly valued until
+deprived of them. His heart was full of joyful praise on the day when
+he first was able to serve the Lord by worshipping in his holy temple.
+More contented than he had been since leaving his home at M&mdash;&mdash;, he
+found himself at times almost happy. And why, dear reader, was it so?
+His outward circumstances were the same; the sun, which shines in
+equal brightness upon the just and unjust, had received no additional
+lustre since he had wandered, sad and desponding, unheeding its glory
+and uncheered by its beams. But now what made the difference? The
+sunshine within, the sure possession of a heart at peace with God,
+which warms and cheers with its own light, even when the creature's
+way is rugged and dark. That made the poor boy's spirit so peaceful.
+</p>
+<p>
+And, now the poor child, whose path had indeed been through the deep
+waters, was soon to be lifted up above the lowly and distasteful
+station, so repugnant at first to his feelings and taste, with which
+it had been his trial to struggle, and his triumph to conquer; and
+&quot;according to the days in which he had been afflicted was he now to be
+made glad.&quot; Comparative prosperity was soon to be enjoyed; but would
+he endure the trial of its deceitful ray as well as he had that of the
+obscuring cloud? We shall see.
+</p>
+<p>
+Months passed away with little change. Mrs. Walters resumed her
+scolding and commanding, while Mr. Walters grumbled and found fault to
+his heart's content. But Jem Taylor, kinder than ever to our hero, no
+longer assailed him with temptation to do wrong, for he felt that
+&quot;Bill's&quot; integrity was not to be moved.
+</p>
+<p>
+Thomas Burton had found, from a newspaper, the owner of the purse, who
+was a boy and the son of a distinguished artist living in the suburbs.
+As he described the low-storeyed house, with its wealth of natural
+beauty without and tasteful embellishment within, William's heart beat
+loudly; surely that boy was one of the happy children whom he had seen
+on the day he peeped into the school-room; and a feeling of
+disappointment stole over him that he had not been able to deliver the
+purse himself. This, however, soon subsided, when Thomas told him that
+the family were all from home, and that he had left it with an old
+gentleman, who was the only person he saw.
+</p>
+<p>
+The gloomy days of winter had long passed by, and spring, with its
+green grass and many-hued blossoms, had cheered the country with its
+beauty; but now its task was ended, and the glowing summer was at
+hand. The weary dwellers of the pent-up city were leaving in search of
+pure air and variety; the dust-covered marble steps in front of many a
+shut-up house proclaimed it deserted for the season, and business,
+much to Mr. Walters' dissatisfaction, was very dull. Shoes, however,
+had to be worn, and as he still continued to furnish the needed
+article, he was often called upon, although not quite so frequently as
+in the winter.
+</p>
+<p>
+One day he came in with a pair of prunella boots in his hand, which he
+told Bill to carry to the house of Mr. Stewart, a painter who lived in
+the outskirts of the city. &quot;They are for Mrs. Stewart, to whom you
+took a pair of shoes last autumn,&quot; said he. &quot;Go straight to Number 200
+&mdash;&mdash;Street, and then keep on to the end of the street. The family, it
+seems, have gone there for fresh air, as if they could not breathe
+that of the city as well as others.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+Never had he received a more welcome commission. He even felt as if he
+could have embraced his stern master for such an indulgence. The day
+was so fine, he had longed to get out into the sunshine, and now the
+prospect of a long walk to the beautiful cottage of Mr. Stewart filled
+him with the liveliest joy.
+</p>
+<p>
+He was quite busy putting strings into a pair of boots for a lady, but
+joy lent him speed, and in a few moments his task was finished, and,
+stringing up the shoes and putting on his cap, he was soon on the road
+to &mdash;&mdash; Street.
+</p>
+<p>
+His steps were light, and so was his heart. He wondered if he should
+again be able to look into the school-room and see those happy
+children; and so great was his haste to be at the end of his journey,
+that the gay pictures in the shop-windows had not power to tempt him
+to linger a moment. He passed Number 200, where all was closed, and
+keeping on to the end of the street, soon came in sight of the
+cottage, which looked far more lovely now, robed in the rich garniture
+of summer, than when he last had seen it. The branches of the climbing
+plants, then bare and leafless from the breath of frost, were now
+hiding the walls with a more beautiful tapestry than that woven by the
+hand of man; twining their flexile vines together, they mounted even
+to the roof, or, covered with many-hued flowers, hung loosely down in
+long reaches, giving out sweet odours as they waved in the summer
+breeze. It was a fitting abode for one who was a lover of the
+beautiful, as all painters are supposed to be.
+</p>
+<p>
+He opened the gate, walked up the gravelled path, and ascended the
+high steps. He did not, however, at once ring the bell; he thought he
+would first take a look at the school-room. The windows were closed,
+as if the room were unoccupied, and a feeling of disappointment crept
+over his heart, which was again exchanged for a more hopeful mood,
+when, continuing to survey the other parts of the building, he found
+the door of a room on the opposite side open, and filled with objects
+more attractive to his eye than even those he had seen in the
+school-room.
+</p>
+<p>
+It was evidently a painter's studio, for it was fitted up with
+everything requisite for the study of the glorious art. The walls were
+hung with pictures, several busts and statues were ranged round on
+brackets, detached models of portions of the human frame cast in
+plaster were on the table; but the easel, standing near the door with
+a picture more than half finished, interested him more than all the
+rest. Several tubes of colour lay on a chair, and a prepared
+pallet-board, with some brushes beside it, seeming to have been just
+now in use, gave reason to conjecture that the occupant of the room
+was not far off.
+</p>
+<p>
+William, forgetting that he had not rung the bell, wondered why no one
+came to the door, and half attracted by the view of a painter's room,
+and half urged by the wish to find some one to whom he could deliver
+his message, he cleared the steps at a bound, and stood before the
+open door. He looked within; no one was there; and as he stood he
+could plainly see the picture, which was a Scripture subject. Was it
+wrong that he ventured, the shoemaker's boy with a painter's heart,
+step by step quite within the precincts of that chamber? So lost in
+pleasant observation was he, so perfectly guileless, he never once
+thought that, however innocent, his motive for intruding might be
+mistaken. He stood rapt and immovable before the picture, forgetful of
+everything but his present enjoyment, so that he did not hear the
+opening of a door behind him, nor that a footstep was approaching.
+</p>
+<p>
+It was Mr. Stewart himself, who, having left his studio but a few
+minutes before, was now returning to his work; and as his eyes fell
+upon this unexpected guest, he at first was disposed to believe him
+some young vagabond who had come in to pilfer. But the statue-like
+attitude of the boy, the fixed look with which he surveyed the
+picture, and the gaiter boots which dangled by their connecting string
+from his arm, his whole appearance making him a fit subject for study,
+soon banished suspicion, and with all the sympathies of a most
+benevolent nature aroused, he stood silent for a moment, for he
+hesitated to disturb so visible an enjoyment.
+</p>
+<p>
+But as there was no knowing how long the survey might last, he at
+length advanced, and touching our little shoemaker on the shoulder,
+said, in a playful tone, &quot;Why, boy, you must love pictures as well as
+does a painter; have you not been dreaming long enough? Tell me, now,
+what brought you here?&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+Fully aroused, William turned to answer and apologize; but when he
+looked into the face of the gentleman before him the words died on his
+lips. Mr. Stewart himself was not without astonishment, as, when
+William pulled off his cap, he recognised the features of the orphan
+boy in whose grief he had long ago sympathized so deeply, and he once
+more spoke.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;I believe we have seen each other before,&quot; said he; &quot;are you not the
+boy I met in the grave-yard at M&mdash;&mdash;?&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Yes, sir,&quot; answered William; &quot;and I have got the little picture which
+you coloured for me still.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;You are, then, really the same boy?&quot; said Mr. Stewart; &quot;but tell me,
+how did you get here? and what are you doing in this room?&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Oh, sir,&quot; he replied, as he blushed deeply, &quot;please forgive me; my
+master sent me with the shoes, and when I saw the door open and the
+picture, I could not help it. Indeed I did not mean any harm.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;I believe you,&quot; rejoined Mr. Stewart; &quot;and now tell me how you got to
+New York, and what you are doing.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+Our little shoemaker did so with his usual openness and candour; and,
+accustomed never to swerve from, the straightforward and direct line
+of truth, the stamp of that virtue was so apparent in all he said,
+that the kindly sympathies of Mr. Stewart were once more awakened in
+his behalf. He was, however, too prudent to excite any hope which he
+might afterward be obliged to crush; so telling our hero where to go
+in order to deliver his errand, he took up his pallet and began to
+paint.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Stop one minute,&quot; he called, as William was leaving the room. &quot;Have
+you any friends in the city? and where do you live?&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+William replied that he had no real friends but old Thomas Burton the
+watchman, and his wife. Mrs. Bradley, the market-woman, had been very
+kind to him too, but it was the old watchman who took him to church,
+and when he was troubled about the purse, had taken it to the right
+owner. The sounds of swift footsteps were now heard, and a
+bright-looking boy of fourteen came bustling in at the door. &quot;Father,&quot;
+he said, &quot;grandfather wants me to take a drive with him; can I go?&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Stay a moment first, George,&quot; answered Mr. Stewart. &quot;I believe you
+lost your purse on Christmas eve, at least I heard you lamenting
+something of the kind. You recovered it, and you said you wished to
+reward the finder; did you ever do so?&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;No, father,&quot; replied George, &quot;I did not. An old watchman who brought
+it told grandfather that a shoemaker's boy had found it, but was then
+so ill that it was most likely he would never recover, and so&mdash;&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;And so, George, you never inquired whether he lived or died,&quot; said
+Mr. Stewart. &quot;That is the true spirit of the world, to care only for
+self. George, I believe this is the boy who found it; thank him, at
+least, if you do not reward him.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;I do not want any reward for giving to another that which was his
+own,&quot; said the little shoemaker; &quot;but if Master George chooses, he can
+give something to little Ned Graham, who needs it very much.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;And who is little Ned Graham?&quot; inquired Mr. Stewart, smiling.
+</p>
+<p>
+Our hero explained in as few words as possible; at the close of which
+narration Mr. Stewart, making no remark, turned once more to his
+easel, and George conducted the little shoemaker to the room where he
+was to leave the shoes. The old lady was pleased, and William, having
+received the money for them, ran swiftly homeward, never once dreaming
+of the good that was in store for him.
+</p>
+<a name="h2HCH0013" id="h2HCH0013"><!-- H2 anchor --></a>
+
+<h2>
+ CHAPTER XIII.
+</h2>
+<h3>
+ THE DAWN OF BETTER DAYS.
+</h3>
+<p>
+Mr. Stewart, kind and benevolent as he was, never suffered himself to
+be carried away by any impulse, however generous it might be. On the
+day which we have named as the second time of meeting with our hero,
+when he resumed his pallet-board and began to work on his picture, he
+did so with an attention which seemed to rest only on the creation
+before him, as if he were forgetful of all lower subjects, or that
+there was such a being as a shoemaker's boy in the world.
+</p>
+<p>
+But the beautiful images that rose from under his hand did not shut
+out the figure of the orphan boy as he had twice seen him,&mdash;once
+beside the grave of his parents, and again in his study. He was not so
+absorbed by the love of his art that there was no room in his mind for
+the reception of those higher subjects which relate to man's ultimate
+destiny. He felt that every one is sent into the world for a great
+purpose,&mdash;that no man must live wholly for himself, but, partaking of
+the spirit of the Saviour, labour for the good of others. The counsel
+given long before to the shoemaker's boy, when he met him in the
+church-yard at M&mdash;&mdash;, has already proved that he was one who had
+admitted the truth into his heart, and the root it had taken there had
+only been deepened by the passage of time. And now, as he sat bringing
+form after form into beauty from the lifeless canvas, his mind was no
+less busy than his hand. How could he serve the interests of true
+religion by interesting himself in the fortunes of the orphan boy? And
+little Ned Graham,&mdash;he, too, was a desolate child. Would William
+always remain firm in his integrity, when, growing to manhood and left
+unrestrained, he should have full liberty to do as he pleased? He had
+acknowledged how easy it was to become used to sin; that, but for the
+influence exerted by the pious old watchman, he might at this time
+have been far advanced in the road to ruin. Thomas Burton was old;
+many things might occur to separate William from that Christian
+companionship, and then, could he continue pure in such an atmosphere
+as he should be exposed to? And little Ned, was he not rapidly
+learning the manners and habits of a street boy? Such were his
+thoughts; and with that charity which is expansive in its exercise,
+and never faileth in the heart in which it hath taken root, but always
+delights in doing good, he resolved to be the helper of these two
+orphan boys. But, with the prudence which ought ever to characterize
+every Christian effort, he began his task with caution, lest the
+endeavour to do good might only be productive of harm.
+</p>
+<p>
+Little Ned and his good old grandmother were at once cared for; a
+commodious dwelling was provided, a physician called in, and the
+suffering invalid restored to comfortable health. Mrs. Stewart gave
+her suitable employment; and honest Mrs. Bradley, now that she was
+within a more convenient distance, did also a Christian's part,
+ministering to her constantly in some good deed. Ned was no longer
+suffered to run in the streets gathering chips, or asking pennies from
+strangers, but placed at school, where, we are happy to say, he made
+such progress as to give great satisfaction to his generous guardian.
+</p>
+<p>
+It was not quite so easy for the Stewarts to dispose of William; and
+many were the consultations between Professor Stewart and his son as
+to how he could best be served. Believing that Mr. Walters was a most
+unsuitable person to have the rule of a boy like William, and pitying
+the ignorance in which he was being brought up, he yet hesitated
+whether it was his duty to interfere, as he had been given into
+Walters' care by his mother. He feared, too, that in exciting wishes
+toward other pursuits, he might create a new disgust toward the humble
+but respectable trade, the &quot;gentle craft,&quot; as shoemaking has been
+termed, and which has furnished so many remarkable men; for our
+readers are not ignorant that many distinguished as patriots, men of
+letters, and useful members of society, have come from the shoemaker's
+bench.
+</p>
+<p>
+While William, therefore, continued more contentedly than ever to
+hammer the soles of the new shoes and patch up the old, Mr. Stewart
+was taking silent but effective measures for bettering his condition.
+He first went to the old watchman, from whom he heard much in behalf
+of our hero, and which served to strengthen him in his benevolent
+project. He found out from the old man, too, that Mr. Walters might be
+induced to give up the boy; the physician who had attended him in his
+severe sickness had declared the stooping posture and confinement of
+the shop very injurious to him,&mdash;that his constitution was by no means
+strong, and that he would never be of robust health. Thomas, delighted
+that our hero had found a friend like Mr. Stewart, spoke fully on the
+merits of his character, and the discomforts of his situation, and the
+great danger he was in from evil companionship. This last feature of
+the case had more weight with Mr. Stewart than all the rest. He knew
+that perseverance under untoward difficulties often accomplished great
+things in bringing out strong points of character; that no position in
+life, however humble, is an actual bar to intellectual and moral
+improvement; and that where there is a <i>will</i>, there is always a
+<i>way</i>. And he knew, too, that the &quot;eye of the Lord is upon them that
+fear him, that his ears are open to their cry, and that he is able to
+succour them, being tempted;&quot; and, therefore, he pondered the matter
+well in his own heart, and consulted often with his father on the
+expediency of removing William from the guardianship of Mr. Walters.
+</p>
+<p>
+A conversation with that worthy at last decided the matter. &quot;Bill will
+never make much of a shoemaker,&quot; said he; &quot;the doctor is of opinion
+that stooping will bring on consumption, and I see he gets very pale
+if he works steadily. He'll never be of much use to me, now that he is
+getting too old to be an errand boy; and as just at this time I have a
+chance of getting a stouter boy for a ''prentice,' you can make what
+you please of him, if you pay me something for his time.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+The bargain was soon concluded; and William, who, kept in happy
+ignorance of what was going forward, had suffered no anxiety, was
+amazed beyond the power of language to describe when he was told that
+he must give up shoemaking for the present, and be the protégé of Mr.
+Stewart, and take time to recruit his health.
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Stewart said not a word about his becoming a painter; he knew too
+well how often taste is mistaken for genius, and how many fail of
+reaching the high standard proposed by themselves at first setting
+out. Nor, much interested as he was, that interest increasing every
+day, in our hero, did he at once take him into his own family, as, if
+we were writing a romance, we might imagine him to have done; no, he
+resolved to try and test his capacities for some time before he would
+decide for what post to fit him.
+</p>
+<p>
+He boarded him with old Mrs. Graham, and sent him to school, where the
+orphan boy soon became a favourite, maintaining the same pious
+humility which marked the little shoemaker. Great was the satisfaction
+of Mr. Stewart as he looked in on the little circle which clustered
+round old Mrs. Graham's now cheerful hearth. How much is promised to
+him who giveth only a cup of cold water in the spirit of Him who went
+about doing good! And the benevolent painter felt the reward of his
+good deed fall, like the dew from heaven, refreshingly on his own
+spirit. True, his protégés were very lowly; but God is no respecter of
+persons, and in radiating this light around the humble dwelling from
+which sincere petitions for blessings upon him were daily invoked, Mr.
+Stewart proved himself possessed of the true spirit of Christ.
+</p>
+<p>
+As time rolled on, he became more satisfied that he had done a good
+work in removing William from Mr. Walters. He was often invited to
+join the family circle; and as he remained not only unspoiled, but
+showed that the intercourse was profitable for the growth of his true
+character, a closer intimacy at last took place between the little
+shoemaker and George Stewart, which merged into a friendship that
+lasted through life. George possessed much of his father's talent, but
+weak health prevented his making any great advance in the art, and his
+early death was the first cloud which overshadowed the brightness of
+the family circle.
+</p>
+<p>
+While the prospects of our little shoemaker were thus improved, he was
+by no means so dazzled by his comparative prosperity as to forget his
+old friends. Thomas Burton and his good old wife were visited as
+regularly and loved as well as ever; and, too happy and full of
+gratitude to Heaven for the changed circumstances so kindly
+vouchsafed, he sometimes went to see his old master; and, far from
+hating the lowly trade as he had once done, he would on such occasions
+occupy his old bench and sew a shoe. Jem Taylor was truly glad at
+witnessing his improved appearance, and, finding that prosperity,
+instead of puffing up his vanity, had only made him more humble, began
+really to believe that virtue is its own reward. May we not hope,
+since none are beyond the reach of mercy, and since, although the
+crimes of the sinner may be as scarlet, we are told that, washed in
+the blood of the atoning sacrifice, they can all be cleansed away,
+that the influence shed by William's resolution to suffer wrong rather
+than sin, brought him at last to recognise the beauty of holiness, and
+induced him to seek for pardon where it may be found?
+</p>
+<p>
+But William's old friends in M&mdash;&mdash;, were they forgotten? No; he had
+written constantly to George Herman, telling of his troubles, and now
+he wrote to assure him how happy he was. Would our readers like to
+know the contents of his letter. We can give them an extract from it.
+Here it is:&mdash;
+</p>
+<div class="quote">
+<p>
+ Dear George,
+</p>
+<p>
+ I know you will be glad to hear how happy I am, and I know
+ you will wonder when I tell you of all that has happened. You
+ know I told you of a gentleman whom I met in the grave-yard
+ the day before I left M&mdash;&mdash;, and who coloured the little
+ picture I had drawn. Well, he is a great painter, and as my
+ health was bad, he persuaded Mr. Walters to give me up to
+ him, for a while at least, or until I get strong. He gives me
+ drawing lessons with his own son, who is a very good boy, and
+ very kind to me; but he does not encourage my giving up my
+ trade altogether, for he says that many shoemakers have
+ become great men, and that it is the trade which, of all
+ others, has produced most remarkable men. He told us about
+ Crispin, who lived long ago, and about Holcroft, and Gifford,
+ and Sherman, and John Pounds&mdash;the last named being only a
+ cobbler, and yet he spent most of his life in teaching the
+ poor. He says that I must draw every day, and by the time the
+ hot weather is over, he will be able to tell whether or not I
+ have any real talent, and whether it will be worth while to
+ continue my drawing lessons. Ah, George, if he says I will
+ make a painter, then I shall give up shoemaking; but if the
+ contrary, I will &quot;<i>stick to my last</i>,&quot; and continue a
+ shoemaker contentedly so the end of my life, because I shall
+ believe it my proper place. I go to school now, and for the
+ present board with old Mrs. Graham, and feel more like being
+ at home than I have done since I left M&mdash;&mdash;. I would like so
+ to see you and your good father; and as soon as I have money
+ enough of my own, I will go to M&mdash;&mdash; and see you all.
+ Good-bye, dear George, and do not forget your friend,
+</p>
+<p style="text-align: right;">
+ William
+</p></div>
+<a name="h2HCH0014" id="h2HCH0014"><!-- H2 anchor --></a>
+
+<h2>
+ CHAPTER XIV.
+</h2>
+<h3>
+ WILLIAM'S SUCCESS.
+</h3>
+<p>
+About ten years after the date of William Raymond's letter to George
+Herman, a young man with a knapsack on his back and a stout staff in
+his hand, was seen approaching the village of M&mdash;&mdash;, on that side on
+which lay the church-yard we have already described as the
+resting-place of the little shoemaker's parents. The young man was
+robust, and seemingly a mechanic, for his hands were rough, as though
+accustomed to labour, and his face gave plain evidence of acquaintance
+with the summer sun. He could not have been altogether a stranger to
+the place, for after he passed the few houses in the suburbs of the
+village, he turned towards the church-yard, the gate of which stood
+open, and entered the &quot;silent city&quot; where the dead were reposing.
+</p>
+<p>
+The day was bright and clear, and, being the early part of June, the
+trees and flowers were in their freshest and fairest bloom; but they
+attracted no particular attention from the stranger. The grave-yard
+lay upon a hill which overlooked the town, and the traveller, passing
+by one flower-adorned grave after another, walked hastily on until he
+reached the highest point, from whence he looked down earnestly, as if
+his eyes sought to single out some particular object among the
+wilderness of roofs. At first his countenance was sad, but at last the
+melancholy look changed to an expression of cheerful surprise, for his
+eye had found what it was seeking among those once familiar objects.
+He knew the old house, for memory keeps the record of early days most
+faithfully, although its appearance was much changed. The old black
+roof of oak shingles was now replaced by a new one of slate; and
+instead of the dull yellow colour which had for many years
+distinguished it, it was now painted and modernized, to harmonize with
+the rest. He did not linger long to conjecture the cause of the
+change, but with hasty steps prepared to ascertain in person the
+reason. As he retraced the path trodden only a moment before, he
+bestowed rather more attention on the surrounding objects; and as his
+eye glanced over the graves once so familiar to it, he saw that change
+had been busy there too.
+</p>
+<p>
+The slate roof had not less surprised him than what he now saw: the
+spot where two lowly graves, adorned only by flowers, had appeared for
+years without any monumental record, was now adorned with all that can
+be rendered by the living to the dead. A very high and handsome iron
+railing, on which climbing plants were trained, enclosed the little
+mounds, and a simple white marble pillar bore the names of George and
+Margaret Raymond. The flowers planted before William had left M&mdash;&mdash;
+had long ago vanished, and the spot, left to neglect, was overgrown
+with weeds; but now some kind hand had rescued it from wildness and
+planted it anew with rare flowers, which were beginning now to bloom
+in place of those dead. The sexton's wife with her watering-pot now
+came near. Many graves adorned in a similar way required the care of
+some one, and she received a regular salary for her attention to the
+flowers. The young man waited until she came quite close to where he
+stood, and then inquired, &quot;Who has had these graves so carefully done
+up?&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Who do you think would do so but the son of the good couple that are
+buried here?&quot; answered the sexton's wife. &quot;Little Bill Raymond, that
+went to New York to be a shoemaker, came back last spring and had this
+all done. Folks say he is well to do in the world, and better than
+all, he is as good a man as his father was.&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+A deep blush passing over the young man's face rendered its sun-burned
+hue yet deeper, but his eyes lightened with a joyful expression as he
+inquired with some anxiety, &quot;Is he still in M&mdash;&mdash;?&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;Yes, indeed,&quot; replied the woman; &quot;he is staying with our old baker,
+Nicholas Herman; there, that is the house with the slate roof. Old
+Nicholas was very kind to his mother in her sickness and poverty, and
+when she died he took the poor child home. He used always to say if he
+lived to be a man he would remember him for it; and he has done so.
+There was a dreadful fire in the village last year, and old Nicholas
+Herman's house was nearly burned down. The roof was clear gone, but
+that was little in comparison to the damage done inside. Besides this,
+the old man had met with many losses; his son was away nobody knew
+where, and the baker lost heart, so that he could not get up spirit
+enough to set things to rights; and when he did he could not sell his
+bread as he used to, for other bakers had set up, and people always
+like to run to new places. Will Raymond, it seems, is a painter; and
+when he came here last summer, and found the old man in such trouble,
+he set to and painted him such a sign that there ain't the like of it
+far nor near. Why, the people stand in front of the house to admire
+it; and folks sometimes say that signs are of no use, but I know the
+sign brought the customers back. About two weeks ago the young painter
+returned, for old Nicholas expects his son George, who went west four
+or five years ago, and he and Bill Raymond were great friends, and he
+came on purpose to meet him. George knew nothing of his father's
+troubles, and old Nicholas said he could not do him any good, and it
+was of no use to make him unhappy. But won't he be happy when he comes
+home and finds all right?&quot;
+</p>
+<p>
+The sun-burned youth had listened attentively, not interrupting the
+speaker by word or motion; but tears, in spite of his efforts to
+restrain them, forced themselves from his eyes. Not daring to trust
+his voice, he shook hands with his kind informant, and leaving the
+place of graves, once more took the path leading toward the open gate
+at the foot of the hill. He had nearly reached it when, turning from
+the dusty street road, a young man entered the enclosure, and advanced
+up the narrow path until he came quite close to the traveller. They
+knew each other at once.
+</p>
+<p>
+&quot;William!&quot;&mdash;&quot;George!&quot; issued at one moment from the lips of each; and
+with an embrace of sincere affection, the friendship of their boyish
+days was renewed, and now, in their budding manhood, to be more
+closely cemented.
+</p>
+<p>
+William was indeed an artist. Mr. Stewart had found him possessed of
+genuine talent, and it was the delight of his generous heart to aid in
+the unfolding of his genius by every means within his power. Through
+his instruction, as well as recommendation, William had received
+better prices for his early efforts than are usually paid to young
+artists; but the first sum of any importance that he could call his
+own was applied to ornament the graves where his parents lay.
+</p>
+<p>
+George Herman's return was a source of great comfort to his father,
+although he could not assist him in his business. He had chosen the
+carpenter's trade as a means of livelihood, and from at first working
+diligently with his own hands, he rose at length to the rank of an
+architect, and became a wealthy man.
+</p>
+<p>
+One year after this William went to Italy with George Stewart, whose
+health required change of climate. There, in that beautiful country,
+so rich in treasures of art, he had full opportunity for improvement;
+and, indeed, he used his time to great purpose. It was, however, some
+drawback to his happiness that his young friend did not materially
+benefit by his sojourn in that land of genial sunshine. He rallied at
+first; but at the end of two years they were obliged to return, and
+George only reached his native land to breathe his last.
+</p>
+<p>
+William's attention to his sick friend, and the ample testimony borne
+by that dying friend to his merits, rivetted the chain of affection,
+ever borne him by Mr. Stewart, more closely; and most truly did that
+good man often declare, that the &quot;bread&quot; he had &quot;cast upon the waters&quot;
+had been gathered, &quot;after many days,&quot; most abundantly.
+</p>
+<p>
+Dear reader, would you wish to know what has become of the &quot;Little
+Shoemaker?&quot; Ours is, substantially, a true story; and now that we have
+brought him to blooming manhood, and the attainment of his early
+wishes, we will follow him through his successful career. He is still
+living, and industrious, careful, and pious. He has never relaxed that
+watchfulness enjoined by the blessed Saviour, and alike so necessary
+to the consistent walk of a professor of religion and the perfection
+of the Christian character. Finding it harder to endure the glare of
+great prosperity than to dwell within the shadow of the cloud of
+poverty and sore affliction, he has ever cherished the same talisman
+which brought him through the deep waters. Girded with the armour of
+truth, praying with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, and
+watching thereunto with all perseverance, he has preserved a
+consistent course, maintaining his integrity in all things, and
+extending a helping hand to all who need his aid. His motto is still,
+&quot;Watch that you may pray, and pray that you may be safe;&quot; and
+practising upon this teaching, he feels that dependence upon God alone
+is mighty to conquer.
+</p>
+<p>
+And now, dear reader, has not his history fully proved, and his
+experience shown, that they that trust in the Lord &quot;shall not be
+ashamed in the evil time;&quot; for &quot;the salvation of the righteous is of
+the Lord; he is their strength in the time of trouble?&quot; He who raised
+the shepherd boy to the throne of Israel, and fed his faithful servant
+Elijah by the brook Cherith, will never leave nor forsake those who
+trust in him, and serve him truly. He is the hearer of prayer, and
+will feed and care for all that call upon him aright. &quot;The young lions
+do lack, and suffer hunger; but they that seek the Lord shall not want
+any good thing.&quot; &quot;Watch and pray,&quot; is the injunction of our blessed
+Lord to all who would be his followers. To each one he has given his
+proper work; and those who would be approved as true believers must
+honour the Lord in whatever duty they are called to perform; and this
+can only be done through assisting grace, which is found sufficient
+for all. Wait, then, dear young reader, upon God; commit all thy ways
+to him, and thou shalt delight in the abundance of peace.
+</p>
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2"> &quot;In patience ever wait and weep, </p>
+<p class="i5"> Though mercy long delay; </p>
+<p class="i3"> Firm hold upon His footstool keep, </p>
+<p class="i5"> And <i>trust</i> him, though he slay. </p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<p class="i3"> In these thy words, Thy will be done; </p>
+<p class="i5"> So strengthen'd by his might, </p>
+<p class="i3"> Thou, by his Spirit, through his Son, </p>
+<p class="i5"> Shalt pray, and pray aright.&quot; </p>
+</div></div>
+
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