been accustomed to ride in his own carriage, and be waited upon by servants, now roasted oysters and went of errands for common seamen.  He was in this forlorn situation, when accident introduced him to Friend Hopper’s notice.  He immediately furnished him with a suit of warm clothes; for the weather was cold, and his garments thin.  He employed him to post up his account-books, and finding that he did it in a very perfect manner, he induced several of his friends to employ him in a similar way.

A brighter day was dawning for the unfortunate man, and perhaps he might have attained to comfortable independence, if his health had not failed.  But he had taken severe colds by thin clothing and exposure to inclement weather.  A rapid consumption came on, and he was soon entirely unable to work.  Under these circumstances, the best Friend Hopper could do for him was to secure peculiar privileges at the alms-house, and surround him with, all the little comforts that help to alleviate illness.  He visited him very often, until the day of his death, and his sympathy and kind attentions were always received with heartfelt gratitude.

THE MUSICAL BOY.

One day when Friend Hopper visited the prison, he found a dark-eyed lad with a very bright expressive countenance His right side was palsied, so that the arm hung down useless.  Attracted by his intelligent face, he entered into conversation with him, and found that he had been palsied from infancy.  He had been sent forth friendless into the world from an alms-house in Maryland.  In Philadelphia, he had been committed to prison as a vagrant, because he drew crowds about him in the street by his wonderful talent of imitating a hand-organ, merely by whistling tunes through his fingers.  Friend Hopper, who had imbibed the Quaker idea that music was a useless and frivolous pursuit, said to the boy, “Didst thou not know it was wrong to spend thy time in that idle manner?”

With ready frankness the young prisoner replied, “No, I did not; and I should like to hear how you can prove it to be wrong.  God has given you sound limbs.  Half of my body is paralyzed, and it is impossible for me to work as others do.  It has pleased God to give me a talent for music.  I do no harm with it.  It gives pleasure to myself and others, and enables me to gain a few coppers to buy my bread.  I should like to have you show me wherein it is wrong.”

Without attempting to do so, Friend Hopper suggested that perhaps he had been committed to prison on account of producing noise and confusion in the streets.

“I make no riot,” rejoined the youth.  “I try to please people by my tunes; and if the crowd around me begin to be noisy, I quietly walk off.”

Struck with the good sense and sincerity of these answers, Friend Hopper said to the jailor, “Thou mayest set this lad at liberty.  I will be responsible for it.”