“Yes—­yes—­yes,—­” thus he talked with himself as he took his way to the store,—­“Aunt Mary and Mrs. Howitt are right.  Love hath a readier will.  I ought to have learned this lesson earlier.  Ah! how much that is deformed in this self-willed boy, might now be growing in beauty.”

HELPING THE POOR.

“I’M on a begging expedition,” said Mr. Jonas, as he came bustling into the counting-room of a fellow merchant named Prescott.  “And, as you are a benevolent man, I hope to get at least five dollars here in aid of a family in extremely indigent circumstances.  My wife heard of them yesterday; and the little that was learned, has strongly excited our sympathies.  So I am out on a mission for supplies.  I want to raise enough to buy them a ton of coal, a barrel of flour, a bag of potatoes, and a small lot of groceries.”

“Do you know anything of the family for which you propose this charity?” inquired Mr. Prescott, with a slight coldness of manner.

“I only know that they are in want and that it is the first duty of humanity to relieve them,” said Mr. Jonas, quite warmly.

“I will not question your inference,” said Mr. Prescott.  “To relieve the wants of our suffering fellow creatures is an unquestionable duty.  But there is another important consideration connected with poverty and its demands upon us.”

“What is that pray?” inquired Mr. Jonas, who felt considerably fretted by so unexpected a damper to his benevolent enthusiasm.

“How it shall be done,” answered Mr. Prescott, calmly.

“If a man is hungry, give him bread; if he is naked, clothe him,” said Mr. Jonas.  “There is no room for doubt or question here.  This family I learn, are suffering for all the necessaries of life, and I can clearly see the duty to supply their wants.”

“Of how many does the family consist?” asked Mr. Prescott.

“There is a man and his wife and three or four children.”

“Is the man sober and industrious?”

“I don’t know anything about him.  I’ve had no time to make inquiries.  I only know that hunger and cold are in his dwelling, or, at least were in his dwelling yesterday.”

“Then you have already furnished relief?”

“Temporary relief.  I shouldn’t have slept last night, after what I heard, without just sending them a bushel of coal, and a basket of provisions.”

“For which I honor your kindness of heart, Mr. Jonas.  So far you acted right.  But, I am by no means so well assured of the wisdom and humanity of your present action in the case.  The true way to help the poor, is to put it into their power to help themselves.  The mere bestowal of alms is, in most cases an injury; either encouraging idleness and vice, or weakening self-respect and virtuous self-dependence.  There is innate strength in every one; let us seek to develop this strength in the prostrate, rather than hold them up by a temporary application of our own powers, to fall again, inevitably, when the sustaining hand is removed.  This, depend upon it, is not true benevolence.  Every one has ability to serve the common good, and society renders back sustenance for bodily life as the reward of this service.”