The Beggar Boy And The Flowers.


"Go away, you beggar boy! You've no

right to be looking at our flowers!" shouted

a little fellow from the garden where he

was standing.

The poor boy's face reddened with anger

at the rude language, and he was about to

answer defiantly, when a little girl sprang

out from an arbor near, and looking at

both, said to her brother:

"How could you speak so, Herbert?

I'm sure his looking at the flowers won't

hurt us."

And then, to soothe the wounded feelings

of the stranger, she said:

"Little boy, I'll pick you some flowers if

you will wait a moment;" and she immediately

gathered a pretty nosegay, and

handed it through the railing. His face

brightened with surprise and pleasure, as he

earnestly thanked her.

Twelve years after this, the girl had

grown to be a woman. One bright afternoon,

she was walking with her husband

in the garden, when she noticed a young

man in a workman's dress, leaning against

the railing, and looking attentively at her

and at the flowers. Approaching him she

said:

"Are you fond of flowers, sir? It will

give me great pleasure to gather you some."

"The young workman looked into her

fair face, and then said:

"Twelve years ago, I stood here a ragged

beggar boy, and you showed me the same

kindness. The bright flowers and your

pleasant words made a new boy of me; ah!

they made a man of me, too. Your face,

madam, has been a light to me in many

dark hours of my life; and now, thank

God, though that boy is still a humble, 

hardworking man, he is an honest 

and a grateful one."

Tears stood in the eyes of the lady as,

turning to her husband, she said:

"God put it in my young heart to do that

little kindness, and see what a great reward

it has brought!" 





Young Pilgrim.



Do but the half of what you can, and you

will be surprised at the result of your effort.