﻿240 PICTORIAL MISCELLANY. 



But yesterday, dear grandpapa, 



I saw a painful sight ; 

 It drew the money from my purse. 



And left it empty, quite. 



A ragged boy led by the hand 



A little sister sweet, 

 Who crept along the frozen sand, 



With half uncovered feet. 



My hand sought out the silver prize, 

 That in my pocket lay 



When in my ear I heard a voice, 

 That softly seemed to say, 



" Think of the skates, the shining skates ! 



Think of the glorious ice ! 

 If you relieve the suffering child, 



Pleasure must pay the price." 



" Pleasure a GREATER price must pay," 



Another voice replied, 

 " If suffered thus to close the hand, 



That pity opens wide." 



Out came the money, grandpapa ; 



How could I then refuse ? 

 And to the smiling boy I said, 



" Buy ' sis ' a pair of shoes." 



You should have seen the little girl, 

 Her laughing eyes of blue, 



As, showering kisses from her hand, 

 She sang " New shoe ! new shoe ! " 



* God bless the gift," said grandpapa, 



" And add to mercy's store 

 He lendeth to the Lord, my son, 

 Who giveth to the poor." 



