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THE TWO NEWSBOYS. 
A gentleman, writing from one of our large cities, 
says: 
While passing along a street one evening iny atten¬ 
tion was arrested by a little newsboy, who said to his 
companion: 
“Say, Charlie, how much money have 
you made to-day ?” 
“Twenty-five cents.” 
“Jolly, is that sol Don’t tell your 
mother how much you made; 
keep part of it yourself.” 
The little fellow straight¬ 
ened up, and with great 
earnestness exclaimed: 
“Do you think I would 
tell my mother a lie? ” 
Turning to the little fellow 
with an approving smile, I 
said, “ That is right, my boy, 
always tell the truth.” 
Noble little fellow! If he 
abides by that principle of 
truth, he may rise from his 
humble position to one of 
usefulness and honor. 
Honest boys make honest 
men, and honest men make 
happy homes, good citizens, 
fair dealers, true Christians, 
and just legislators ; while 
dishonesty fills the land with 
suffering and wickedness, and 
peoples jails and prisons. 
hundred and sixty-five during the course of a year. 
And suppose you live forty years only after you com¬ 
mence that course of medicine, you have made 
14,600 persons happy—at all events for a time.” 
The Little Hamburg Girl.— Mrs. Mary Clemmer, 
nee Ames, says that Carl Schurz has always been his 
wife’s hero. “When a little girl in Hamburg she 
worshipped the pictured image of the man whom she 
had never seen. After leaving school she visited 
Miss Slippery. —A cer¬ 
tain lady, not unknown in 
Boston, was lately trying to 
navigate the icy sidewalks 
of Chicago. Suddenly she 
“missed stays,” in nautical 
parlance, and came down to 
a level very suddenly, hat 
flying in one direction, and 
muff in another. While she 
sat there, waiting for some 
one to come along and help 
her to do justice to the occa¬ 
sion, a ragged “gutter-snipe” 
picked up and presented her 
traps with the laconic re¬ 
mark, “Here, Miss Slip¬ 
pery, here’s yer duds!” 
Happy Every Day.— 
Sidney Smith cut the fol¬ 
lowing from a newspaper 
and preserved it for himself: 
“ When you rise in the morn- 
ning, form the resolution to 
make the day a happy one to 
a fellow-creature. It is easily done; a left-off garment 
to the man who needs it; a kind word to the sorrowful; 
an encouraging expression to the striving—trifles in 
themselves as light as air—will do at least for the 
twenty-four hours. And if you are young, depend upon 
it, it will tell when you are old; and if you are old, 
rest assured it will send you gently and happily down 
the stream of time to eternity. By the most simple 
arithmetical sum, look at the result. If you send one 
person only happily through the day, that is three 
did’nt admire me at all—not then.’ He must have 
managed to do so soon after, however, for they were 
married within a year, before he was twenty-one or 
she seventeen. They came to this country to begin 
their united fortune. 'You will hand me the bricks,’ 
he said, ‘and I will build.’ If he has often ‘builded 
better than he knew,’ has it not been because of the 
sympathetic intelligence, the loving heart, the gentle, 
unfaltering hands which have never for an instant 
failed him in his life-service ? ” 
Eate of Modest Men. —The world 
generally takes men at their own appar¬ 
ent estimate of .themselves. Hence, 
modest men never attain the same con¬ 
sideration which bustling, 
forward men do. It has not 
time or patience to inquire 
rigidly, and it is partly im¬ 
posed upon and carried away 
by the man who vigorously 
claims its regards. The 
world, also, never has two 
leading ideas about any man. 
There is always a remark- 
able unity in its conceptions 
of the characters of indi¬ 
viduals. If an historical 
person has been cruel in a 
single degree, he is set down 
as cruel and nothing else, 
although he may have had 
many good qualities, all not 
equally conspicuous. If a 
literary man is industrious 
in a remarkable degree, the 
world speaks of him as only 
industrious, though he may 
be also very ingenious.— 
Chambers’ Journal. 
Teaching Pussy. 
London, and a friend said, ‘You must come to my 
house this evening and see the wonderful Carl Schurz.’ 
The maiden came, and in a remote corner worshipped 
from afar the young lion of the occasion. The friend 
said to Carl, ‘There is a little Hamburg girl here 
who adores you as a far-off hero. You must know 
her.’ ‘He was introduced,’ said the sweet voice, ‘and 
what do you think he said of me? When my friend 
asked, ■'‘What do you think of her?’ why all he 
thought was, ‘ She seems a good, healthy girl.’ He 
No Songs Heard There. 
—A recent traveller says: 
“What always impresses 
more than anything else in 
Egypt and Palestine has 
been the entire absence of 
cheerful and exhilarating 
music, especially from the 
children. You never heal 
them singing in the huts. 
I never heard a song that 
deserves the name in the 
streets or houses of Jerusa¬ 
lem. One heavy burden of 
voiceless sadness rests upon 
the forsaken land. The 
daughters of music have 
been brought low. The 
mirth of the tablet ceaseth, 
the noise of them that re¬ 
joice endeth; the joy of the 
harp ceaseth!” 
The ideal characters 
which are embodied in the literature of the world are 
ideals of self-denial and self-sacrifice. It is so in 
history, in fiction, in poetry, and in art. Let the 
novelist or the poet depict self-culture, and we are 
not quickened by the creation ; but let them introduce 
us to the character apt to self-surrender, and our 
gratitude is awakened, and we are filled with pure 
desires. It is no wonder, therefore, that in the artful 
romance the words of self-sacrifice far transcend the 
words of self-culture. 
