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Show LABOR LOST. - A good man, conspicuous for his helpful interest in the young, occupied the pulpit of the Unitarian Church in Northampton, on a recent Sunday. His heart was gladdened by the sight of an array of bright looking boys on some front seats. The speaker talked at those boys with genuine enthusiasm, his ardor arising at the seeming quick response which his earnest words met in the brightened eyes and attentive attitude of the chosen objects of his personal application of most wholesome truth. The preacher was a little puzzled for the moment to note the unseemly levity of some of the congregation, but his burning zeal was not quenched, and he drove the truth clean home with sledge-hammer blows. Going out of the sanctuary, the visiting brother, still glowing with the pleasant warmth of successful effort, asked the pastor who those bright looking boys were on certain seats. "Those," said the minister, gently, "are the pupils of our deaf and dumb institute." |
