Show kept alive in the philadelphia almshouse alms bouse there was a gaunt blind scotchman the most wretched of all that wretched company the other paupers haupers bad friends who came ou on visitors day and gave them clothes or tobacco or pennies to jingle in their pockets nobody ever came to joe ills clothes were threadbare his bis pipe was empty he sat aloof friendless yet his comrades treated him with respect they called him master joe and regarded him with a certain awe the superintendent noticed this with amusement and said one day why do they treat you as a superior joe 1 I am not like them the old a pauper said drawing himself up 1 I hae bae the bauld 0 the braces in my veins I 1 dauna let them forget it nothing ennobles a mans actions says saya the spanish proverb like a drop of noble blood the highest and purest nobility Is only attained by the man who has bus tho the secret mysterious faith that lie Is 0 of kin to the maker of the world just J u st as he keeps that faith alive he will be truer in heart and life than ills his fellows A young man has been taught who Is his almighty father ile he finds s it difficult to remember it there Is so much to occupy his thoughts books companions pan ions and presently money to earn marriage a place to win some day bo be will be called to linot another ber world and to other conditions of existence will lie go as the prodigal or the loving son to meet his father aalph percy struck down on the battlefield tle field was found dying under the trampling horses borses feet tell my mother lie he said that it Is all over but that I 1 always kept alive the bird in my bosom I 1 sir walter scott who had bid drunk deep of the worlds best pleasures beckoned to lockhart when lying dying 1 I have but a minute to tell you he said there la Is but one thing that counts be good be a good man PC be virtuous be religious be a good man my dear it Is all that will give you happiness when you come to lie here do we NN a in our struggling lives mcmein her simply to be good do we keep alive the bird in our bosom with its strange song of another life anil and of our kinship hii with h the king hinz of faesi klar sill |