Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Half Title
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 Mr. Wilson's death
 How Harry tried to get work
 The poor little boy who was...
 Selling newspapers
 A disappointment
 The trials of the poor
 The new shoes
 The wicked plot
 The temptation
 The final trial
 Back Cover

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Publication Date: 1851
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Half Title
        Page 3
        Page 4
    Title Page
        Page 5
        Page 6
    Table of Contents
        Page 7
        Page 8
    Mr. Wilson's death
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
    How Harry tried to get work
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
    The poor little boy who was honest
        Page 24
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
    Selling newspapers
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
    A disappointment
        Page 39
        Page 40
        Page 41
        Page 42
        Page 43
        Page 44
        Page 45
        Page 46
    The trials of the poor
        Page 47
        Page 48
        Page 49
        Page 50
        Page 51
        Page 52
        Page 53
    The new shoes
        Page 54
        Page 55
        Page 56
        Page 57
        Page 58
    The wicked plot
        Page 59
        Page 60
        Page 61
        Page 62
        Page 63
        Page 64
        Page 65
    The temptation
        Page 66
        Page 67
        Page 68
        Page 69
        Page 70
        Page 71
        Page 72
        Page 73
        Page 74
    The final trial
        Page 75
        Page 76
        Page 77
        Page 78
        Page 79
        Page 80
        Page 81
        Page 82
        Page 83
        Page 84
        Page 85
        Page 86
        Page 87
    Back Cover
        Page 88
        Page 89
        Page 90
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No. 146 CatHeSTn STBrT.
N1W Youx, No. 147 Nawu rS t.....Boe@oN, No. 9 CrmRL
LomovaLL, No. 103 lburwt Sr eet.

S Entered aoXrding to act of aongreM, In the year 1851,by the
in the Olerk' Offoe of the District Court of the Eatern District of

4W- No book are published by the Asm AN SNA.TY4eOoos UNmoN
without the Msatlon of the Committee of Publication, conasting of
fourteb members, from the following denomintions o Chritians vi
Baptt, Methodist, Congregationali t, Episopal, Presbyterian, ad Be-
formed Dutc. Not more than there of the *mabers ea be et the
same denomination, and no book can be pAbliabed to which any mem-
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CHAP. I.-Ms. WLsoN's DATn ............................ 7
II.-How HARBY TRIED TO GET WORK........... 11
IV.-SE8LIzNG NEWSBPAPER ............ ............. 28
V.-A DIsAPPOINTMENT.............................. 87
VI.-THm Twia s or mT PooR................... 45
VII.-THB NEw SHOES......... ... .... ... 64
VII.-THa WIOKBD PLOT .......................... 59
IX.-TH TEMPTAd TON........................... 66
X.-THB FINA TiA ........................ 76



I Am going to tell you, children, about
little boy, who worked very hard to s-.
port his poor mother. His name w
Harry Wilson. His parents wete 'poaE
and lived in one room of a house in",
outer part of the city; but they diiadfl
they could to maintain themselves
nestly, and to train up Henry, who was
their only child, so that he would become
a good man.
Mr. Wilson went to his work very early
in the morning, and did not return until
late at night; and 'Harry's mother also
laboured all day, so that she might an
enough to send her little boy to school.
At night, they were both very tired, but



they never went to rest before they had
called Harry to them, and talked with
him about what had happened through the
day, and offered up a prayer that he
might become a good and happy man.
This caused him to love his parents very
much; and, although he was quite young,
he often thought that, when he became
a man, he would try to repay them for
their kindness to him. He tried to please
them, and to assist his mother as much as
he could in little affairs about the house;
and, when he was in the street, or at school,
everyone took notice that he was kind and
gentle, and said that he would one day be a
useful as well as happy man.
But, when Harry was eleven years
old, his father died. He had worked so
hard, that his health failed, and all that
was done for him could not restore it.
It was a sad thing for poor Mrs. Wilqn;
for now she had no one to support her, and
she knew that her little boy, for whom ihe
had worked so long, would have to leave


school, and, perhaps, be separated fn
her. Harry had never seen a dead
person before, nor did he know much
about death; but, when he saw his father
lying in the coffin, so still and without
breathing, and heard the strange people
who .were in the house say that his body
must be buried in the ground, he felt that
he would never see his father again.
Mr. Wilson was carried away and put in
the ground: then the strangers went
away, and Harry was alone in the little
room with his mother.
Harry had never felt so lonely as he
did that night. His mother placed his
supper before him on their small table;
but he was sick at heart, and could not
est. He tried hard to keep from crying;
yet, when he looked up in his mother's
face, and saw tears standing in her eyes,
he began to sob and call for his father.
Mrs. Wilson took him on her knee and
tried to comfort him; but he hid his face
in her bosom and said,


Oh, mother, how cold poor father
must be, in that place under the ground!
Why did we not die and go with him ?"
His mother could not speak to him; so
he sobbed a long while, but at last fell
asleep. Mrs. Wilson laid him in bed,
and, kneeling down by its side, she prayed
to the great God in heaven that He
would watch over her child, and be a
father to him and to herself. I must tell
my readers that Mrs. Wilson's health was
very bad. She was often sick, and,
while her husband was alive, had some-
times lain in bed for many days at a time.
Whenever she could get sewing to do, she
laboured very hard; and yet she earned
very little money. When Mr. Wilson
was sick, she had hoped that he might
get better soon; but now, when she was
left weak and poor, she feared that her
little boy would have to be placed among
strangers, and that she would be turned
out of her room and be forced to seek a
home in a wide and unfeeling world.


W 1E 5weX. 1.

WHEN Harry awoke in the morning,
he eaw his mother hittingg by the: table,
resting her head on on band. He did
not speak to her, not meke any, noise;
so that -his mother did notknow he was
awake. Harry perceived that she had
been crying; for her eyes were red and
her lips pale and trembling. By and by,
he heard her speak some words very low.
She was praying; and-she asked that she
might be oble to support him, so that he
need not be taken away from her.
Harry was frightened when he heard
these words; for he thought that his
mother meant that she too was going to
die. He shut his eyes, and began to
think over some words of a prayer which
his father had taught him.


All at once a new thought came into
his mind.
"Why," he said to himself, "why
could not I work and earn something for
poor mother?"
Now, perhaps, some persons will be
ready to ask, What could a little boy,
only eleven years old, do?" But remem-
ber that every child, who has a father
to support him, does not know how
much he might do if he were in Harry's
Besides, this little boy, as I have told
you, had often helped his mother about
the house, carried his father's dinner to
him, and done other little jobs. So he was
not altogether a stranger to work.
As soon as he thought of doing some-
thing to help his mother, he shut his eyes
and began to study what kind of work
he would undertake. But by and by his
mother came quietly to the bed-side, and,
touching his hand, said in a low voice,
"Harry! Harry "

Harry opened his eyes and looked up.
When he saw how pale and sad his
mother was, he could scarcely keep from
crying; but, raising himself in the bed,
he put his arms round her neck, and told
her that he would go out and work for
her every day. Mrs. Wilson pressed him
to her bosom, but did not speak; and
then he dressed and washed himself and
combed his hair. His mother gave him
some milk and bread for breakfast, which
Harry ate very fast, for he was in a hurry
to go out and look for work. Then he
took his little old hat from the nail
where it hung, and said,-
I will go out this minute, dear
mother, and look for work."
His mother was astonished to hear him
speak so. She shook her head and an-
"You cannot work, Harry. No one
will employ such a little boy as you."
Oh, mother," said the little fellow,
" I am tall and stout enough to work.

I can do something-I know I can. Do
let me go, mother!"
Mrs. Wilson shook her head; but
Harry begged so hard, that, to please
him, she said he might try. His face
beamed with joy to hear this, and, as he
ran out of the door, he said,-
I will soon earn something for you,
mother. Then you will not be sick any
more, nor have to work so hard."
Harry ran down stairs and out of the
front-door into the street. There he stop-
ped little while, to consider in which direc-
tion to go; and now, for the first time, he
asked himself how he was to get work.
It was a cold day in October; and
Harry stood with his hands in his
pockets, until the bleak wind brought
tears to his eyes, and he began to tremble
witl the cold. All this time he was
trying to think how he would get some-
thing to do. Two or three times he was
on the point of going home; but then he
said to himself, What will mother do?"

At last, he resolved to go to a store not
far ofif and ask the store-keeper to give
him work. This store-keeper was a kind
man; and, when he saw a little boy,
shivering with cold, coming into his
store, he asked, in a mild voice, what he
At 'first, Harry did not know what to
say; but, after a while, he made the man
understand that he wanted work. Now,
this man did not know Harry; for, if he
had, I think he would have employed
him in some small jobs. Yet he spoke
kindly to him, and said that so young a
boy ought to go to school, rather than be
put to work.
When Harry heard these words, the
tears came into his eyes, for he thought
of his father; but he did not tell the
store-keeper that he was an orphan;
and then the man told him that he had
no work for little boys.
Harry turned round and went out.
He felt sad and desolate; but he did not


begin to cry, as some children would have
done. He remembered having seen a
store farther down the street, and ran
thither as fast as he could, to ask the man
if he wanted some work done. As soon
as he reached the store, he went. man-
fully in. There was a man sitting behind
the counter; but Harry did not see him
at first, because he was hidden by it.
So he stood quite still, looking about
from one side to the other. All at once,
the man jumped up and asked him what
he wanted. The little fellow was so
frightened, that it was some time before
he could say that he had come to ask for
work. But the man looked very cross,
and said,-
You've come to steal, I suppose."
Harry began to tremble. He tried to
say, No, sir," but his voice faltered, so
that he could only shake his head.
You've come to steal, I say," said the
man in a loud tone. "It is a gang of young
rascals like you that stole my box of


oranges last week. I wish I was sure
that you were among them! What work
could you do, I wonder "
I can work, sir," said Harry.
What do you want work for ?" asked
the store-keeper. Harry began to cry.
Cmwe, come," said the man, answer
me, or I'll turn you out of the store this
minute. What do you want work for,
"Because, because," said Harry, sob-
bing, mother has nothing to eat, and
we must go out of our room, if I do not
earn something."
I have heard too many such tales,"
said the store-keeper, with a rough voice.
Now, listen. Out of the store, this mi-
nute, and never let me see your face
again. Out, I say-start!"
Harry ran out of the door as fast as
he could, and up the street, without look-
ing behind him. He did not stop until
he reached home. He was now very
cold, and went sobbing up-stairs to his


mother's room. She was not there, for
she had gone out to get some sewing
which might help ler to support herself
and Harry. There was no fire, and the
room was cold; and the little boy sat
shivering on an old broken chair for a
long while. He tried to keep himself
warm by wrapping some bed-clothes
round himself; but his feet were so
numb, that he could scarcely sit. The
morning seemed longer than a whole
day, and he said to himself, Oh, I wish
mother would come home!" At last, he
thought he would go out and seewhat had
become of her. He put on his hat, and
went down stairs and out into the street;
but, being afraid to go down the street
where the cross store-keeper lived, he ran
in another direction. He had not gone
more than two squares, before he met a
boy carrying a large basket-full of chips
and blocks. He seemed very tired, and,
as Harry ran along, he said-
Won't you help me carry these chips



about half a square down this little
Harry said he would, and, taking hold
of one side of the basket, he soon helped
the boy to get his load to the house.
While the boy was thanking him, Harry
asked where he got the chips. From
the carpenter's shop at the end of the
street you were running in," replied the
boy. You can get some there, if you
want them."
"But do they give them away for no-
thing ?"
Yes: only you must say, 'Please, give
me some chips.' "
Harry ran off as fast as he could.
Oh, how glad mother will be !" he said
to himself. He was soon at the carpen-
ter's shop, and asked just as the boy had
told him to do. "No," said the man, "we
have none to spare." Harry burst into
tears. There were two other men at work
in the room, and, on hearing Harry cry,
one of them turned round, and asked-


What do you cry for, my son?"
Because," said Harry, we hate
nothing to burn. Father is dead, and
mother has no wood to keep her warm;"
and he cried more than before.
Then," said the man, you shall
have some chips. Fall to work, and
pick up as many as you can find; but do
not touch the boards or long strips."
Oh, thank you! thank you!" said
Harry, as tears of joy came from his eyes.
" We'll have a warm fire, now. Ill not
touch the boards."
But where is your basket ?" said an-
other man.
I will carry them in my arms, sir,"
said Harry; and he soon had an armful
collected. The carpenters told him that,
if he would bring a basket, he might fill
it every morning. Harry thanked them,
and went home as fast as he could with
his load of chips. His mother was there
before him, and was standing at the door,
looking for him. She stared to see him

coming down the street with a load that
he could scarcely carry.
They are all mine, mother !" he said
as soon as he was near enough. The
carpenters gave them to me. Won't we
have a nice fire now ?"
Mrs. Wilson helped him up stairs with
his burden; and, when he threw it on
the hearth, she kissed him, and said he
had been a good boy. He soon had a fire
made; and, as he sat warming himself,
and ate some bread which his mother had
given him, he told her what the carpenter
had said about the basket. Mrs. Wilson
said that he should have an old basket,
which had once served them to carry
This was, on the whole, a bright day
for Harry. The ill-temper and rough
treatment from which he had suffered at
one place, were more than made up by the
kindness which was shown him at am>



EVERY morning, Harry went to the
carpenter's shop and bought away a
basket full of chips. This kept his mo-
ther's room warm all day. The men
who worked in the shop began to like
him very much; for they saw that he
was an active little fellow, willing to
work, and, besides, very honest. Some-
times, if he came early enough in the
morning, they gave him something good,
(either meat or pie,) for his breakfast; for
they always brought their dinners with
them, in small baskets.
One day, as Harry was hunting among
the shavings, he saw something bright
lying on the floor. He picked it up, and
found it was a half-dollar. His eyes
sparkled with joy as he held it in his


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hand; for he thought how much good it
would do his mother. Now, some chil-
dren, if they should find a half-dollar,
would keep it to themselves, to buy cakes
and candies with. I will tell you what
Harry did. At first, he was going to
jump up and run home; then something
within seemed to say that the half-dollar
was not his. He stopped awhile to think,
still holding the money in his hand.
Twice he started to go home; and then
the thought that he was taking what did
not belong to him caused hiri to sit
"Somebody has dropped it," he said to
himself; and at last, after sitting along
while with his basket beside him, he re-
solved to show it to one of the carpenters,
He went up to the man, and said,-
Is this yours, 1ir ?"
As soon as the man saw the half-
dollar, he stopped working, and said to
one of the other carpenters,-
Why, John, here's the half-dollar


you lost last week. This little fellow
has found it in the shavings."
The man came forward, and took it
out of Harry's hand. After looking at
it he said-
It is my half-dollar, sure enough.
And now, my boy, I will give you ten
cents for your honesty."
And I will give him ten more," said
the other carpenter, to carry home to his
mother. Always be honest, my little fel-
low: it is the only safe way to get along."
Whoodoes not think that Harry felt
happier than if he had taken the half-
dollar home? Now he had twenty cents,
the reward of his honesty, and the good
opinion of all the men in the shop. He
resolved within his mind always to be
honest, even though it should seem at
first that he was the l1ser by it.
When Harry showed the money to
his mother, and told how he had obtained
it, she could scarcely believe him. But
he assured her again and again that he


was telling her the truth, and, at last,
he offered to go to the carpenter's shop
with her. Then Mrs. Wilson, was satis-
fied, and said she felt happy that her
little boy had acted honestly. When
Harry asked her if it would have been
right for him to have brought the half-
dollar home, she said-
No, my son. It did not belong
either to you or to me. I would rather
you had left it among the shavings, than
to have carried it from the shop without
showing it to the men."
After the carpenters had seen that
Harry was so honest, they saveI the
thickest and largest chips for him, and
almost every day gave him part of their
dinner. Then they began to send him on
errands; a&d sometimes, if he went far
for them, they gave him some pennies or
a piece of silver. He carried them all to
his mother; and her heart felt glad when
she saw how willing he was to work in
order to assist her in her distress.




WE must not suppose that Harry had
forgotten his father. He thought about
him every day; and at night he would
creep close to his mother, and sob himself
to sleep, while calling on his father's
name. But I want you to know how this
little boy worked to support himself and
his mother; so I need not tell you about
the many sad hours he spent at home,
after his work was done, and he had
time to think about his father.
The few cents that Harry got for
running on errands did not help Mrs.
Wilson much; and she was still afraid
that she would be obliged to leave her
room, and that her little boy would have
to go among strangers. This grieved her
very much. She worked at sewing;


and in the morning, before Harry was
awake, and long after he had gone to bed
at night, she sat sewing by her table.
He was too young to know how much
this injured her health; but he saw that
she grew thinner and paler every day,
and that sometimes she coughed very
He would lie awake in the evenings,
thinking about her, and asking her every
now and then to come to bed. Some
days he had to go without his dinner,
because there was nothing in the house
to eat; and the boys in the street laughed
at his old torn hat, and at his little toes,
which peeped through the great holes in
his shoes.
Harry did not care about being hungry;
but it made him feel bad to be laughed at,
and pointed out in the streets, because
his clothes were ragged.
One day, Harry met some boys carry-
ing newspapers. He saw that they offered
a paper to every one who passed them,



and that now and then some person took
the paper, and gave a cent in return.
" Perhaps I could get papers to sell," he
said to himself; and then he ran after
one of the boys, to ask him where he got
the papers.
At the office, to be sure," replied the
But where is the office?" asked
Find out," answered the boy, in a
saucy tone, and walked on. Harry
called to him, but he would not answer;
and the little fellow was turning to go
away, when he saw another newsboy
coming round the corer. Maybe he'll
tell me," said Harry to himself. He is
not much bigger than I am."
As the newsboy came near, Harry
asked him where the newspaper-office
I carry these kinds of papers," said
the boy; and then he told Harry where
the office of each was.



"But do they give them to you for
nothing ?" asked Harry.
You must be a green one," said the
other. "We buy the papers first, and
then sell them for ourselves. For seventy--
five cents you can buy a hundredd papers,
and sell them at a cent apiece. That
makes one dollar, you know. What do
you ask for?"
"Because," replied Harry, "I want to
sell papers, ifI can get them."
Oh," said the boy, then find out the
rest yourself;" and off he ran. News-
boys do not like to have other boys com-
mence selling papers, for they wish to get
all the money they can for themselves.
Seventy-five cents! Harry must get
seventy-five cents before he could begin
selling papers. Where was it to come
from? He stood watching the boy, tntil
he could see him no more, thinking all
the time whether he could do any thing
to earn some money.
I might run on errands for weeks and


months," he said, "before I would get so
much as seventy-five cents."
Then, with slow steps and a sad heart,
he turned toward his home.
As Harry sat by the fire that night,
his mother observed that he appeared
quiet and thoughtful. She was afraid he
was sick, for he had not eaten much
supper, and he was very still, sitting with
his hands in his pocket. At last she said-
What makes you so quiet, Harry?"
"I am thinking, mother."
"What are you thinking about?"
"I am thinking how I may earn
seventy-five cents."
"Seventy-five cents!" exclaimed Mrs.
Wilson, dropping the work from her
hands. "Why, my child, what do you
want seventy-five cents for ?"
"I want them to buy newspapers
with," said Harry. "I can sell them
again for a cent apiece."
"Who told you to do so, Harry?"
asked his mother.


"Nobody told me to do it, mother.
But I met a boy to-day, who was selling
newspapers, and he told me where to get
them, and how much they would cost.
How long would it take me to earn that
much ?"
"I do not know, my child. But I
would not like to see you selling papers."
"Why, mother ?"
Because it might do you a great deal
of harm. Newsboys are generally bad
boys. They swear, tell lies, and fight.
I have heard that some of them cheat
and steal. You would not like to do
these things, Harry?"
"No, mother; but I would like to sell
papers, and get some money for you. I
would not swear nor steal, would I,
"I hope not, my son," replied Mrs.
Wilson; but you might do those wicked
things, if you went every day with bad
"No, mother," said Harry, "I would


not speak to them. I would only say to
the people- along the streets, Will you
buy a paper ?' and when I had sold them
all, I would run home as fast as I could.
Do let me try, mother !"
Mrs. Wilson did not promise Harry
that he should sell papers; for she was
afraid that he might get into bad com-
pany and become a wicked boy. But
she told him that he might save all the
money he got for running on errands,
and, perhaps, it would do to buy him a
hat or a pair of shoes. Harry was glad
to hear this; for he thought that he still
might get his mother's consent to sell
In two weeks, Harry had collected
twenty cents. He kept it in a rag, which
he put under a loose brick in the hearth.
Every day he looked to see that it was
safe. At the end of the next week, one
of the carpenters gave him ten cents, for
bringing his dinner to him every day that
week. Harry's face beamed with joy.


" Oh, thank you !" he said. I will put
it with my twenty cents," and he was
running out of the shop.
"Stop," said the man; "have you
twenty cents more?"
Harry said that he had.
What are you saving it for ?" asked
the carpenter.
"To buy newspapers with," said
Harry. I can get a hundred papers for
seventy-five cents; and each paper sells
for a cent. It will help mother to buy
bread and to pay the man for our room."
Can you make fires, my son ?"
Yes, sir," said Harry, "I make them
at home."
"Then come here every morning at
six o'clock, and make our fire, and I will
give you six cents a day. You may
begin next Monday morning."
Harry ran home as fast as his legs
could carry him to tell the good news
to his mother. He begged hard that she
would let him sell papers as soon as he



collected money enough; but she told
him that she could not give him an
answer until he had the seventy.five cents
in hand.
You may be sure that Harry was up
very early on Monday morning. After
his breakfast, (which he ate at half-past
five,) he took his basket, and ran to the
carpenter-shop. When the men came,
the fire was burning brightly; and the
man, who had told Harry to make it,
looked much pleased, and said to the
others that Harry was the most industri-
ous little fellow he knew. Then he gave
him the six cents, and told him he might
fill his basket with blocks. Harry could
hardly walk home, he had so heavy a
load. Every morning he made the fire,
received his six cents, and then brought
home a basketful of blocks. When Sa-
turday night came, he hacreceived thirty-
six cents for making fires, besides ten
cents for running on errands; so that,
altogether, he had seventy-six cents



SEVENTY-SIX cents! Oh, how glad
Harry was, as he brought it all from
under the loose brick, and showed it to
his mother! He had never had so much
money before; and he had earned it all
But would his mother let him buy the
papers? He was almost afraid to ask;
but he spread it on the table before her
and said-
"Look, mother. Has not Harry been
a good boy this week 2"
His mother knew that he wanted her
to let him buy the papers; but she only
patted his bright cheek and said-
Yes, he has been a good boy, to work
so hard, and earn all these pennies. But
what will you do with them, my child r'



Harry looked up in her face with
wishful eyes, and then threw his arms
round her neck, and said-
Dear mother, let me buy the papers!
I have saved it all for that. I will not
go with the bad boys, who swear and
His mother took him on her knee,
and said-
"Would you like to have a pair of new
shoes, Harry ?"
c Oh, yes, mother, very much! These
are so old, that my feet are cold all day.
And the boys laugh at me when they
see my toes out."
Well, Harry," said his mother, "this
money will get you a pair of new shoes.
I will buy a pair for you, if you choose."
"Will you, dear mother ?" said Harry.
"Yes, my child," said Mrs. Wilson.
"Will not that be better than buying the
papers ?"
Harry was still for a little while.
Then he looked up, and said-



"I would rather buy the papers,
mother. My shoes are not so very old.
I don't mind the cold much; and if the
boys laugh, I will run away as fast as I
can. I will buy the papers, mother, if
you will let me, and you shall have all
the money."
At last, when Mrs. Wilson saw how
anxious Harry was to earn something for
her, she gave her consent for him to sell
the papers. Though still afraid that he
might get into bad company, yet she hoped
that the Good Being, who cares for the
orphan, would watch over him and keep
him from becoming a wicked boy. Harry
was so glad, that he could scarcely speak;
and he lay awake half the night, think-
ing about the money he should make on
the following Monday.
The next day was Sunday. Once Har-
ryhad gone to Sunday-school; but now his
clothes were so ragged, that his mother
thought she must keep him at home. She
talked with him much about his father,



and about the danger of going into evil
company; and when he lay down that
nignt to rest, she prayed with him that
he might be kept from bad influence
during the week which had begun.
Monday came. Harry was up long
before the dawn; and after eating a piece
of bread, he put his money in his pocket,
and set out. He was soon at the news-
paper office, where he found two or three
boys buying papers. He waited until
they had gone away, and then, stepping
up to the counter, asked for a hundred
papers. The man handed them to him
and took the money.
As Harry passed from the office, he
found several newsboys standing in the
street, talking together. He thought he
would stay a little while, to see how they
sold their papers, so that he might do as
they did. But while they continued
talking with each other, he heard much
that made him shudder. They could
scarcely speak without swearing; and



when one got angry at the other, he said
words such as Harry had never heard
before. Sometimes, too, they struck at
each other, and talked so violently, that
the little fellow was frightened. Now he
began to perceive what his mother meant
by saying that, while selling papers, he
would be led into bad company; and he
was very uneasy till he could go away
out of the hearing of so much wickedness.
Soon daylight came. Then the boys
separated, each taking a different course,
and crying the title of his papers as loud
as he could. This must be the way to
sell," thought Harry; and he walked up
the street, crying his paper like the
At first, it seemed strange to him, and
he felt ashamed; but in a little while
this feeling wore off, and he could call as
loud as any newsboy. To every one
who passed he offered a paper; but he
did not sell them so fast as he had hoped
to do. Some of those to whom he offered



them walked on without taking any no-
tice of him. One man, while Harry was
calling out, told him to hold his tongue.
Harry thought to himself, He does.
not know that I am selling them for my
poor mother." But he went on without
saying any thing. In this manner the
morning passed. Harry had gone a great
distance, and he felt so tired, he could
scarcely walk; for he was, you know,
but a little boy.
But had he sold all his papers? No,
he had nearly half of them still left. But
he could go no farther, and he sat down
on a step, to think what he would do.
He counted his papers: there were forty-
eight; so he had sold only fifty-two. He
felt very hungry, and at last determined
to go home, hoping that he would be able
to sell the remaining papers in the morn-
ing. He did not think that, unless he
sold them in the course of that day, he
could not sell them at all.
After a long and tiresome walk, bh


reached home, and showed his mother the
fifty-two cents.
"And c6uld you not sell the other
papers, Harry?" asked Mrs. Wilson.
"No, mother," said he; "but I will
sell them to-morrow. I will be up very
early in the morning."
Then his mother looked sorrowful, and
told him that he could not sell the old
papers next morning.
The boys," she said, get new ones at
the office every morning."
And I will get some to-morrow morn-
ing too, mother," said Harry.
"But you have not got seventy-five
cents, my child. You have only fifty-
Harry looked at his pennies; and now,
for the first time, he understood that he
had lost twenty-three cents. His spirit
failed him, and he began to cry. His
mother tried to comfort him; but he
sobbed still more, and said-
"Oh, mother, I wanted to bring the

money to you. Now my seventy-five
cents are gone, and I am so tired I can-
not go out with these papers to-day."
Do not cry so, Harry," said his mother:
"I don't want you to sell any more
papers to-day."
Harry did not speak for some time;
then he said-
"How will I buy papers to-morrow
morning, when I have not seventy-five
cents ?"
Do you want to buy papers again?"
said Mrs. Wilson.
"Oh, yes," replied the little fellow.
"Perhaps I can sell more to-morrow.
Would the man at the office sell me
fifty-two cents' worth, mother ?"
"I cannot tell you," replied Mrs.
Wilson. "You may ask him in the
morning. But remember, Harry, if he
does not sell them to you, you must not
go there any more."





THAT night, Harry's mother set before
him a bowl of milk and some bread.
He saw that she did not sit down to the
table with him, and that she looked
paler than usual. He was very hungry,
for he had eaten scarcely any thing sinde
morning; but, before beginning his supper,
he asked his mother if she was sick.
"I do not feel very well to-night,
Harry," she answered; "but, eat your
supper, my child."
"But what makes your hand tremble
so, mother ?"
"Does it ?" said Mrs. Wilson.
Harry said "Yes;" but his mother told
him not to mind her, but to eat what she
had set before him. Harry tasted the
milk, then set it down, and said--



"Are you not coming to supper, mother?"
"Not now, Harry. I want you to eat
yours, and go to bed soon, because you
are to get up early in the morning."
Harry was silent for a little while,
and then said-
Where will you get supper, mother,
if I eat this bread? It is only a piece;
and I know it is all we have. I will not
eat it all, and leave you without any."
Mrs. Wilson was very hungry. She
had eaten no dinner, so that she might
save something for her little boy; for all
she had in the house that day was half a
loaf of bread. It was hunger that made
her feel sick. But she was willing to
give, Harry all, rather than see him
hungry. So she said to him-
"Never mind me, Harry: I can do
well enough without."
Then Harry rose from the table. He
was a brave little fellow, and could stand
more than many a boy much older than
he was.



"I will mind you, mother !" he ex-
claimed. "You shall haip the bread
and milk: I do not want it."
"My dear child," said Mrs. Wilson,
"do eat your supper! You must be very
hungry after walking so much. I do not
care about eating."
Harry would not eat until his mother
sat down with him. She broke off a
little piece of the bread, and tasted the
"This is enough, Harry," she said.
But Harry thought it was not enough;
and he would not taste his supper until
his mother had eaten half.
Next morning, Harry had nothing to
eat. He said not a word, but went very
early to the newspaper-office. To his
great joy, the man gave him seventy-
five papers for fifty cents; so he had two
cents left. This day he sold all his
papers before nine o'clock, so that he had
seventy-five cents besides the two he had
saved. Though very tired, he went



home very quick, and, bursting into the
room, exclamed-
I have sold them, mother! sold every
one! I have got my seventy-five cents
But, not seeing his mother, he stopped
and looked round. She was in bed; and
Sas her pale face turned toward him,
Harry was frightened at its altered ap-
pearance. All his joy was over; and,
walking to the bedside, he laid his head
close to her's, and said-
"Are you sick, dear mother ?"
"Yes, Harry; but I hope soon to be
well again."
Her voice was low and mournful. Harry
burst into tears.
Oh, mother, mother !" he said, wring-
ing his hands, do not leave poor Harry
alone. I will sell papers every day for
you, We will never be hungry again.
Dear mother, speak to me !"
"I will, Harry," said Mrs. Wilson,
(the tears filling her eyes.) "I hope



God will spare my life for the sake of
dear Harry!"
"And so He will, mother. I have
made seventy-five cents'to-day, and two
cents over."
"You have been a good boy: but are
you not cold ?"
No," said Harry; but in a little while, V
he looked up and added-
It is cold here, mother. Shall I run
to the carpenter-shop and bring some
blocks ?"
His mother consented. He took the
basket, and ran the whole distance to
the shop. The man asked him where he
had been for two days; and Harry told
him every thing about the papers.
But why do you look so sad ?" asked
the carpenter.
"Because," replied Harry, "we have
nothing to eat, and mother is sick."
"Are you hungry ?" said the man.
"A little, but I do not mind it: I
wish poor mother had something to eat 1"



-The carpenter pitied Harry. He went
to his dinner-basket, and took out some
bread and some meat and a large piece of
pie, which he put on a plate, and told
him to eat. Harry thanked him, but
said he would carry it to his mother.
"But I want you to eat it yourself,"
said the man.
"Oh, sir !" replied Harry, "I am not
very hungry. Please to let me take it
to mother !"
Then one of the other men came up,
and said-
"Eat it, my little fellow, and I will
give you something for your mother."
Oh, thank you, sir," said Harry, andc
he soon had eaten what the carpenter
gave him. Then the other man wrapped
some food in a piece of paper, and placed
it in Harry's bosom, inside his jacket.
After that, each of the three men gave
him a ten-cent piece, and filled his basket
to the top with chips. Harry cried with
joy, and could not speak to thank them,



his heart was so full; but they told him
he was a good boy, and deserved to be
treated well.
Harry felt so strong, after getting a good
dinner and something for his mother, that
he ran nearly the whole way, although
his basket was heavy. Oh, how happy
he felt as he spread out the money and
food before her! She pressed him to her
bosom, and thanked God for giving her
such a son.
It is all your's, mother," he said as
soon as he could speak. The carpenters
gave it to you. I have had my dinner
at the shop." Then he made a fire, and
warmed' some of the meat; and his
mother soon found herself better, after she
had eaten it.





NEXT day, Harry bought a hundred
papers, and sold them all. Except once
or twice, he never lost any thing after
that, as he had the first day; so that
every afternoon he was able to give his
mother twenty-five cents, and still have
seventy-five to buy papers the next'
day. Twenty-five cents a day would,
you know, be one dollar and a half
a week. This was a great help to
Mrs. Wilson; and, with what she made
at her own work, after getting strong
again, she was enabled to live pretty
comfortably, as well as to pay her rent.

uTH NaWasO. 55

She was no longer afraid of being
turned out of her room; and Harry did
not go to bed any more without his
One afternoon, about a week after
Harry had begun to sell papers, he came
home quite late. It was a cold day.
The wind whistled around the house,
shaking the windows as if it would
break them, and whirling broken twigs
of trees, dried leaves, and dust high in
the air. As Harry sat warming hin-
self by the fire, with his hands blue with
cold, and the tears running from his
eyes, his mother warmed his dinner for
him, and placed the table near the stove,
so that he need not get up. Then she
It is very cold to-day, Harry !"
"Yes, mother," he replied; "my fin-
gers were so cold, that I could scarcely
hold the papers. I sold a great many,


"See what I have got for you!" and
Mrs. Wilson placed on the table a glass
jar, filled with jelly, which a lady (hear-
ing that she was sick) had sent her that
Harry had never seen any before, and
asked what it was.
Taste it," said Mrs. Wilson, as she put
some on a plate before him.
"Oh, mother, how good it is! So
sweet! I never tasted any thing half so
nice. Where did you get it ?"
She told him, and added-
"Eat it with your bread, Harry.
When you have finished your dinner, I
will show you something else."
Harry's dinner was soon eaten. Then
his mother went to the closet and took
from it a pair of new shoes. Harry's
eyes sparkled as he took them in his
"Where did you get them?" he ex-

His mother told him that she had
bought them with part of the money he
had given her. He tried them on, and
they fitted him exactly.
"I am so glad!" he said; "for my
feet were very cold to-day. Mother,
how long is it since I have had new
shoes ?"
"Nearly a year, Harry," said Mrs.
Wilson. "I hope it will not be so long
"I hope so, mother., These will keep
my feet warm enough, and the boys can-
not laugh at my toe."
"You shall have a hat soon, my child,
and a new jacket, too. You deserve all
these, because you have been a dutiful
"And then can I go to Sunday-school,
mother? I want to go to Sunday-school
very much."
Mrs. Wilson told him he might. Then
she cleared the dishes from the table,

and, sitting down to her work, told
Harry to sit on the stool beside her. He
did so, and remained there till dark, talk-
ing with his kind mother.




Now I am going to tell you of a great
trial that Harry passed through-more
dangerous than any he had yet expe-
Among the newsboys who came to the
office where Harry bought his papers,
were three, much older than Harry, and
all very bad boys. They were almost con-
stantly fighting, swearing, or cheating;
and it was believed that they often took
things not belonging to them. None of
the other boys liked these three, nor
would they come near them when they
could avoid it. They were as bold and


inipudent as they were wicked, often in.
suiting people in the streets, or throwing
stones at passengers in carriages and
omnibuses. About two months after
Harry began to sell papers, these boys
formed a plan to rob an old lady, who
lived a long distance above Mrs. Wil-
son's house, in a part of the town
where the houses were not very nume-
Before going any further, you shall
hear something about this old lady.
She was a widow, and no one lived
with her, except a girl, whom she had
brought up from infancy. People thought
she was very poor, because she lived in
a small frame house and had scarcely
any furniture; but the truth is, that she
had a great deal of money stored away,
which she never used, except to look
at. Such people are called misers, and
they are generally miserable, because
they can have little rest, either day or


night, they are so troubled about their
A few persons did not believe that this
old lady was so poor as she seemed to
be. They said she had money hidden
somewhere in her house. She kept a
large dog, who was taken into the house
every night; and these people thought
that she would not be so careful about
locking her house and putting the dog
in the room, if she had no money. The
three newsboys heard of this, and they
often went there with their papers,
watching each time if they could see
some place where the money might, per-
haps, be kept. She rarely bought a
paper; but one day she wanted one: so
she called one of these boys, as he was
passing by.
After getting the paper, she told the
boy to wait at the door while she went
up-stairs for a penny. The girl was
not there; and this bad boy resolved to



follow the old woman up-stairs, to see
where she kept her money; but, on
reaching the top of the stairs, she shut
the door. Still he determined to see;
and, creeping up softly, he peeped through
a crack under the door. The house was
old, and the sill of the top step was so
much worn away that he could easily
see all through the r"m. He observed
the old lady go to the mantel, that was
at the head of a bed, pick out two nails
with her fingers, and then remove a
small board. She next put her hand
behind where the board had been, and
pulled out a stocking. The newsboy
knew it was full of money, for he saw
the shape of money on the outside of the
stocking, and through two or three little
holes appeared shining pieces of silver.
The old lady looked at it a moment, and
then, as if she had made a mistake, put
it back and pulId out another stocking.
This had pennibs and small pieces of



silver in it. She took a few out, put them
in her pocket, and then, replacing every
thing as it was, came toward the door.
By this time the newsboy was half-way
down stairs. He had seen all; and, when
the old lady came dbwn with the cent, he
was standing by the door, in the place
where she had last seen him. But he
had formed a dark scheme in his mind,
of which you shall now hear.
That same day, he saw the other two
boys, and told them of his adventure. At
first he had thought of not telling them;
but le found that he could not get the
money, as he wanted, without their help.
They agreed at once to help him steal it.
But how would they do this, when the
house was fastened every night, with the
dog inside. After talking over the matter
a long while, they agreed to poison the
dog, and then rob the house at night,
either by getting into the cellar, or thrbu-ag
a window in the second story, which hoA


no shutters, and could (as they thought)
be easily slipped up. The dog would
have to be poisoned in the daytime, be-
cause he was in the old lady's house at
Now, these boys were too cunning to
poison the dog themselves, if they could
get any one else to do it. So they agreed
to hire some little boy, for a few cents,
to throw a piece of poisoned meat into the
old woman's garden, where her dog was
kept during the day. They had seen one,
quite small, come to the office every
morning for papers, and had taken notice
that he looked very poor. Once they
had heard him crying with hunger; and
it was. said by some of the newsboys
that this child was willing to do any thing
to earn a few pennies. The bad boys
determined to hire him to poison the dog.
This little boy was Harry Wilson.
Harry did not know the three boys.
Perhaps he had never seen them, for he

never stayed longer imor around the office
than was necessary to buy his papers
and pass out. But they knew him well,
and supposed that they could easily
make him do as they wished.




ONE afternoon, Harry had sold his lasl
paper, and was running home with his
hands in his pockets, when he heard some
one calling to him. He turned round and
saw a large boy walking fast after him,
and who told him to stop. When the
boy came near, he said-
"Do you want to make a sixpence ?"
"Yes, I do," replied Harry.
"Then follow me," answered the boy.
Harry did so, until they came to an
old frame barn, which had once been
used for an engine-house, but was now
falling to pieces. The boy pushed open
the broken door, and told Harry to come
in. At first, he was afraid, but, after a


while, he went in. Tro more boys were
inside, pitching pennies. They stopped
as Harry cams in, and the other boy
"We'll stop his barking now, I guess!"
"Yes, indeed !" said one of the others.
Then turning to Harry, he added,
"Jack, will you do a little job for us, if
we pay you for it?"
Harry was much frightened; but he
said, "Yes. My name is not Jack,
What is it?" asked the boy.
Harry Wilson."
"Well, Harry Wilson, then. We
want you to go with this boy that brought
you here, and do as he tells you. Do
you hear ?"
"And will you give me sixpence?"
asked Harry.
"Oh, yes. We'll give you sixpence.
Harry Wilson shall have sixpence, be-
cause his name a'n't Jack, nor Tom, nor

Jerry either," saidfthe boy in a banter-
ing voice.
The others laughed; but Harry did
not know they were making fun of him.
The boy he came with had now taken
something from behind a board, which
he wrapped in a piece of paper. Then
he went out, and told Harry to follow
him. As they went on, Harry asked
what he wanted him to do; but the boy
merely answered that he would see.
They soon came to a small street or
lane leading to the old woman's house,
and passed round, until they had reached
the back part of the yard, outside the
garden fence. The boy now stopped,
and opened the paper that he had carried
in his hand. Inside was a large piece of
meat. He said to Harry-
"Do you see that dog ?"
Harry replied that he did.
I want you," continued the boy, "to'
throw this piece of meat over to him."

No sooner did he mention the dog, than
Harry remembered the words that he had
heard in the Ongine-house, "We'll stop
his barking now 1" Since he met the
boy, he had been afraid that something
was wrong, and now he felt almost certain
of it. Harry was but a little boy; but
he had that true courage, which many
men have not-the courage to refuse
to do what he knew to be wrong. But,
as he was not sure that throwing the
meat would be wrong, he asked the boy
what he wanted him to do it for.
Because I do," said the boy. "Take
the meat, and ask no questions."
"Is he your dog ?" asked Harry.
No: but is that any of your business ?
Remember, you get no sixpence unless
you do as I tell you."
Will it hurt the dog ?"
The boy's face was now red with anger.
Uttering a loud oath, he exclaimed-
Take the meat, I say, or I'll make you."

Harry began to tremble.
"Take it," said the boy: I tell you to
take it !"
The little fellow still drew back. He
looked wishfully in the boy's face, and
then at the meat, and asked again-
"Is the dog your's ?"
"Yes," said the' boy; for anger had
made him forget what he said before.
"The dog's mine, and I want to feed
"Then, why don't you feed him your-
self?" said Harry. "You told me just
now he was not your's."
Feed him this minute!" said the boy,
as he swore a mouthful of oaths. Throw
him the meat, I say, or I'll break every
bone in your body!"
Harry began to cry.
"Feed him, you young rascal," and
he caught hold of Harry's arm, or Ill
stamp youin the ground. Throwthe meat,
you miserable beggar-make haste!"


"Oh, I do not want the sixpence,"
cried Harry. "Only let me go. Do let
me go !"
"Throw the meat, or Ill pitch you
head-foremost over.the wall."
At this moment, some school-boys came
running up the road from school. The
boy now let go of Harry's arm, and,
giving him a kick, told him to be gone.
Harry ran home as fast as he could,
crying all the way; and the boy, seeing
the school-children coming toward the
old lady's house, ran hastily up to the
fence, threw the meat over, and walked
off. It will be put on some of them,"
he said to himself.
That night the dog died.
When Harry's mother heard how he
had been used, she was greatly alarmed.
She felt certain that the boy had hired
Harry to poison the dog, and feared that
something still more wicked was to
follow. For a while she thought of for-


bidding her boy to sell any more papers,
aware that he was thereby exposed to
the temptations of evil company; but
Harry, besides begging hard, promised
his mother that he would never go with
any boys again without asking her; so
that gradually she became less fearful
about him, hoping and praying that, in
spite of many temptations, he would be
kept from committing wickedness.


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LET us return for a moment to the
three bad boys. When the two who had
remained in the engine-house heard how
Harry had been used, they were very
angry. They did not feel sorry that he
had been kicked or beaten; for either of
them was cruel enough to do this to
any little boy, if he had the chance.
But they wanted to make use of Harry,
to help them rob the old lady's house;
and now they feared that the bad usage
he had received would make him afraid
to go with them. Their plan was this:
over the back-door of the old woman's
house was a shed, supported by posts,
which could-easily be climbed. In the



side of the house, over this shed, was a
small window, without shutters, which
(as the boys supposed) might easily be
entered. One of them, with Harry, was
to mount the shed, and, after pushing
Harry in, to get in himself. If the old
lady should awake, the boy could easily
threaten her, while Harry secured, the
money and escaped; but, if an alarm
should be made before they could get the
stocking of silver, then the three boys
could run off, leaving Harry to get out
as he could. But now it was feared
that this scheme was spoiled by the bad
usage Harry had received.
These boys did not know the character
of Harry Wilson. They supposed that
he was as wicked as themselves, and would,
for a few cents, do almost any thing.
But Harry had been taught the difference
between right and wrong; and he would
have trembled to have gone with these
boys, and heard their profane talking



even if he had not known that they
were about to steal and rob.
One of the boys undertook to get
Harry into their scheme. He thought
that, as the little fellow had seen him
but once, he would not know him again;
so he put on a different cap, and, when
Harry was going home, about twelve
o'clock, after selling his papers, he called
to him.
Harry stopped, and the boy came
up. He was the largest of the three,
and, as he had supposed, Harry did
not know him. He spoke kindly to
the little boy, and asked him where he
was going. Harry replied that he was
going home. Then the boy asked him
where he lived, what he worked at, and
many other questions. After he had
found out that Harry was an orphan,
and very poor, he said, "I can tell you
how you may earn a great deal more than
you do now. It is a shame that a fine


little boy like you should have to sell
papers every day."
When Harry heard this, he forgot all
about the boy who had used him so ill.
His heart beat with gladness, for he hoped
that he would be told of some kind of work
by which he might earn more money for
his mother. So he asked the boy to tell
him how.
Do you know where the new brick
house is at the end of this street ?" asked
the boy.
Yes," replied Harry.
"Well, meet me there, by the half-
built wall, at eight o'clock to-night. I
will soon show you how to make some
To-night !" said Harry. Do you
want me to work at night ?"
Yes," answered the boy. Are you
afraid to come in the dark ?"
"I am not afraid in the dark," replied
Harry; "but"-



SBut, what?"
"I never go out at night," said the
little boy. "Mother does not like to
have me out after dark."
Oh, nonsense," said the boy. "Come
out, and your mother will know nothing
about it."
I will not come without asking her,"
replied Harry.
Well, then, you lose the work," said
the boy, in an angry tone. I will ask
some one else to come, who is not afraid
to be out after dark. You could make
a dollar to-night. Besides, you need not
tell your mother. I will bring you home
after the work is over."
Harry was silent for a while. Strange
thoughts, such as he never knew before,
were passing through his mind. .He
thought to himself that, perhaps, he
might go that one night, without asking
his mother; and then, how glad would
she be when he came home with the



money he had earned at his new busi-
Such thoughts, and many more, were in
his mind; and for a while he was on the
point of telling the boy that he would
come. But at length a sense of duty to
his mother triumphed, and he said that
he could not come, unless she would al-
low him.
The boy now began to find that Har-
ry was harder to be persuaded than he
had imagined. So he changed his plan,
and said-
Will you come, then, about sun-
down ? Then, if you do not like the
work, you can go home."
He hoped that, if Harry would come
then, he could be persuaded to remain
until after dark, and then himself and
the other two boys could compel him to
go with them.
Harry's face brightened at the ques-
tion, and he answered--



Oh, yes I think I can come at sun.
Very well," replied the boy. "Mind
you don't forget."
When Harry reached home, he was in
high spirits. He talked and sang, until
his mother took notice of it, and asked
him what had made him so happy.
He did not wish to tell her about the boy;
so he merely replied that he felt happy.
While eating his dinner, he tried to guess
what kind of work the boy could have
for him to do; and afterwards he sat
down on a stool by the fire, and, leaning
his head on his hands, thought of the
many things that his mother could buy
for herself and him, should he make a
dollar every night. Two or three times
Mrs. Wilson asked him what he was
thinking about; but he did not tell
In a little while, other thoughts oc-
curred to him. Something seemed to



say that he should ask his mother about
going. Yet, if she should refuse permis-
sion, he would miss the dollar that night,
and all the work besides.
"Mother does not know," he said to
himself, "how much good it will be to
her. Else I am sure she would say I
might go."
For more -than an hour, Harry sat
thinking thus to himself. I think he
should have gone directly to his mother,
and asked her about it; and I am glad
to say that, at last, he made up his mind
to do so. It cost the little boy a hard
struggle; for he felt much afraid that his
mother would not consent to his going.
With a beating heart, divided between
fear and hope, he went to her, told her
all that had occurred in the street, and
begged that he might go to see about
the work at sun-down. Mrs. Wilson
looked at her son for a little while, and
then said-



"Did you promise to go, Harry r
I told him I guessedoI would come,
mother. You know I am often out at
"I cannot consent to your going, my
child. Remember how you were served
yesterday, by the boy who took you to
feed the dog."
Harry was silent for a long while. He
looked sad and disappointed. At last
his mother said-
"You know, Harry, I wish to do
every thing for your good. I do not
believe it would be for your good to go
with this boy. How could a little fel-
low like you earn a dollar in one
Still Harry was silent. Mrs. Wil-
son asked him what he was thinking
"I am thinking, mother, that I know
that boy. When you mentioned about
the dog just now, it seemed to me that


the boy I saw to-day spoke like one of
the two I saw in the engine-house."
Then you may be sure that he intends
some mischief to you. I cannot consent
to your going, Harry."
This was a hard trial for the lit-
tle fellow; but he tried to bear it
nobly, thinking that his mother knew
Next day, Harry went out, as usual,
to sell his papers. About eight o'clock,
as he was passing down a street not far
from where he lived, he saw a great
crowd coming up on the same side of the
street. As it approached, he saw many
boys and men, some with sticks, and all
shouting and hurrahing.
"We have caught the thieves," said
one large boy; they are the ones who
have done all the mischief in the neigh-
Harry was much frightened, and ran
up upon a door-step. There, as the


crowd passed, he was high enough to
see that some men were leading along
three boys, one of whom was crying and
"These are the thieves! We have
got them at last" shouted the crowd.
What was Harry's astonishment, to see
that one of these boys was the same one
who had asked him, the day before, to
meet him near the new house I Fear
now gave way to curiosity, and he
strained his eyes to see more. The boy
who made so much noise, Harry also
knew: he was the one who had tried to
make him feed the dog. Harry heard
the crowd say that these boys had been
caught breaking into the old woman's
house; and that the officers were now
taking them before the mayor, so that
they might be sent to prison!
Now Harry knew why the boy had
wanted him. He trembled to think of
it; but, oh, how thankful did he feel

to his mother for keeping him from
committing such wickedness! So soon
as he had sold his papers, he ran
home to tell her what he had seen;
and then, kneeling by her side, he
joined her in thanking God that he had
been delivered from that strong tempta-
Harry Wilson did not sell papers very
long after this. The carpenter who had
been his friend persuaded a gentleman
whom he knew to send Harry to school;
and some kind persons provided for his
mother. He lived to be a man, and
to support the kind mother for whom
he had worked so hard when he was a
little boy.
How. true it is, that those who put
their trust in God are never confounded!
In poverty, His kind providence opens
the way for the supply of their wants.
In distress, He raises up for them
friends and helpers.

In temptation, He puts upon them the
restraint of His grace, and they are deli-
vered from the snare.
So true is it, that the fear of the Lord
is the beginning of wisdom!


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