Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 Chapter I: Why little Joe wished...
 Chapter II: Joe finds a situat...
 Chapter III: Joe is drawn by the...
 Chapter IV: Joe bids adieu to home,...
 Chapter V: Joe takes the coachman...
 Chapter VI: Joe seeks a situation...
 Chapter VII: His religious...
 Chapter VIII: Again finds...
 Chapter IX: Enters into busine...
 Chapter X: Working for the cause...
 Chapter XI: Purchases the estate...
 Chapter XII: His work on his estate...
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Group Title: Joseph Martin, or, The hand of the diligent by the author of John Phillips, or Happy homes for working men
Title: Joseph Martin, or, The Hand of the diligent by the author of "John Phillips, or Happy homes for working men."
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Publication Date: c1870
Subject: Christian life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Diligence -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Work ethic -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Wealth -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Page i
        Page ii
    Title Page
        Page iii
        Page iv
    Table of Contents
        Page v
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    Chapter I: Why little Joe wished to be rich
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    Chapter II: Joe finds a situation
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    Chapter III: Joe is drawn by the ballot to be a soldier
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        Page 27
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    Chapter IV: Joe bids adieu to home, and starts for London
        Page 31
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    Chapter V: Joe takes the coachman into his confidence
        Page 37
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    Chapter VI: Joe seeks a situation in London
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    Chapter VII: His religious experience
        Page 62
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    Chapter VIII: Again finds a situation
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    Chapter IX: Enters into business
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    Chapter X: Working for the cause of God
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    Chapter XI: Purchases the estate on which he was born
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    Chapter XII: His work on his estate - Conclusion
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"John Philips; or, Happy Homes for Working Men."


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"c WOULD like to be a rich man,
said little Joe Martin to his
mother, as he sat one day rocking
the cradle in which his baby brother was
sleeping, and trying to make out his daily
lesson of reading from the family Bible.
" How is it that people become rich ?"
First tell me why you wish to be rich,"
said his mother. "Rich people are not
always happy, and sometimes they make a
bad use of their riches, and do many wicked
and cruel things to get them."
"Why," said Joe, it would be so nice


to be able to help father and you when you
get old and unable to work; and then one
might to do many things to assist poor folks.
If you had only seen how happy Mary
Raffe looked yesterday, when Mr. Robertson
gave her a shilling for her poor sick father !
And Jack Walters was telling me the other
day how the rain comes in through the roof
of their cottage, and though it would take
only a few shillings to mend it, their land-
lord wouldn't do it for them."
"I am glad," said his mother, "it is not'
yourself, but others you are thinking of.
But riches are very deceitful, and often
when people get them, they become hard-
hearted, and keep all to themselves."
But would not God keep me from being
hard-hearted, and help me to make a good
use of them if I asked Him ?" said Joe.
" But you have not told me, mother, how it
is that people become rich?"
"Solomon says it is the hand of the
diligent that maketh rich," was the reply.


"Then why are not father and you rich?
for I am sure you are diligent."
As for that," said his mother, we are
far better off than many of our neighbours.
And then, neither father nor I got education
when we were young. I could not read till
I was grown up; and your father, to this
day, can hardly write, and knows next to
nothing of 'rithmetic. If father had been
a better scholar, we should have been better
off. Squire Gordon, a short time ago,
engaged a new steward to look after his
estate. Now, I know he wanted to give
the situation to father, because he knew so
well he could trust him. But then, father
can't keep accounts."
"Mother," said Joe, "I'm learning to
count; I can read pretty easily now; and
Tom Robertson promised that, when he came
home from school in the holidays, he would
teach me to write."
S"If he would do that, Joe, it would help
you a bit, for there is no school near where


you can learn anything, and we are too poor
to send you with Tom."
"That's another thing I might do; if I
was rich, mother, I could build a school, and
have a teacher for all the boys and girls of
the village. Don't you fear for me, mother.
Tom will help me, and I'll try all I can to
get on. You know I don't like to be idle.
Just listen-I know something of 'rithmetic
already. Jack gave me this bit of paper,
with these numbers on it, before he went
away, and told me to practise at it every
day till I could add them up fast without a
mistake. I can do it now. 5 and 4 's 9;
9 and 6 's 15; 15 and 8 's 23." And so he
went on, adding up very quickly a con-
siderable column of figures. Then," said
he, "when I put on another figure, it
changes all the numbers and so gives me
a different set. 3 and 5 's 8; 8 and 4 's 12;
12 and 6's 18; 18 and 8's 26. Tom will be
so pleased when he comes home, to find I
can do it."


Joe Martin was about ten years old when
this conversation took place between him
and his mother. He was a quick and
active and obliging little fellow, and was
always trying to make himself useful. He
would rock the cradle, or fetch water from
the spring, or carry home the bundles of
small wood which his father cut off from the
hedges, and was allowed to take for his own
use. The farmer with whom his father
worked, was now beginning to employ Joe
to keep the birds from thieving in the corn-
fields. Sometimes he was sent to drive the
cows home of an evening to be milked, and
sometimes to look after the sheep. The
farmer would occasionally call at the cottage,
and send him on a -message; for he knew
that Joe would come quickly back, and not
loiter by the way.
Soon the holidays came round, and Tom
Robertson, who was the farmer's son, re-
turned from school. He was about two
years older than Joe, for whom he had a


great liking, and he was as good as his word
to him. He gave him a slate and pencils
and pens, and some of his old copy-books;
and besides, a little work on arithmetic.
Many an hour did he spend with Joe
teaching him to hold his pen, and drilling
him in the multiplication table. By the
time the holidays were ended, Joe had got
on so far by the help of his friend, that he
could manage, in a kind of way, to get on
yet farther by himself. Never did he let
a day pass without reading a portion to his
mother from the Bible, and trying to im-
prove himself in writing and accounts.
Tom was always pleased to help him during
the holidays; and thus it was, that by the
time he was fourteen years old, he was a
capital reader, and could write tolerably
well. But counting was no difficulty to
him. He had gone through the book which
Tom gave him again and again, and tho-
roughly mastered its contents. Besides
this, he had been teaching his two younger


brothers, for he was anxious that they should.
get on as well as himself.
The Martins were very proud of their
son, and well they might be; but he owed
a great deal to their careful training and
watchful love. A wonderfully tidy and
managing little woman was the mother of
Joe, as active and industrious in the house
as her husband was in the farm. Drop in
when you might, you would never find her
idle. When not cleaning up or nursing,
she would be knitting, or darning, or re-
pairing the family clothing. "No time for
idling," she would say; "God sent man
into the world to earn his bread by the
sweat of his brow, and one is always hap-
piest when honestly and fully employed."
This little cottage was a Christian home.
Mr. Martin and his wife were simple and
earnest followers of Jesus. They had long
known and believed the love that God had
to them. Their religion, therefore, was of a
sunny and cheerful character, and so they


found wisdom's ways to be pleasantness,
and all her paths to be peace." Hence it
was the dearest wish of their hearts for their
children, and their most earnest prayer, that
they might grow up to walk in the footsteps
of their own faith and piety, and to fol-
low them to the better country, even the
Their instructions and example were not
lost upon Joe, and, though so young, he
had sought to have Jesus for a friend. His
mother often said to him, Don't do any-
thing that would offend Jesus: remember
that He loves you; then He is always beside
you, and ready to give you His Holy Spirit
to help you when you ask Him." Now,
though Joe was a very good little fellow, he
was sometimes sorely tempted to do wrong.
But the remembrance of Jesus checked him ;
and when he thought of His love in dying
on the cross to save him, the tears would
start to his eyes, and the power of the tempt-
ation would be broken. He had been early


taught to pray; and often, when no one knew
where he was, he would be in the little room
in which he slept, or in the woods, seeking
his Father who. was in secret, and who
afterwards was to reward him openly.
When Joe was about fourteen years of
age, his parents became anxious to fix on
some business to which he might be appren-
ticed. He had been helping for some time
in various ways on the farm, but there was
little prospect of his ever being able to farm
for himself. Besides, his two brothers were
growing up, and there would not be work
enough at home for them all. It was re-
solved, therefore, especially as he. himself
earnestly wished it, that a situation should
be sought for him in a neighboring town.
There Mrs. Martin had a brother, who was
doing very well as a butcher. He was a kind
and good man, and having no family of his
own, he was very anxious to have Joe, to bring
him up to his business. To this plan Mrs.
Martin had given her consent, but then she


found a difficulty in Joe himself, on which
she had not calculated. Joe was very
tender-hearted, and though fond of his uncle,
he did not like his trade. When asked, some
years before, if he would not like to go and
live with his uncle, and learn to be a butcher,
the tears started to his eyes. "No, mother,
no," he said, "I can't be a butcher, I
couldn't kill the little lambs."
His uncle was not a little amused when
he learned this. He promised, however,
that when he got to a suitable age, he would
try and find a situation for him with one of
his neighbours.


R. BROCK had gone to his shop-
door in the High-street, to look
out for his apprentice, Dick
Haggart, whom he wished to send with a
letter to which he required an immediate
reply. But Dick had a trick of idling, and
was not to be seen; and the shop being full
of customers, no one of the young men could
be spared from the counter. Mr. Brock,
therefore looked for some onewhom he might
make his messenger. Just at this moment
Joe Martin came into view, walking smartly
down the street. Now, Mr. Brock knew
Joe, for his uncle, the butcher, in the next
street, had called with him a few days be-
fore, to see if an opening could not be found
for him in the establishment, and Mr. Brock
then heard so good an account of Joe, that
B 3


he promised to keep him in mind. Urgently
needing a messenger, however, as he did at
that moment, he called Joe, and finding he
was willing, at once despatched him with
the letter. Joe was not a little rejoiced
when he found himself thus unexpectedly
employed by Mr. Brock; for it had been
his highest ambition to get into such a shop
as his; and he could not help hoping that
this incident might open the way for the
accomplishment of his wish. He started
therefore at full speed with the letter, and
was fortunate enough to find the gentleman
to whom it was addressed in his counting-
house, who, having read it, at once wrote a
note, which he gave to Joe to deliver in
reply. Joe was very speedily back again in
the High-street at Mr. Brock's, who started
on seeing him, exclaiming with some impa-
tience, Why, boy, have you not gone with
the letter ?"
"Yes, sir," said Joe, "and here is the


"A capital messenger," said Mr. Brock;
"why, you must have run all the way."
"I did run a bit," said Joe; "for mother
often told me never to idle when I was sent
a message."
Mr. Brock looked pleased, and dismissed
him with a trifling reward.
It was some minutes after when Dick
Haggart came in limping, as if he 'had met
with some accident.
Why, what's the matter now ?" said
Mr. Brock.
Please, sir," said Dick, I have hurt my
foot, and it's very painful. I can hardly set
it on the ground."
The boy's always getting into some mess.
How has this happened ?"
On enquiry, it was found that Dick, who
had been sent on an errand, had loitered
away his time, and that, seeking to make up
for it by hurrying across a field which was
covered with the loose debris of houses that
had been taken down, he had fallen over


some stones, and severely sprained his ankle
The surgeon, who examined it immediately
after, said that he would be unable to use
the limb for a week, perhaps for a month.
It would be best, therefore, he should go
home, that it might be carefully attended
Mr. Brock was vexed, but there was no
help for it. He determined, therefore, that
in the meanwhile he would have Joe to
supply his place. That evening he said to
his wife, "I like that boy the butcher
brought to me the other day. He seems
quick and intelligent, and keeps his eyes
about him, and I hear a good account of
him. I have therefore sent for him, to come
to-morrow and take Haggart's place. If he
turn out as I expect, I must try and do
something for him."
Mr. Brock had been in business as a
grocer and linen-draper for some years. He
had begun in a small way, but, by diligence
and integrity, had gradually got on, till

now he had one of the most flourishing
businesses in the town. He was, besides,
an earnest and hearty Christian, and took a
great interest in the welfare of those in his
Joe was quite overjoyed when he learned
that he was to go next morning into his
establishment; and that night he did not
fail heartily to thank God for so far opening
the way for him, and earnestly to ask the
wisdom and help he might need.




OE did not fail to be at Mr. Brock's
next morning punctually at the
hour, which was seven o'clock.
His first duty was to sweep out the shop,
and clear away the dust; but, as he had often
done something like this for his mother
at home, he did not feel any difficulty, but
accomplished it quite to the satisfaction of
those who were about. During the day he
was employed chiefly in running messages
and carrying parcels to different parts of the
town. As he did not know much of the
places, it took him some time to discover
them; but, in a few days, this became easy
to him. He went his messages so quickly,
that Mr. Brock was pleased to say one day,


approvingly, of him, Why, Joe, you're no
sooner away than you're back again."
When not out on errands, he was em-
ployed in weighing different articles, and
putting them up in small parcels, to be ready
for customers as they were wanted. Mr.
Brock, who was a vigilant master, kept his
eye on what was done by him, and would
test it afterwards to see that it was correct.
He soon found that this was unnecessary.
Joe made no mistake. He might be as
safely trusted to do this kind of work, as any
one in his employment.
Joe's ability in accounts too was very soon
discovered. He had been sent with a parcel
of goods, for which he was to receive pay-
ment. As the quantity and price and sum
total were stated on the bill on the outside,
Joe could not help, as he was walking on,
going over the account in his own mind. He
discovered that there was a mistake; the
goods were overcharged. He received the
money, however, but told his master imme-


diately on his return. Mr. Brock found he
was correct, and immediately sent him back
to make it right. Finding he was thus
trustworthy, Joe was admitted behind the
counter, when they were busy, to help in
serving customers, under the eye of one of
the shopmen.
Thus a month passed away, and Dick
Haggart did not return. He was a boy of
delicate constitution, and it was found he
could not safely remain in a situation in
which there was so much running about.
Joe was therefore at once taken as an ap-
prentice in his stead. Mr. Brock, however,
had found him so useful that he had deter-
mined, even if Dick did return, that he
would keep Joe as well.
Joe was thus fairly settled as apprentice
with Mr. Brock. His parents were not a
little delighted when they heard it. His
mother shed tears of joy and gratitude; for
it had been her earnest prayer for him, that
he might be placed with some Christian


master, under whom the principles of piety
and integrity, in which she had sought to
train him, might grow to maturity. And
now her prayers were answered sooner and
better than she could have expected. Greatly
did all of them enjoy the letters which Joe
sent them regularly every week by the
carrier who passed their cottage door; but
most of all the short visits he paid his home,
when now and then Mr. Brock gave him a
Time went on, and Joe gradually became a
great favourite at Mr. Brock's. He was so
quiet and steady, so industrious and obliging,
that no one could help liking him. After
about three years, the knowledge of the
business he had acquired, and the business
habits he had formed, became very valuable
to Mr. Brock. Many of the customers pre-
ferred being served by him, and some who
would have gone elsewhere, went to Mr.
Brock's entirely from the confidence they had
in him. When Mr. Brock, too, had to go


from home, he felt sure that things could
not go far wrong when Joe Martin was at
hand to look after them.
But Joe was destined soon to find a larger
sphere of occupation. At this time (about
sixty years ago) war was raging between
England and France, and as there was great
need for soldiers, a ballot was often taken
of young men between seventeen and thirty
years of age, and many were thus forced to
enter the army. Joe was now seventeen.
His name had been taken down, and he be-
gan to fear it might be drawn. In this case,
what should he do? If the notice were
served on him he would be unable to get off
from becoming a soldier unless by finding a
substitute, which would cost a sum of money
far larger than he could possibly raise.
Now, the idea of becoming a soldier was
very distressing to Joe. The more he
thought of it and prayed over it, the less he
liked it; not that he was a coward, but he
had a great horror of shedding blood. He


had felt when a little boy that he could not
kill the little lambs; far less now could he
endure to think of taking the lives of his
fellow men.
Joe was very straightforward, and he
thought it best to consult his master. It
had not occurred to Mr. Brock. "I do not
know what we should do in such a case,"
said he. If you are drawn, and the notice
is served, I fear there will be no getting
you off."
Then I am not liable," said Joe, "if the
notice is not served on me?"
Certainly not," said his master; "but
they will 'serve the notice on you if they can
find you, and will leave no stone unturned
to accomplish it."
Suppose, sir," said Joe, I could learn
that I was drawn before the notice was
served. Should I be doing wrong were I to
try and get away ? "
Ha said his master, You are think-
ing of taking leg-bail, are you ? But I do


not wonder at it. I believe it's the very
thing I would do myself in such a case.
But how could you escape the notice being
served? If they did not find you in the
shop, they would search the house; and if
they did not find you in the house, they
would search the town; and if they did not
find you in the town, they would think you
had run home, and would send there. I
really do not know where you could go to
be safe,"
"Suppose I could get to London ? said
Ah," replied his master, that would be
the place. To seek for you there would be
like seeking a needle in a bundle of hay;
and I don't think they would attempt it.
Besides, no one would know where you were
gone except, perhaps, myself; and indeed I
would not like to know exactly, lest I should
be obliged to inform. But what if you
should be drawn in London?"
In this case I should have to try and


get away again. But I hope I might escape
the ballot there."
His master smiled. "I do not know,
Joe," said he, how we should get on with-
out you. But perhaps the war may soon
end, and then we should have you back. You
may depend, however, on my assisting you,
should it be in my power."
The result was that Joe determined, should
he be drawn, to get to London if he could,
before the notice was served, and that he
might not be behind-hand he made the
needful arrangements.
He was not a bit too soon in doing so.
Only a few days after, when he was engaged
in the premises behind, a constable entered
the shop, and enquired for Joseph Martin.
It was impossible to deny him without being
liable to a penalty; but his master, who hap-
pened to be in the counting-house, which
overlooked the shop, and therefore heard the
enquiry, hastened to Joe, and putting a sum
of money into his hand, told him to be off at


once. Joe threw on his coat, and without
having time to take leave of any one, went
off by the door behind like a shot from a
Thus the constable failed to serve the
notice on Joe. He was not to blame for the
failure, and Joe, having his master's consent
to what he was doing, and the approbation
of his own conscience, could not feel that
he was violating any law, either human or



HEN Joe had thus so cleverly eluded
the constable who had come to
serve the notice on him, by getting
away from the premises behind, he passed
rapidly through the town, and, taking a by-
path through the fields, emerged at last on
the high-road at a distance of some miles
away. Happily he met no one who knew
him. He somewhat slackened his pace, there-
fore, to take breath; but he could not help
looking fearfully round, to see if he was not
His fear was unnecessary. When the
constable found that he was neither in the
shop nor in the house, and that no one could
tell where he was (for Mr. Brock took care
to be out of the way for several hours), he


waited for some time at the shop-door,
hoping to get Joe as he entered. Disap-
pointed in this, he sought him at his uncle's,
but he had not been there. A visit that
was paid next day to his father's house
was equally fruitless. Indeed, it was
not till a considerable time after that even
Mr. Brock could have told where he was,
and by that time the search for him had
But we must return to Joe, whom we left
pursuing his journey on the high-road. It
so happened that the road passed within a
short distance of his father's cottage, and he
was now debating with himself whether it
would be safe for him to look in. What if
the constable were already on his track, and
might lay hold of him there On the other
hand, he remembered that the cottage stood
on the slope of a hill, and that no one could
approach without being seen at a distance.
In this case, he could easily get away
through the plantation behind, with every


spot in which he was well acquainted. He
determined, therefore, to venture.
It was the evening of one of the longest
days in summer. There was his father,
trimming the little garden in front of the
cottage, while his mother sat knitting under
the porch.
"I declare," said she, getting up with
eyes beaming with delight, there is Joe."
"No, surely," said his father ; "what
could bring him here at this time? "
It is Joe," said his mother, as she ran
to welcome him. "Why, what's the mat-
ter ? said she, seeing him look troubled.
Matter enough, mother," said he. "I
have had to run away; and I am going
to- But I must not tell you where I
am going."
"Run away, and not able to tell your
father and mother where you are going!
Why, what's the meaning of that? "
It was easily explained. His mother
burst into tears, and his father, with his


sister and brothers, looked very like to do
the same. It was the first trouble they had
known in connection with Joe; but he was
able to comfort them.
Cheer up, mother," said he; I'm sure
it's all for the best. I shall soon get
another situation somewhere. The only
difference will be that I shall be farther
away, and not able to see you so often; but
you'll hear from me as regular as ever."
"But where mean you to go, lad? said
his father. "If you could only get to
London, it would not be easy for them to
find you in the crowd of folks there."
"I must not tell you where I am going,"
said Joe. "They are sure to be here in
search of me, and it would be best you
should be able to say, when they ask, that
you don't know. But you will learn all in
good time."
"Come in, and have something," said his
father; "you will stay the night with us,
and be off in the morning."


"Nay," said Joe, "I must not stay the
night; that might spoil all. There's a
coach passes in about an hour, and I mean
to get on that."
But what about funds, lad ? said his
father. "You cannot live on air."
As for that," said he, Mr. Brock has
been so kind to me that I have enough to
pay my way for three months to come."
Very fervent was the prayer in which his
father committed the unwilling wanderer
to the care of Him who keepeth Israel, and
who neither slumbers nor sleeps. Most
earnestly did he entreat that God would be
with him and keep him in the way whither he
went, and give him bread to eat and raiment
to put on, and bring him again to his father's
house in peace; that wisdom might be given
him; that integrity and uprightness might
preserve him; that his heart might ever
beat warm with love to his Redeemer; and
that he: might never bring reproach on His


A few words of good advice to his brothers,
a tender parting with his mother and sister,
and Joe, accompanied by his father, was on
his way to meet the coach. It changed
horses at the village, and there were still a
few minutes to the time. By-and-by they
heard the distantrumble of wheels; the sound
sometimes dying away a little on the night
air, and then sounding louder and nearer.
The clatter of horses' hoofs was at length
heard, and in a few seconds the coach drew
up at the inn. As a gentleman, who had
been seated beside the coachman, ended his
journey at this stage, Joe took his place.
And now all is ready. The horses are
yoked; crack goes the whip; off start the
steeds; round go the wheels; and, waving
another adieu to his father, Joe finds him-
self speeding away towards the great metro-
polis as fast as the mail of those days could
carry him.

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OR. a long time Joe sat in silence,
thinking on the strange things
which had that day happened to
him. Never in his life before did he pray
more earnestly than he did as he sat that
night on the coach, which was hurrying
him away from the happy scenes of his
childhood and youth, not knowing what
things might befall him in the great city
whither he went. But though downcast he
was not despairing. He had a good con-
science; one that, in this matter, was void
of offence both toward God and toward man.
He felt deeply his own sinfulness and feeble-
ness; but he had strong confidence that
God would be with him, and prosper his


The coachman, though he seemed strangely
anxious to make Joe comfortable, said
scarcely a word to him for some hours; pro-
bably feeling that he required all his wits
while driving in the dark. But as the
morning dawned, and the road stood out
more distinctly to view, it became evident
that he was inclined to talk.
"I say, young 'un," said he, "was that
your dad as came with you last night to the
coach ?"
"That was my father," said Joe.
"I think I've seen him before; and if
I'm not mistaken, he once did me a good
"Indeed; how was that ?" asked Joe.
"Well, you see," responded the coach-
man, "I was driving along about a mile on
the other side of the village, where you got
up. They had been a-laying fresh metal on
the road, and being somewhat behind time,
I was going rather quick, when down came
one of my horses. He was badly hurt, and


quite lamed; so I had to take him out of
the traces. It was a miserably cold and
wet day, and I had no passengers except
an old lady inside; and had not your father,
as I think it was, come along just at the
time, I don't know what I should have
done. He examined the horse's leg, and
took out a little bit of rough stone, which
he found had got into the wound. Then
he took the beast on to the village for me;
for, you see, I couldn't wait, being so much
behind time."
"Was it in December last?" said Joe;
"for I was home at Christmas, and heard
my father mention something of the kind
as having happened."
"It was in last December," said the
coachman; "and now I see it was your
father as helped me. I didn't notice him
last night till we were just starting, or I
would 'ave spoken to him about it. I found
after that the horse was so badly lamed,
that I'm sure he'd never 'ave ran again had


not your father doctored him. And, you
see, as the horse was mine-for I'm a part-
ner in the coach-it would have been a
heavy loss. Indeed, I don't know how I
could 'ave got over it."
"It would be a great pleasure to my
father," said Joe; he is always glad to
lend a helping hand to another."
"I hope to see him some day soon," said
the coachman. "I'm glad to 'ave a son of
his sitting on the box beside me. But where
are you bound for, young man, if I may
ask ?"
"I am going to London to seek a situa-
tion," said Joe; "but I don't think of
going all the way by coach; I thought of
walking the last thirty or forty miles."
You'll do nothing of the sort," was the
response of his interrogator; "you'll sit
where you are till we get to Holborn. You
see, there's an opposition the last part of
the way, and fares is low just now; so
there'll be no difficulty. I'd like to help

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Jue takes the coachman into his confidence.
&eo aoge 43.


you in London if I could. But what's be-
come of your luggage? for I see nothing
but that little parcel I put into the boot."
Joe felt somewhat confused; but after a
short pause he said, "I had to come away
rather unexpectedly, and so I had to leave
my luggage behind."
"That's queer, any how," said the coach-
man ; "not as I think you're running away
because you've done something wrong."
"Thank God, I've done nothing wrong,"
said Joe, warmly. And then he sat ponder-
ing with himself whether it would be wise
to let the coachman somewhat into his
secret, without telling him too much. He
seemed kind and interested in him, and to
have a strong feeling of obligation to his
father. He could not, therefore, think
he would betray him; besides, he need
not know where he betook himself to in
But Joe had no cause to be afraid of
Johnson, for that was the name of the


coachman. He already felt interested in
Joe, and was afterwards to be of great ser-
vice to him. The conversation was then re-
The fact is," said Joe, I've been drawn
by the ballot to be a soldier. But I learned
it this forenoon, before they could serve the
notice, and so I'm here."
Quite right," said Johnson; you're
just where you should be in the circum-
stances. It's my opinion you were never
intended for a soldier. They're a rough lot.
Such drinking and cursing and swearing !
I've a son in the army; he was drawn in
the ballot, like you, but he couldn't get
Saway. He's in Spain just now, fighting;
and my missis and I are fearing every day
to hear that he's been killed in some battle.
That would be a sore trial to us, for he's
our only 'un, and he's a good lad, and loves
his Bible. I'm glad you've got away.
There's not so much fear of you in London."
Do you think it will be easy for me to
find a situation in London ?" said Joe.


"Why, as for that," said Johnson, any
steady young fellow is sure to get on some-
how after a bit. There's no fear of you;
your looks and your speech will get you on.
'Tis clear you've been accustomed to busi-
ness. Any one can see that. Have you
got a character ?"
Why," said Joe, "I had to come off in
such a hurry that there was no time to
think of such a thing. But my master quite
approved of my going, and he will send my
box and a character as soon as he knows
where they'll find me."
"Now, tell me who's been your master?
I suppose you've come from the town be-
yond the village. I pass through it twice
in the week. Don't fear to tell me; I won't
betray you."
"I'm sure you wouldn't," said Joe.
" The shop is about half-way down the High
Street, on the right."
"Brock's !" said Johnson, interrupting
him; Brock's! I know him well. I'll


tell you what,-I'll bring your box, and a
character along with it, from Mr. Brock,
afore the week's out. And I think you
can't do better for a time than lodge with
my missis and me. We sometimes take in
a lodger, and she's a clean, tidy body, and
will make you right comfortable at little
cost. She's one of those folks they call
Methodies. Don't you fear; she'll be kind
to you. I wouldn't like you to fall into the
hands of those as would rob you of your
money. Plenty of sharks in London on the
look out for fellows from the country. Bless
you, you must take me for your dad for a
"Thank you, thank you, with all my
heart," said Joe; "your offer is most kind.
Just let me think over it for a little."
And so they sat silently ; and the coach
rumbled on. It did not take long to bring
Joe to the conclusion that he could not do
better than fall in with Mr. Johnson's pro-
posal; and so, after a few minutes' thought,


much to the gratification of his companion,
he intimated his consent. He was assured
that "the missis would be so pleased; he
was just the sort of young man she'd do any-
thing for." Joe found, too, that he would
thus have the advantage of communicating
with home as often as he wished.
They were now drawing rapidly on to
London. Mr. Johnson did not fail to direct
his attention to the different estates and
mansions of noblemen and others as they
were successively passed.
"This," said he, as they were driving
along a part of the road shaded on either
side by magnificent trees, this is the pro-
perty of Alderman King. He'll be the Lord
Mayor in a few years, if he lives. Some-
times he's rode up to London with me, sit-
ting just where you are now, and he once
told me a bit of his history. He came up
to London a poor lad from the country, with
only a few pence in his pocket; but he got
on bit by bit, till he became as rich as a


prince, and bought this fine estate. I re-
member he said, when once I ventured to
ask him how he had got on so, that he had
always tried, in the situation he filled, to
make himself so useful to his master, that he
shouldn't be able to do without him. So
after a time he got a small share of the
business. Then he got into full partnership.
At last he had it all to himself; and now
you see what it's come to."
"I hope he makes a good use of what he
has got," said Joe.
"That I believe he does," replied John-
son. He's right liberal, and I'm told, does
a great deal of good. I hope you may get
on like him, and become a helper of many.
What a grand thing it is to be able to help
on somewhat the cause of truth and right in
the world. You don't know, lad, what God
may intend doing for you, and doing by you
as well."
But Joe's dreams of becoming a rich man
had now quite vanished away. To find a


way in which he might be able to maintain
himself decently, and help on his brothers
and sister, and assist his father and mother
in their old age, was about as much as he
now hoped ever to be able to accomplish.
They were within an hour of London.
Joe's attention was now arrested by a dark
cloud hanging in the distance before them.
It was not like other clouds, for it seemed
immovable. He was told it was the smoke
which was always brooding over the great
city, and that from the top of the hill they
were then climbing, he would see London
itself, and St. Paul's towering up above the
buildings around, like a giant among pig-
And so it was. The great city burst upon
his view at length. Half an hour more,
and they were in Holborn.




FTER Mr. Johnson had discharged
his cargo, and seen the horses put
up, he proceeded straight to his
home, accompanied by Joe. Turning off
into a quiet, decent-looking street; not far
from Holborn Bar, they stopped at No. 17.
A smart pull at the bell speedily brought a
little girl to open the door, who, on seeing
Mr. Johnson, rushed into his arms, exclaim-
ing, "0, uncle, uncle, I'm so glad you're
And so am I, my pet lamb," said he,
kissing her, "to find you so hearty."
There's a welcome for you," said he to
Joe; how do you like that. This is the
orphan child of a sister, who died about a
year ago, some time after losing her hus-


They now mounted a pair of stairs, when
the wife appeared at a room door to receive
her husband.
"Here, missis,' said he, after saluting
her, "I've brought you this young man to
take care of; he's come up with me from
the country, and wants to find a situation in
London. I found out on the way that it
was his father who helped me last Decem-
ber, about the horse. So, you see, I'm
somewhat in his debt. But the young man
will pay his own way."
I'm sure he's most welcome," said Mrs.
Johnson, shaking him warmly by the hand;
"and if he will put up with our poor ac-
commodation, I'll do my best to make him
Oh," said Joe, "I shall do capitally.
Why, your house looks like a palace com-
pared with the cottage in which I was born."
But the house is not all our own," said
Mr. Johnson. "We rent only this floor
and the one above. Another family has the


under part : but they are very quiet. Come
now, and have somewhat to strengthen you
a bit after your journey."
Joe found that he could have a nice little
room in the attic. He was taken up to see
it, and being left alone, he threw himself on
his knees, his heart overflowing with thank-
fulness, to pour out that thankfulness before
God. His father's prayer had been an-
swered. He that keepeth Israel had kept
him. Already he had friends, and had
found a home, and had reason to hope that
he would soon find employment.
Earnestly did he pray that God would
keep him amid the temptations to which he
must soon be exposed, strengthen him for
what was right, and open the way before
him. Nor did he forget the loved ones
at home. He knew that they would be
sorrowing over him, and would feel uneasy
till they heard of his welfare: but two days
more would carry the tidings to them.
Joe spent a very pleasant evening with


Mr. Johnson and his wife. From her he
learned much about the followers of Mr.
Wesley, and their wonderful activity and
success in spreading the gospel. The good
woman was greatly delighted when he pro-
mised to accompany her on the next Sun-
day to hear her favourite preacher; though,
not being given to change, he had no inten..
tion of separating from the body with which
he was already connected.
But Mr. Johnson now began to counsel
him as to the next day's proceedings.
" You must put a bold face on it," said he,
" and go into every shop you come to as
does the kind of business you've been accus-
tomed to. Try to see the master, and tell
him you want a place, and ask if he knows
of one."
But must I not first have a character ?
No one would take me without."
"Ay, lad, to be sure you must," replied
Mr. Johnson, "and it will be nigh the end
of the week afore you can have that. But


you may learn a good deal, meanwhile,
about the different places in the city, and
the leading streets. It will be a great help
to you to be able to make your way easily
from place to place. A master wouldn't
like to be troubled with a lad who didn't
know which way to turn when he was sent
"That's just what I was thinking," said
Joe; "and so that must be my work for the
next few days."
"Just so. But you must be careful.
London's a strange place, and full of strange
people and strange ways. You will soon
lose yourself, if you don't mind what you're
about: and see you don't trust every one
as speaks to you. There's sharpers always
about, ready to pick up green 'uns from the
country, and do for 'em. A young gent as
came up with me last summer was fleeced
by 'em of all the money he had, and robbed
of his clothes besides. I believe, if they
could have made anything by it, they would


'ave taken the skin off his flesh, and the
flesh off his bones, and sold his bones to
fatten the ground."
"Now, Johnson," said his wife, "you
don't mean that,"
"I do, indeed," said he, "it's my real
belief. But I know you'll take care, lad.
He went into bad company, and you won't
do that. But it's getting late. My missis
and I read a chapter from the good book
afore we lie down, and perhaps you'll put up
a prayer for us."
Joe had never yet attempted this before
others, but he felt he could not refuse. So,
in a few short sentences, he gave expression
to his feelings and desires before God. He
was surprised when he had done to find
Mrs. Johnson following up his prayer with
one of her own. Most affectionate and fer-
vent it was, if not quite grammatical. Joe
was quite melted by it. Much did he learn
from this good woman, in after-days, of the
Gospel. Simple as his views of the way of


salvation had been, through her teaching
they became simpler still. He gained more
enlarged views of the love of God, and the
compassion and tenderness of Christ, and
had his faith greatly strengthened.
By the time Mr. Johnson returned, Joe
had gained considerable acquaintance with
the leading thoroughfares of the great
metropolis; and had, besides, marked out a
number of houses of business at which he
thought he might call, in quest of a situa-
tion. The character which Mr. Brock sent
him was, in all respects, so excellent, as to
leave little doubt of his very soon being
successful. And so it turned out.
The very next day he found himself be-
hind the counter of a respectable-looking
establishment in Holborn, though he was
not to be there long. When he called, Mr.
Woods happened to be in urgent want of
assistance, having just discharged a young
man who had not quite suited him. Liking
Joe's appearance and address, and the cha-


racter given of him, he at once took him
on trial. For a few days all went on quietly,
but there seemed to be a lack of honest
principle in the way in which business was
conducted. At length a circumstance oc-
curred which put the integrity of both
master and servant to the test. A lady
entered the shop, and after making some
small purchases from Joe, inquired for a
particular article which he knew was not on
hand, though there were some very closely
resembling it. He expressed his regret
that they were then without it, and showed
and recommended what they had. The
lady, however, declined to purchase, stating
that the other was especially required. He
received payment for what she had bought,
and taking the parcel out to the carriage
which was waiting, handed it in. On his
return, he found Mr. Woods, who had ob-
served the transaction, full of wrath.
Stupid fool!" he said, why did you
not sell the lady what we had ? She would


never have known the difference. You
ought to have told her it was precisely the
thing she wanted."
But it would not have been true," said
Joe, "and I can't tell an untruth."
An untruth! said his master, if you
can't tell an untruth now and then, you
won't do for me, nor for any situation that
I know of."
"I hope," said Joe mildly, "it is possible
to keep a good conscience in doing business.
I have always done so as yet."
"A good conscience, say you!" ex-
claimed Mr. Woods, in great excitement.
"What have you to do with a good con-
science? You are discharged, sir. Take
your coat and hat, and I will pay you for
the week you've been here."
Joe saw it would be vain to remonstrate.
So he quietly obeyed, and in less than two
minutes was again without a situation.
No sooner was he gone, however, than
Mr. Woods began to feel that he had acted


hastily and unwisely. He had discharged
a young man for the atrocious crime of
honesty If he could not have honest
people in his employment, he must have
such as were dishonest; and what if their
dishonesty should be practised on himself ?
It was so at that very time, though he knew
it not: a young man in whom he placed
great confidence just because he was quick
and unscrupulous, had been secretly robbing
him. He was kept in check while Joe was
beside him, by the fear of detection; but
now he began anew, and succeeded to a
considerable extent before he was found out.
When upbraided by his master with being a
thief, he reminded him that he had not long
before discharged one of his assistants for
being honest. "Had I been as honest,"
said he, doubtless you would long ago
have discharged me."
The fear of this circumstance being
brought out in a court of justice, prevented
Mr. Woods from prosecuting this young


man, which, indeed, so far as the property
was concerned, would have been useless.
It was gone irrecoverably.
Besides this, as Joe afterwards learned,
the same lady came again to the shop after
the lapse of a few days. Looking round as
she entered, and not seeing him, she in-
quired if he was at hand, as she wished to
make some purchases, and would like to be
served by him. Mr. Woods replied that he
had left his employment.
"May I ask why he left ?" said the lady.
Well, the truth is," said Mr. Woods,
somewhat confused, "he did not exactly
suit me, and I thought it better we should
I regret that. He was civil and oblig-
ing, and very honest; and I thought I
would like to deal with him. Can you tell
me where he has gone ?"
That I do not know," said Mr. Woods,
a little nettled. "I have no idea where he
is gone."


"I am sorry you feel so little interest in
him. I hope he was not discharged because
I did not purchase that article from him the
other day ?"
"Madam," said Mr. Woods, bowing
stiffly, that is my concern."
"Of course it is," replied the lady;
"and it is mine to deal with those I can
So saying, she left the shop.



OE returned to his old quarters with
a heavy heart: yet he felt com-
forted by the thought that he had
acted uprightly. He could appeal to God
for his integrity. He was convinced, be-
sides, that, conducted as Mr. Woods' busi-
ness was, he could not have remained long
in his employment.
After he had related the affair to Mrs.
Johnson, he was cheered by finding that she
took a most encouraging view of his case.
Don't fear," she said; you're suffering
for well-doing, and I'm confident the good
Lord will soon appear for you. You will
get a far better situation than that before
long. Who knows but that God is about
to place you in some important position;
for them that He exalts He prepares for it


by first bringing through trial. Don't you
remember how Joseph was hated and perse-
cuted by his brethren, and sold for a slave,
and cast into prison; and how all that was
intended to prepare him for being ruler
over the land of Egypt? If he had been
willing to do wrong, he might have escaped
the trial, but then he wouldn't have had the
honour, and his name would never have
been heard of. And Moses, too, hadn't lie
to flee into the wilderness and become a
keeper of sheep, before he was made leader
of the children of Israel? So never fear,
lad. I can see that God is leading you by
a right way. I hope you'll always stand up
for truth and right, and thus be a good
soldier of Jesus Christ."
Mrs. Johnson now carried out a design
she had formed some time before. This
was to learn something of Joe's religious
history. With the zeal characteristic of the
body with which she was connected, she
felt interested in his spiritual welfare. She


had come to the conclusion that he was
truly and deeply pious, and was glad to find
that he had been trying to make himself
useful in a Sunday-school. But she was
anxious to know something of his experi-
ence, and especially if he had passed through
a season of deep spiritual awakening and
anxiety, and could tell the very day and
hour when, as she expressed it, "the Lord
had met with him." She, therefore, gra-
dually brought the conversation round to
that point, and then asked him when he had
been converted to God.
Now, Joe was not unwilling, when asked,
to give a reason for "the hope that was in
him." He therefore replied, "I have al-
ways, as far back as I can remember, been
interested in good things. Even when a
child I used to feel my heart drawn to the
Saviour. When my mother would tell me
of His love in dying on the cross for our
sins, I would often feel as if I could not
help loving Him who so loved me."


But you know," said she, Jesus says,
'Ye must be born again.' Now there must
be a time when that change takes place;
and it's a blessed thing when one can look
back and remember the very hour when the
Lord brought him to Himself. I remem-
ber it well in my own case. I hadn't
altogether neglected religion, but I never
felt anything of its power till one day
I was hearing Mr. Wesley. He was
preaching about Christ as the Lamb of
God that taketh away the sin of the world.
Most plainly and earnestly did. he set forth
Christ as the only Saviour, and warn us to
flee from the wrath to come. Under that
sermon I felt my sins as I never did before.
They were like a mountain-load, pressing me
down to perdition. But I cried mightily to
the Lord, and He heard me. I saw that
Christ had taken away my sins. I was en-
abled to believe on Him with all my heart,
and I felt so glad that I could almost have
danced for joy. Ever since then I've felt
myself a new creature."


Joe listened with great interest to this
In reply, he said, "I've never had a
work on my heart so powerful as that; but
I've often felt very deeply my sinfulness and
guilt before a pure and just God, and that I
had no righteousness in myself in which I
could appear at His bar. I feel, however,
that I can trust in Jesus, and look to Him
as my righteousness. This hymn, which
I've just been reading, expresses my feel-

Rock of ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy wounded side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure,
Save from wrath and make me pure.

Could my tears for ever flow,
Could my zeal no languor know,
These for sin could not atone
Thou must save, and Thou alone '
SIn my hand no price I bring,
Simply to Thy cross I cling. '",


While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eyes shall close in death,
When I rise to worlds unknown,
And behold Thee on Thy throne:
Rock of ages, cleft for-me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.'
"There have been times, though," he con-
tinued, when I've had deeper and more
powerful feelings. I remember about two
years ago, when I had been reading the song
about the worthiness of the Lamb that was
slain, that I had such a sense of the infinite
loveliness and excellence of Christ as I never
had before. I longed to be with Him, and
like Him, and felt there could be no happi-
ness equal to that of serving Him. And I
am sure, Mrs. Johnson, I do desire to follow
Christ, and to be faithful to Him, and to do
something to spread the knowledge of His
Mrs. Johnson was affected by the fervency
with which Joe expressed himself.
. Well," said she, I do believe the. good
Lord has drawn you to Himself. Not that


I doubted it before, but I feel somehow
more satisfied about it now, after this con-
versation. Oh, how I wish that my good
man were. converted. I've sometimes great
fears about him."
But," said Joe, "he's interested in good
things, and likes to talk about them. He
joins with you in prayer, and goes with you
to chapel. He's a good man, I'm sure of
that. From the way in which he expresses
himself to me, I have no doubt that he's
trusting in Jesus, and loves Him. I'm con-
fident he would rather die than deny Him."
"I believe he would," said his wife;
"and that's a comfort. Perhaps I'm wrong
in expecting that he's to be led just in the
way in which I've been led myself. You
seem to have been under the teaching of
God's Spirit almost since you were born. I
do have a hope that my good man is under
His teaching now."
Mrs. Johnson, some time after this, be-
came fully satisfied as to her husband being
a Christian.


OE had rather a long time of trial, for
though he made many inquiries,
and put forth every kind of effort
he could think of, several weeks elapsed
before he could find another situation. But
the time of deliverance came. One day he
had stepped into Guildhall, and was taking
a look at Gog and Magog, when, on turning
round, he caught the eye of a gentleman,
who seemed to be waiting for some one.
Joe was struck with the benevolence that
seemed pictured in his countenance, and,
obeying an impulse which seized him at
the moment, he ventured to address him.
Please, sir," said he, touching his hat
"could you help me to find a situation?"
The gentlemen stopped, and looking


kindly down on Joe, asked where he hadl
come from.
Joe told him that he had come from the
country, and had been three years in the
employment of a grocer and draper.
"Three years," said the gentleman,
"three years; that's a considerable time.
Why, then, did you leave ? "
Joe looked confused, for he had still a
dread of mentioning the circumstance. But
he could not refuse to reply, and so, out it
I was drawn, sir, to be a soldier, but I
felt I couldn't be a soldier, and so before
the notice was served on me, I got away.
My master quite approved of my going;
and here is the character he sent me, if you
will be so kind as look at it."
A capital character; a very good cha-
racter, indeed," said the gentleman, after
reading it. "This ought to get you a good
place. But why could you not go and help
to fight the French? What if that fellow


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"The gentleman stopped, and looking kindly doon on Joe, asked vhere
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Buonaparte should come over here, as he
"I don't quite understand these matters,"
said Joe, "but I hope I shall always be
ready to do my duty. I don't feel, how-
ever, that I'm fitted to be a soldier."
"Well, my lad, perhaps you have done
quite right in trying to get away. I dare
say I would have done the same thing my-
self had I been in your shoes. So I can't
blame you. But have you had nothing
to do since you came to London?"
Joe told him that he had been in a situa-
tion for a few days, but had been discharged,
and the gentleman managed to draw from
him a statement of the facts of the case.
He was pleased with Joe's evident reluc-
tance to mention what would bring discredit
on another, even though that other had ill-
used himself. At length he said,-
"Well, my lad, I will try and do some-
thing for you. I do not know of any
situation at present, but in a few days I


may hear of one. You can call on me at
ten o'clock to-morrow morning," he added,
giving Joe his card, on which was written
the name of Meredith.
Joe did not fail to call punctually at the
time appointed at Mr. Meredith's office.
That gentleman questioned him a little
more fully as to his past history, and then,
taking his address, told him he would be on
the look-out for him, and would send for
him as soon as anything suitable offered.
Have a little patience," he said; "I
see you are willing to work, and you'll have
a place before long."
Several days passed. At length came a
note, bidding him call. "I have heard of a
situation said Mr. Meredith, but I do not
know if it is just what you would like.
You may go, however, this very hour, if you
will, into a wholesale silk house, in St. Paul's
Churchyard, as light porter. This house
does a large business through the country,
and employs many hands; and there's a


fine opportunity for a young fellow like
you to get on. If you are steady and
active and trustworthy, and show yourself
fit for a better post, it will not be many
months before a better will be found for you.
Mr. Bridge, the head of the firm, is a good
judge of character, and I have no doubt he
will have his eye on you."
Joe's countenance glistened with delight.
He expressed his great thankfulness, and said
that he would most gladly take the situa-
"Well, then," said Mr. Meredith, "take
this note, and be off at once. You have
now got your foot on the first step of the
ladder. See if you can climb to the top."
Joe was not many minutes in making his
way to St. Paul's Churchyard, and delivering
the note. Mr. Bridge, who looked a thorough
man of business, seemed pleased with his
appearance. On learning that he would
prefer living with his friends, he told him
what wages he would have at first, and sent


a clerk to show him his post, and instruct
him in its duties.
Joe soon found that he had enough to
occupy him. He was set to work at first
among the bales and parcels of goods that
were constantly either arriving or being sent
off. He had to assist in packing and un-
packing, and to make a careful entry of each
in a book kept for the purpose. He was
responsible for this being done correctly.
These duties were discharged by him for
some months most diligently, and to the
entire satisfaction of his employers. All
had gone well. Once or twice, when a
package had gone astray, he was able to
give a good account of it so far as it had
been in his charge. Then he was punctual;
never absent from his post; and always
ready, when not otherwise occupied, to lend
a helping hand to those around him. All
that he did was marked by method and order.
No slovenliness, or carelessness even, was
apparent. There was no bustle in his way


of going about things, but a quiet and steady
activity. He was always up to his work
never behindhand.
After some months, the senior porter
leaving, Joe was unexpectedly put into his
place. His own situation thus became
vacant. He immediately applied for it for
his brother, and was able to give so good an
account of him that he was at once requested
to send for him. About a year after, his
younger brother came into the house in the
same way.
By this time Joe was taken into the upper
warehouse and employed as a salesman.
He soon proved himself to be thoroughly
competent for this department, and after
about four years more, no one in the house
was more efficient or trusted than he.
There was still one post, however, in con-
nection with the business which he was
anxious to fill. He wished to be put on
the staff of travellers, of which the house
kept several. So he ventured to propose it
to Mr. Bridge. G 2


I think, sir," he said to him one day,
when they had been talking over some
matters of business, "I could do some good
i ork for you on the road."
Mr. Bridge smiled. Why," said he,
you seem bent on filling every post which
our house can offer. You began at the
bottom, and now, within seven years, you've
found your way nearly to the top."
You invited me up, and what could I do
but obey ?" said Joe, pleasantly.
Ah, but we should not have invited you
up had you not shown that you could serve
us better up than you could down. But as
to the matter of your travelling, I find
Spence is leaving, and you can take the
next journey for him. If you do as well
on the road as you have done in the house,
we shall all be satisfied."
Mr. Martin (as he was now called, and as
we must henceforth name him) in due time
set out. It was usual in those days for
commercial travellers to journey on horse-


back, with saddle-bags, containing patterns
of the goods of which they wished to dis-
pose. Mr. Martin, who generally took time
by the forelock, completed the first stage of
his journey early the same afternoon. His
predecessor, in such a case, would have rest-
ed for the night, and attended to business
on the following day. But this did not ac-
cord with the views of Mr. Martin. He set
to work at once, saw his customers, received
his orders, and sent off his letters by that
evening's post. The heads of the firm were
agreeably surprised by receiving, on the fol-
lowing morning, the orders with which he
had been commissioned, which proved very
The same promptitude and despatch cha-
racterized the whole of his procedure during
this tour," as it was called. He got through
it in much less time than was usual, at much
less expense, and yet did a greater amount
of business.
For several years he was thus engaged in


connection with the house of Bridge & Co.
In their employment he visited the chief
towns in England, and even penetrated into
Scotland. In this way he acquired an ex-
tensive knowledge of the business, and be-
came favourably known to many of the
leading houses in the trade.
During these tours, moreover, he made it
a point to gain what knowledge he could of
the goods in which he traded, the character
and qualities of the raw material, and the
processes connected with its manufacture.
This, indeed, had been his practice all along.
Without making himself intrusive, he had
always sought to learn as much as possible
about the different articles that came under
his hand. He had naturally a good eye
and a delicate touch, and he trained these
faculties to a high degree of perfection,
and thus became an excellent judge. He
was constantly consulted, therefore, as to
the quality and value of goods, and was
often sent to Paris and elsewhere to make


It is hardly necessary to say, that during
these years his salary had been very greatly
increased. He was now in the receipt of an
income so large that we hardly like to men-
tion its amount. His brothers, too, had
been advanced along with him.
During this interval, his father had died
rather unexpectedly, but full of the faith
and hope of the gospel. He had, therefore,
taken a house in the neighbourhood of Lon-
don, and brought up his mother and sister
from the country. They lived in great com-
fort, and even in what some would have
called wealth. But he was not spending all
on himself, as the reader will by-and-by
It may be well to mention here, however,
that in his prosperity he did not forget his
old friends, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson. For
him, after a time, he found a situation, for
which he gladly resigned the coach-box
and whip, and in which, aided by what he
already possessed, both were well provided


for to the end of their days. He often
visited them.
"I cannot forget," he said to them on
one of those occasions, "that, when I was a
stranger, you took me in."
There was no merit in that," said Mrs.
Johnson; "we lost nothing by you. You
always paid your way most liberally."
"But I feel I can never repay you for
your friendship," said he, "at a time when,
without it, I had been friendless indeed."

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HE reader will hardly be surprised
to hear that in order to retain his
services, Messrs. Bridge & Co.
eventually offered Mr. Martin a share in
their business, which was remarkably pros-
perous; and, had it not been for the sake
of his two brothers, who were in the house
along with him, he would probably have at
once agreed to the proposal. But the three
could not be received as partners; he
thought it better, therefore, that they should
begin business together, on their own
A way had been opened for this some
time before. A large house in the north of
England, with which Mr. Martin had often
done business, wished to have a branch in
London. Not being able to see, however,


how to accomplish this satisfactorily, Mr.
Noble, the leading partner in the establish-
ment, said to him on one occasion-
"Why is it, Mr. Martin, that you don't
begin business for yourself? You would be
sure to get on. You don't intend to be on
the road all your days ?"
"I hope not; but I must see my way
clearly before I venture. It would require a
large capital to begin in the silk trade."
What would you say to beginning a
commission business in London? We have
been anxious to open a:branch of our estab-
lishment in the great city, but there is some
difficulty about doing it. I do not see how
any one of us could be spared from head-
quarters at present. But if you would do
what I propose, we would give up all thought
of it. We would send our goods to you, and
you would dispose of them for us. I know
there are other houses who would gladly
employ you in. the same way, and for a com-
mission business a large capital would not be


Mr. Martin was struck by this proposal,
and said he would consult his brothers
regarding it.
The result was that premises were taken,
and the firm of Martin Brothers was estab-
lished. The business gradually took root
and made steady progress. No pains were
spared. For a number of years Mr. Martin
himself travelled on account of it, and from
his large experience and extensive acquaint-
ance with houses of business, and also from
the perfect confidence which all who knew
him felt in his integrity, he soon succeeded
in forming a safe and extensive and most
valuable connection. After a few years, there
was hardly a city or town of any size in the
country in which business was not done with
the firm of Martin Brothers. Large as their
business became, it might have become much
larger, had not Mr. Martin made it an es-
sential point that what they did should be
safe. "Small profits and no risks, if pos-
sible," was his motto. He declined, there-


fore, to do business with any excepting those
in whom he had the fullest confidence. In
this way be doubtless lost some who would
have proved valuable customers, but he es-
caped many losses and avoided much of that
anxiety which must otherwise have been his
lot. He felt also that by pursuing this
course, his mind would be more free to at-
tend to the duties of piety and the claims
of the cause of God.


ITHIN about a mile of Mr. Martin's
residence there was an extensive
population, chiefly of the humbler
classes, and he was often grieved, in passing
that way on a Sunday afternoon, to see
large groups of fine, sturdy, healthy-looking
children, playing riotously about, no one
seemingly caring for their welfare. On a
Sunday morning, nearly all the shops were
open, and hundreds engaged in buying and
selling. Those sacred hours seemed to be
the chief time for business. There was only
one place of worship, which was but thinly
attended, and there were no schools of any
kind for the poor. The schoolmaster was
not abroad in those days as he is now, and
Christians were only beginning to awaken
to a consciousness of the vastness of the
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work to be done, and of their own obliga-
tion to engage in it.
Mr. Martin had, some time before, been
led to take an interest in Christian missions
in India and in the South Sea Islands. He
began now to question whether it was con-
sistent in him to contribute and labour and
pray for the conversion of heathen abroad,
while there were heathen almost at his own
door entirely neglected. Here was a moral
wilderness close at hand that might be
cultivated; a desert of humanity which,
through the Divine blessing, might be made
to rejoice and blossom as the rose.
Can nothing be done for that neighbour-
hood?" said he one day to Mr. Manley,
the pastor of the Church with which he was
connected. It does not seem right to be
sending missionaries to the ends of the
earth to spread the gospel there, while home
is so fearfully neglected. Why, here are
hundreds of young minds and hearts to which
we can have access, and in which we might


sow the seeds of truth and goodness. But
at present, so far as we have concerned our-
selves about them, they are given up to the
dominion of ignorance and vice. Could not
a few friends be got together, who would
try and gather the young on a Sunday
morning or afternoon, and give them some
instruction ?"
No doubt the thing can be done," re-
plied Mr. Manley, provided only you will
be leader in the enterprise. I know some,
at least, who will be delighted to join you
in so good a work."
Well, then," said Mr. Martin, if you
will bring them together on an early even-
ing to talk over the matter, I will, in the
meanwhile, be making inquiries."
No sooner said than done. On the fol-
lowing day Mr. Martin learned that a large
room which had been used as a workshop,
and could be fitted up at little expense,
might be had for the purpose. He con-
versed also with some of the people, and


found that they were willing, not only to
send their own children, but also to try to
induce their neighbours to do the same.
He, therefore, at once engaged the room,
and sent in workmen to put it in order.
On the evening of that day, he met with
a few congenial spirits who were all eager-
ness to engage in some work of Christian
benevolence. They only required a leader.
They were ready to follow.
It must be remembered that in those days
the Sunday-school movement was only be-
ginning, and that in connection with many
Christian Churches nothing had yet been
done. Mr. Martin's proposal, therefore,
was rather a novel one to some of the good
people who had assembled; they were some-
what startled by it, and thought they saw
lions in the way. It was astonishing, how-
ever, how quickly they disappeared, on be-
ing looked boldly in the face.
"How do you propose to conduct the
school ? asked one.


"On each occasion it would certainly be
opened and closed with singing and prayer,"
replied Mr. Martin; and I am glad to find
that as to the singing there will be no diffi-
culty. One of our young friends is well able
to raise a tune, and even to lead a congrega-
tion. I am sure he will endeavour to make
the singing lively. We must then try to
find out what the children know, and arrange
them into classes accordingly, each teacher
having from six to eight under his care."
But what are we to teach them ? asked
another. "Numbers of them are unable to
read. Must we begin them at the A, B, C ?"
Of course, in a Sunday-school, the lesson-
book must be the Bible. Our aim being to
bring them to Christ, we must endeavour to
instruct them in its truths. Each teacher
will try to speak to them as simply and
affectionately as he can about Jesus; about
the loveliness of His character and the lov-
ing-kindness of His heart, and thus seek
to bring them into His fold. As for those


who cannot read, I do not see why we should
hesitate, even on the Sunday, to instruct
To this some demurred; they thought it
not quite the work for the Lord's-day. It
would be better, they suggested, that one or
two evenings during the week should be de-
voted to teaching them reading, writing, and
arithmetic as well.
Mr. Martin rejoiced to hear this proposal.
It was just what he wished, and he at once
fell in with it.
Another asked, "Do you think, sir, we
can manage to get them to come tolerably
clean ? Some of those children are shockingly
I have mentioned this," said Mr. Martin,,
"to those of the parents I have conversed
with, and they have promised to see to it.
But much may be done by the teacher. He
must show his disapproval of untidiness, and
not hesitate to send a child to the pump,
should it be necessary."


"How about order? They are terribly
unruly. Do you think we shall be able to
manage them easily ? "
"As to that, I have no doubt that with
the exercise of a little patience and kindness,
we shall have no difficulty. Much will de-
pend on the teachers. They must be firm,
while they are gentle. Such children are
managed in other places: we shall be able
to manage them here."
Many other points were discussed, but it
is unnecessary to mention them. Suffice it
to say, that every difficulty was got over.
Mr. Martin then informed them of the
inquiries he had been making. He told
them that he had learned, on conversing
with a few of the people, that there was a
great desire among them that something
should be done for their children, and that
if a school were but opened, they would
flock into it for instruction. He told them
that he had engaged a suitable room and
was having it put in order, and that on the


following Sunday all would be in readiness.
" I will be glad," said he, "along with
any friends who may be disposed to assist,
to bear the expense of rent, books, etc., so
that there will be no difficulty, so far as
funds are concerned."
"You must be our superintendent, Mr.
Martin," said one of the company. If
you are but willing to take that post, I
think there will be no difficulty as to our
following your guidance."
"If it be necessary, I am willing," said
Mr. Martin. "I will take that or any
other post you please to assign me; only let
us set to work without delay."
The Divine blessing had been earnestly
invoked on this meeting, and those assembled
came to a unanimous decision. On the fol-
lowing Sunday they began operations. About
forty children were then got together. The
number gradually increased till the room
was filled both morning and afternoon. It
was opened also on several evenings during


the week when gratuitous instruction in the
common elements of education was given to
those who wished it.
This institution was conducted with great
steadiness and efficiency, and was repeatedly
enlarged. It led, after some years, to the
building of a place of worship, and to the
establishment, in connection with it, of large
week-day and Sunday-schools. To these
objects Mr. Martin largely contributed, and
through life he was their main support.
They were never suffered to languish for
want of funds. His noble liberality stirred
up others to contribute, and, to the present
day, this cause survives and flourishes, bless-
ing the neighbourhood in which it is planted,
and is likely to do so for generations yet to.
We shall not attempt to enumerate the
different benevolent and religious institutions
which were aided by the Christian liberality
and zeal of Mr. Martin. They were very
numerous. As his means increased, his


bounty flowed the more freely. Much was
done by him privately. Many a sufferer was
relieved by him, who never knew from whence
the relief came. Many a munificent dona-
tion, which, during his life, could never be
traced to its source, was afterwards found to
have come from him.
Doubtless one thing that led to his extra-
ordinary liberality was the circumstance of
his having no family. He never married.
He had determined that he never would
marry while his mother lived, to whom he
was most warmly attached; and she survived
to a good old age. After her removal, there
was still his sister to manage his household
affairs. And then such a troop of nephews
and nieces, the children of his brothers,
grew up around him, that, as he often said,
he had family enough in them.

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R. MARTIN was not to end his days
in London. He often felt a long-
ing for the scenes of his early life,
and he knew it would gratify his mother
to spend her last days amidst them. But
he had formed no plan. Looking through
a newspaper, howcvcr, he accidentally ob-
served an advertisement intimating the sale,
by public auction, on a certain day, of the
estate on which he Was born.
After consulting with his brothers, he
determined to purchase it: and as no time
was to be lost, the sale being fixed for an
early date, he journeyed thither at once.
IIe was not too soon. The sale was be-
ginning as he entered the room. Those
who had assembled were surprised to hear


a stranger who, as they thought, had never
visited the property, and could therefore
hardly know anything of its value, begin-
ning to bid as a purchaser.
The competition was keen. Some of the
proprietors of neighboring estates were
there, wishing to add this little one to their
As the price went up, the stranger con-
tinued to bid. Higher and higher mounted
the figure that was offered, till at length
Mr. Martin was left with only a single com-
This was a stout gentleman about his own
age, who had evidently set his heart on
having it. He was getting exceedingly fid-
gety. Mr. Martin could recognize in him
the eldest son of Squire Gordon, of former
times. He had known him when they both
were boys; but Gordon was so far above
him in position, that little Joe had never
been invited, nor could he have ventured to
intrude himself, into his society. Some-

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