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soine poor family, and give it to them, as it would do no one any good, if he cast himself into the river with the money. He soon found a poor dwelling that bespoke poverty within; he entered it, and there he beheld the mother of the family stretched on a bed of sickness, and some six children in rags, and crying for bread. He gave them his purse of gold, and immediately their tears of sorrow were transformed into tears of joy ; and their gratitude was so ardent and simple to their benefactor, as to fill his heart with joy and peace, and he exclaimed, “I did not before know that there was so much happiness in doing good. I abandon the idea of killing myself, and will devote the remnant of my life to doing good.” He did so, and was much distinguished for his deeds of benevolence


Amid the repeated cheers of his audience, he related several anecdotes connected with his own experience, whilst Inspector of the prison in Philadelphia. He said he trusted the apparent egotism would be excused, because his motive in speaking in his own name was merely to give authenticity to the anecdotes, and to aic a good cause by the testimony of his own expe rience.

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Mary Norris, a middle aged woman, who had been frequently re-committed to prison, on one occasion begged me to intercede for her, that she might get out. “I am afraid thou wouldst come back again,” said I.

Very likely ; I expect to be brought back soon,” she answered.

“ Then where will be the use of letting thee out?

“ I should like to go out,” said she." It would seemn good to feel free a little while, in the open air and the sunshine."

“But if thou enjoys liberty so much, why dost thy allow thyself to be brought back again?"

“ How can I help it ? When I go out of prison, nobody will employ me. No respectable people will let me come into their houses. I must go to such friends as I have. If they steal, or commit other offences, I shall be taken up with them. Whether I am guilty or not, is of no consequence ; nobody will believe me innocent. They will all say, 'She is an old convict-send her back to prison—that is the best place for her.' O, yes, I expect to come back

There is no use in my trying to do better.”

It touched my feelings to hear her speak thus ; and I said, “But if I could obtain steady employment for thee, where thou wouldst be treated kindly, and be paid for thy services, wouldst thou really try to behave well?


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Her countenance brightened, and she eagerly replied, " Indeed I would.

I used my influence to procure her dismissal, and succeeded in obtaining a good place for her, as head nurse in a hospital for the poor.

She remained there more than seventeeen years, and discharged the duties of her situation so faithfully, that she gained the respect and confidence of all who knew her.

I have aided and encouraged, I should think, as many as fifty young culprits, by means similar to those I have mentioned ; and it is a great satisfaction to me to be able to state to you that only two of these turned out badly.

In connection with these anecdotes, Friend Hopper said he could not help mentioning a subject, which often gave him great pain. He often saw in the papers, accounts of young people committed to prison for small offences ; in this way, their characters were blasted, and they often became reckless and desperate. If those who prosecuted on such occasions, would only make use of fatherly reproof, and friendly advice, and encouragement, he was confident that a very large portion of those delinquents might become useful and honored members of society.

THE RECLAIMED. Facts are constantly occurring which show the happy results of efforts made by the Ladies' Temperance Associations

The following is from a small sheet, entitled, * Truih is stronger than Fiction."

“ There is a chord, even in the most corrupt heart, that vibrates to kindness. Associated female influence can reform the most intemperate, and elevate the most degraded."

“ This poor, neglected, disappointed, homeless, and at last penniless wife and mother, had lived on, waiting and hoping the dawn of better days, until hope itself was dead. And as she felt despair, dark and gloomy, twining its folds about her heart, she aroused herself to break from its chilling embrace. But its dull shadow was on her path—the eye of sympathy and friendship lighted not its gloom-the voice of kindness or kindred penetrated not the deep stillness of her sorrow, and she said within herself, I shall at least taste forgetfulness in the dregs of the cup that has brought poverty and wretchedness. Need we tell the change that comes upon the heart, where despair, utter despair, has gained possession? Need we say the tender heart of the mother becomes stone ? and that without feeling, she sees her little ones, once her anxious care and pride, go forth beggars, to supply the cravings of a more than natural appetite? As this poor object of disappointed hope, now a victim of the intoxicating cup, listened for the first time to the voice of human sympathy, she raised her tall and emaciated figure to its utmost height, and gathering about her person the tattered remains of her one garment, as gazing in

tensely into the face of her visitor, she said, • What is life to me? I have tasted them all, and what is left ? Once I had a mother-once I had a home, a husband and children. I know the end of my course—it is death. But how can I live ? No-no-day by day I take my death draught, and the night of the grave will soon close over my sorrow.'

“ Not many weeks had elapsed since the fearful interview just narrated took place, when a respectable, well-dressed female was observed on her way to the city, from a neighboring village, with a little child, towards whom she seemed to hold the responsible relation of nurse. After landing, she walked with her little charge towards the residence of Mrs.-

As she approached, the big tears fell rapidly, and the increasing paleness of her countenance showed deep emotion. But her's was joy and gratitude, so full and strong, that tears, not words, could tell their intensity. She comes to thank that Christian female who knew so well how to speak encouragement and hope to the comfortless and hopeless. “How sweet 'tis to visit with smiles on the brow, The cot of the poor that is desolate now To relieve the wo-stricken-nake glad the lone breast, Give joy to the heart-set its sorrows to rest."


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