BLESS HIS HEART.

Dunstan Times, Issue 1084, 9 March 1883, Page 3

BLESS HIS HEART.

In a very elegant palace car- entered a weary-faced, poorly-dressed woman will three little children, one a babe in hw arms. A look of joy crept into her face she self eel down into one of the luxurious chairs, but it was soon dispelled as she was asked rudely to “start her boot.” A smile of amusement was seen on several faces as the frightened group hurried out In enter one of -the common cars. Upon one young face, however, there was a look which shamed the countenance of theothers. “ Aunty,” said the boy to the lady beside him, “I am going to carry my basket of fruit and this box of sandwiches to tec • poor woman in the next car. You are . willing, of course,” He spoke eagerly, but she answered “ Don't bo foolish, dear ; you may no -d them yourself, and perhaps the woman is • an impostor.”. “ Yo, I'll not ncc 1 Lira,” he answered, decidedly, but in a very low'tone. “You know I bad a hearty breakfast," and dfm’t ‘ need a lunch. The woman looked hungry, • auntie, and so tired, too, with those three little babies clinging to her, I'll be back in a minute, auntie ; I know mother wouldn’t like it it I didn’t speak a kind word to the least of these when 1 meet, them.” The world/ aunt brushed a tear from her eye after the boy left her, and sai i, audibly, “dust like his dear mother.” About live minutes later, as the 1 vly passed the mother and the three children, ■ she saw a pretty sight—the family feasting, as perhaps they had never done before. , The dainty sandwiches were eagerly eaten, the fruit basket-stood open. The oldest child, with her mouth filled with bread an’ butter, said “Was the pretty bu - . an angel, mamma?” “ XT,,” answered the mother, and a grateful look brightened her faded eyes, “but ho is doing angel’s work, bless his dear heart ! ” And wo, too, said, “Bless Ms dear heart! ”