to the boy, but took him over to the baker's
shop; as they walked along he could not help repeating aloud a verse
or two of that beautiful hymn so deservedly the favorite of all
children:

"Not more than others I deserve,
Yet God hath given me more;
For I have food while others starve,
Or beg from door to door."

The little boy looked up in his face, saying, "Why, sir, that's the
very hymn which Jemmy Stock gave me a penny for learning." Stock
made no answer, but put a couple of threepenny loaves into his hand
to carry home, and told him to call on him again at such a time in
the following week.

HOW MR. STOCK CONTRIVED TO BE CHARITABLE WITHOUT ANY EXPENSE.

Stock had abundant subject for meditation that night. He was puzzled
what to do with the boy. While he was carrying on his trade upon
borrowed money, he did not think it right to give any part of that
money, to assist the idle, or even help the distressed. "I must be
just," said he, "before I am generous." Still he could not bear to
see this fine boy given up to a certain ruin. He did not think it
safe to take him into his shop in his present ignorant, unprincipled
state. At last he hit upon this thought: I work for myself twelve
hours in the day. Why shall I not work one hour or two for this boy
in the evening? It will be but for a year, and I shall then have
more right to do what I please. My money will then be my own: I
shall have paid my debts.

So he began to put his resolution in practice that very night,
sticking to his old notion of not putting off till to-morrow what
should be done to-day: and it was thought he owed much of his
success in life, as well as his growth in goodness, to this little
saying: "I am young and healthy," said he, "one hour's work more
will do me no harm; I will set aside all I get by these over-hours,
and put the boy to school. I have not only no right to punish this
child for the sins of his father, but I consider that though God
hated those sins, he has made them to be instrumental to my
advancement."

Tommy Williams called at the time appointed. In the mean time Mr.
Stock's maid had made him a neat little suit of clothes of an old
coat of her master's. She had also knit him a pair of stockings, and
Mr. Stock made him sit down in the shop, while he fitted him with a
pair of new shoes. The maid having washed and dressed him, Stock
took him by the hand, and walked along with him to the parish
poor-hou