arks--is a sight to
behold; you know that he is happier there than he would be in a palace.

His labors with these youthful scapegraces around Cottage Place, during
the last fifteen years, would form one of the most instructive chapters
in the history of philanthropy. I have beheld him discoursing sweetly on
the truths of Christianity while a storm of missiles was coming through
the windows; in fact, during the early days of the meeting, the windows
were always barricaded with boards. The more violent the intruders were,
the more amiable, and at the same time, the more firm he became.

In fact, he never seemed so well satisfied as when the roughest little
"bummers" of the ward entered his Boys' Meeting. The virtuous and
well-behaved children did not interest him half so much. By a patience
which is almost incredible, and a steady kindness of years, he finally
succeeded in subduing these wild young vagrants, frequently being among
them every night of the week, holding magic-lantern exhibitions,
temperance meetings, social gatherings, and the like, till he really
knew them and attracted their sympathies. His cheerfulness was high when
the meeting grew into an Industrial School, where the little girls, who
perplexed him so, could be trained by female hands, and his happiness
was at its acme when the liberality of one or two gentlemen enabled him
to open a Reading-room for "the lambs." The enterprise was always an
humble one in appearance; but such were the genuineness and spirit of
humanity in it--the product of his sisters as well as himself--that it
soon met with kind support from various ladies and gentlemen, and now is
one of those lights in dark places which must gladden any observer of
the misery and crime of this city.

Mr. Macy's salvation in these exhausting and nerve-wearing efforts, and
divers others which I have not detailed, is his humor. I have seen him
take two lazy-looking young men, who had applied most piteously for
help, conduct them very politely to the door, and, pointing amiably to
the Third Avenue, say, "Now, my boys, just be kind enough to walk right
north up that avenue for one hundred miles into the, country, and you
will find plenty of work and food. Good-by! good-by!" The boys depart,
mystified.

Or a dirty little fellow presents himself in the office. "Please, sir, I
am an orphant, and I want a home!" Mr. Macy eyes him carefully; his
knowledge of _"paidology"_ has had many years to ripen in;