"I thought the matter over, and then took a sovereign from my carefully hoarded savings and bought the boy a stout warm suit of blue cloth. He was so grateful that I felt repaid for my sacrifice. But the next day he didn't come to work. I met his mother on the street and asked her the reason.
"'Why, Mr. Lipton,' she said, curtsying, 'Jimmie looks so respectable, thanks to you, sir, that I thought I would send him around town today to see if he couldn't get a better job.'"
"Good morning, ma'am," began the temperance worker. "I'm collecting for the Inebriates' Home and—"
"Why, me husband's out," replied Mrs. McGuire, "but if ye can find him anywhere's ye're welcome to him."
Charity is a virtue of the heart, and not of the hands.—Addison.
You find people ready enough to do the Samaritan, without the oil and twopence.—Sydney Smith.