THE YOUTH’S CABINET.

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A Scene in Boston.

HALF score or more Irish women
have lately taken their stands at
the Park-street corner of the
Mall, where, with a few oranges

and other fruits, placed upon some tem-
porary tables, they remain from morning
until night, perhaps clearing from their
small sales from one to two shillings per
day. They are mostly old women, who
can do nothing else for a living, and are
patronized more from charity than from
the tempting appearance of their goods.
One day, not long since, one of these
old women, being quite ill from exposure
to the sun, and probably from want of
some proper nourishment, was forced to
leave her stand, and seat herself against
the iron railings of the commen in the
shade, A little bright-eyed girl of thir-
teen summers, saw her limp to the spot,
and also observed the anxious eye of the
old woman directed towards the little
store of oranges, nuts, and candy. “ Nev-
er mind those, ma’am,” she said, “ll go
and sit there till you are better, and sell
for you.”
The little miss, dressed with much taste
and richness, with an air that indicated
most unmistakably the class to which she
belonged, sat down on the rough box, be-
hind the Irish woman's stand, assuming
all the importance of a young saleswoman.
She had never sold anything before in
her life; but people began to stop and
wonder what it meant, to see the fair and
beautiful child in that singular situation.
The story was soon told by the by-
standers, who had only to point to the
poor woman. In a moment every one
was seized with a very extraordinary de-
sire for an orange, a handful of nuts, or

 

some candy; and our little beauty could
hardly serve them fast enough. Many,
utterly refusing any change, gave her a
ninepence, a dime, or a sixpence for a
penny’s worth of nuts or candy. It was

all accomplished very quickly, though the

little girl was somewhat disconcerted, and

had to be encouraged by a whisper, now

and then, from one who need not be

named, for she was not accustomed to a
crowd, .
The table was soon swept, and we saw
her pass her tiny hand full of silver to
the poor woman, who thus realized treble
the value of her small stock, and called
on half the saints of the calendar to bless
the kind-hearted child—Merry’s Museum.

Generosity of an Elder Brother.

N ingenious artist, for want of em-

ployment, was reduced to great
A distress, and applied to his elder

brother, who was in good circum-
stances, and begged some little hovel to
live in, and some provisions for his sup-
port. His brother was melted to tears;
“You, my dear brother,” said he, “ you
live in a hovel! You are a man; you
are an honor to the family, and I am
nothing. You shall take the house and
estate, and I shall be your guest, if you
please.” The two brothers lived thus af-
fectionately together, as if it had been
common property, till the death of the
elder put the artist in possession of the
whole. How happy every family of bro-
thers would be, if they would thus share
with each other all they have! It would
save all disputing about mine and thine,