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CHAPTER X.

CHARITY.

One evening as I was passing along @
street in Boston (in America,) I saw a poor
ragged fellow, known by the nante of Simple
Simon. He had in his face a look of melan-
choly, and. his clothes bespoke at once
poverty and neglect. He was in fact a harm-
less, helpless creature, having hardly common
sense, . and living for the most part upon.
charity. —