I will tell you an affecting story about a young lad by the name of

Emerson Terry, who lived in Hartford, Ct. He was very kind to the

poor, and could never see the sufferings of his fellow beings without

making an effort for their relief. Here is one instance of his

kindness and liberality:

While he resided in Bristol, his father, Dr. Terry, took little

Emerson with him to ride into Hartford that he might
see the city.

Emerson had one dollar, and it was the first dollar he ever earned. He

took the dollar with him, thinking to buy something with it in the

city. While they were riding along on the way, they overtook a poor

fugitive slave seeking his freedom in the North. Mr. Terry kindly took

the wayfaring man into his carriage when the poor man related to him

his sufferings and poverty, and also his trust in God. Young Emerson's

heart was touched, when, of his own accord, he drew out his _first_

and _only_ dollar and gave it to the poor fugitive. When he returned

home he told his mother what he had done, with a satisfaction that

indicated his pleasure in being able to relieve a suffering stranger.

How noble was this act. He felt willing to forego the pleasure of

spending his dollar for himself, for any pleasing toys that he might

help a poor wanderer on the earth. When he was fifteen years of age,

he was drowned in the Connecticut river. He was beloved and respected

by a large circle of acquaintance. He was noted for his kind

disposition, tender feelings, and lovely spirit. He sleeps in peace,

and we all hope to meet him in heaven.