MR. LAWSON, the tailor, was considered a very good member of
society. He was industrious, paid what he owed, was a kind husband
and father and a pleasant and considerate neighbour. He was,
moreover, attached to the church, and, by his brethren in the faith,
considered a pious and good man. And, to say the truth, Mr. Lawson
would compare favourably with most people.

One day as Mr. Lawson stood at his cutting board, shears in hand, a
poorly dressed young woman entered his shop, and approaching him,
asked, with some embarrassment and timidity, if he had any work to
give out.

"What can you do?" asked the tailor, looking rather coldly upon his
visitor.

"I can make pantaloons and vests," replied the girl.

"Have you ever worked for the merchant tailors?"

"Yes, sir, I worked for Mr. Wright."

"Hasn't he any thing for you to do?"

"No, not just now. He has regular hands who always get the
preference."