She goes dressed in faded black, and has a son, to whom, for wise purposes of course, it pleased Him to deny a full measure of ordinary sense ?" "Poll Doolin, sir, the old child-cadger, and her foolish son, Raymond of the hats." "Don't say foolish, Sam; don't say foolish--we know not well what the true difference between wisdom and folly is, nor how much wisdom is manifested in the peculiar state of this person.

We know not, indeed, whether what we blindly, perhaps, term folly, may not be a gift to be thankful for.

You know the Word says, that the wisdom of man is foolishness before God.

Our duty therefore is, to be thankful and humble." "Well, sir; but about Poll Doolin, the child-cadger ?" "Child-cadger! that is a term I don't understand, Sam." "Why, sir, it means a woman who carries--" "Sam, hold; if it be associated with human frailty, it is best left unspoken.

The woman, however, be she what she may--and I know not what she is--but that she is a responsible being--a partaker of our common nature, and is entitled to our sympathy.