Do not be hardened.

Recollect it is to provide medicine for the sick." "I can't do it," he replied.

"You should be shankful for what you get." His motive in offering her the dollar, was not from a charitable feeling, it was only to get rid of a beggar.
"Oh God!" she groaned, rising from her knees, and resting her elbow on an iron safe near by.

"Have you a heart ?" she exclaimed wildly, "I tell you my child is ill, perhaps at this moment dying, aid me! aid me! Do not turn away a miserable mother from your door to witness her child die through destitution, when it is in your power to relieve its sufferings, and save it, so that it may live to be a blessing and solace to me.

If not for my sake, if not for the sake of the child, let me appeal to you for charity, for the sake of him, who is now imprisoned in a foreign dungeon.