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+Title: The Runaway
+       The Adventures of Rodney Roverton
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+
+<hr />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1" href="#Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 362px;">
+<img src="images/img002.jpg" width="362" height="500" alt="pp. 29" title="pp. 29" />
+<span><a href='#Page_29'>pp. 29</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<hr />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2" href="#Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span></p>
+
+<h1 style="margin-bottom: 1.4em;">THE RUNAWAY;</h1>
+
+<p class="fm10">OR, THE</p>
+
+<p class="fm18">ADVENTURES OF RODNEY ROVERTON.</p>
+
+<p class="blockquot">
+"He cast his bundle on his back, and went,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.3em;">He knew not whither, nor for what intent;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.3em;">So stole our vagrant from his warm retreat,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.3em;">To rove a prowler, and be deemed a cheat."</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="cite"><span class="smcap">Crabbe.</span></p>
+
+<hr class="fm" />
+<p class="fm10">APPROVED BY THE COMMITTEE OF PUBLICATION.</p>
+<hr class="fm" />
+
+<p class="fm14">BOSTON:<br />
+NEW ENGLAND SABBATH SCHOOL UNION.<br />
+W. HEATH, 79 <span class="smcap">Cornhill</span>.</p>
+
+
+<hr />
+
+<p class="center"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3" href="#Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span>
+Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1852, by</p>
+
+<p class="center">
+<span class="smcap">William Heath</span>,</p>
+
+<p class="copy">
+In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts.
+</p>
+
+<p class="center">
+Stereotyped by<br />
+HOBART &amp; ROBBINS,<br />
+Boston.<br /></p>
+
+<hr />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4" href="#Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span></p>
+<h2>INTRODUCTION.</h2>
+
+
+<p>A truthful narrative, not a tale of fiction,
+is presented in the following chapters
+to our readers. All that the imagination
+has contributed to it has been the
+names of the actors,&mdash;true names having
+been withheld, lest, perhaps, friends
+might be grieved,&mdash;the filling up of the
+dialogues, in which, while thoughts and
+sentiments have been remembered, the
+verbiage that clothed them has been forgotten,
+and, in a few instances, the
+grouping together of incidents that actually
+occurred at wider intervals than here
+represented, for the sake of the unity of
+the story.</p>
+
+<hr />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5" href="#Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CONTENTS.</h2>
+
+<dl class="toc">
+<dt class="ph">&nbsp;</dt>
+<dd class="ph"><span class="smcap">page</span></dd>
+
+<dt>CHAPTER I.</dt>
+<dd><span class="smcap">rodney unhappy in a good home</span><a href="#Page_7" class="ralign">7</a></dd>
+
+<dt>CHAPTER II.</dt>
+<dd><span class="smcap">revolving and resolving</span><a href="#Page_18" class="ralign">18</a></dd>
+
+<dt>CHAPTER III.</dt>
+<dd><span class="smcap">rodney in new york</span><a href="#Page_26" class="ralign">26</a></dd>
+
+<dt>CHAPTER IV.</dt>
+<dd><span class="smcap">rodney finds a patron</span><a href="#Page_33" class="ralign">33</a></dd>
+
+<dt>CHAPTER V.</dt>
+<dd><span class="smcap">rodney in philadelphia</span><a href="#Page_44" class="ralign">44</a></dd>
+
+<dt>CHAPTER VI.</dt>
+<dd><span class="smcap">the punishment begins</span><a href="#Page_53" class="ralign">53</a></dd>
+
+<dt>CHAPTER VII.</dt>
+<dd><span class="smcap">the watch-house</span><a href="#Page_60" class="ralign">60</a></dd>
+
+<dt>CHAPTER VIII.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6" href="#Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span></dt>
+<dd><span class="smcap">rodney in jail</span><a href="#Page_73" class="ralign">73</a></dd>
+
+<dt>CHAPTER IX.</dt>
+<dd><span class="smcap">the dungeon</span><a href="#Page_88" class="ralign">88</a></dd>
+
+<dt>CHAPTER X.</dt>
+<dd><span class="smcap">the hospital</span><a href="#Page_99" class="ralign">99</a></dd>
+
+<dt>CHAPTER XI.</dt>
+<dd><span class="smcap">the trial</span><a href="#Page_118" class="ralign">118</a></dd>
+
+<dt>CHAPTER XII.</dt>
+<dd style="margin-bottom: 0em;"><span class="smcap">conclusion</span><a href="#Page_128" class="ralign">128</a></dd>
+</dl>
+
+<hr class="dl" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7" href="#Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE RUNAWAY.</h2>
+
+<hr class="fm2" />
+<h2>CHAPTER I.</h2>
+
+<h3>RODNEY UNHAPPY IN A GOOD HOME.</h3>
+
+
+<div class="figleft"style="width: 115px;"><img src="images/capi.jpg" width="115" height="120" alt="I" /></div><p>T was a lovely Sabbath morning
+in May, 1828, when two
+lads, the elder of whom was
+about sixteen years old, and the younger
+about fourteen, were wandering along
+the banks of a beautiful brook, called
+the Buttermilk Creek, in the immediate
+vicinity of the city of Albany, N. Y.
+Though there is no poetry in the name
+of this little stream, there is sweet music<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8" href="#Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span>
+made by its rippling waters, as they rush
+rapidly along the shallow channel, fretting
+at the rocks that obstruct its course,
+and racing toward a precipice, down
+which it plunges, some thirty or forty
+feet, forming a light, feathery cascade;
+and then, as if exhausted by the leap,
+creeping sluggishly its little distance
+toward the broad Hudson. The white
+spray, churned out by the friction against
+the air, and flung perpetually upwards,
+suggested to our sires a name for this
+miniature Niagara; and, without any
+regard for romance or euphony, they
+called it Buttermilk Falls. It was
+a charming spot, notwithstanding its
+homely name, before the speculative
+spirit of progress&mdash;stern foe of Nature's
+beauties&mdash;had pushed the borders of the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9" href="#Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span>
+city close upon the tiny cataract, hewed
+down the pines upon its banks, and
+opened quarries among its rocks.</p>
+
+<p>It was before this change had passed
+over the original wilderness, that the lads
+whom we have mentioned were strolling,
+in holy time, upon the banks of the little
+stream, above the falls.</p>
+
+<p>"Rodney," said the elder of the boys,
+"suppose your mother finds out that
+you have run away from Sunday-school,
+this morning; what will she say to
+you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Why, she will be very likely to punish
+me," said Rodney; "but you know
+I am used to it; and, though decidedly
+unpleasant, it does not grate on my
+nerves as it did a year or two ago. Van
+Dyke, my teacher, says I am hardened.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10" href="#Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span>
+But I would rather have a stroll here,
+and a flogging after it, than be shut up
+in school and church all day to escape it.
+I wish, Will, that mother was like your
+grandfather, and would let me do as I
+please on Sunday."</p>
+
+<p>"Now that I am an apprentice,"
+replied Will Manton, "and shut up in
+the shop all the week, it would be rather
+hard to prevent my having a little sport
+on Sunday. I think it is necessary to
+swallow a little fresh air on Sunday, to
+blow the sawdust out of my throat; and
+to have a game of ball occasionally, to
+keep my joints limber, for they get stiff
+leaning over the work-bench, shoving the
+jack-plane, and chiseling out mortices all
+the week."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, Will, I, too, get very sick of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11" href="#Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span>
+work," replied the younger boy. "I
+do not think I ever shall like it. When
+I am roused up early in the morning,
+and go into the shop, and look at the
+tools, and think that, all day long, I
+must stand and pull leather strands, while
+other boys can go free, and take their
+sport, and swim, or fish, or hunt, or play,
+just as they please, it makes me feel like
+running away. Now, here am I, a little
+more than fourteen years old; and must
+I spend seven years in a dirty shop,
+with the prospect of hard work all my
+life? It makes my heart sick to think
+of it."</p>
+
+<p>The boys threw themselves upon the
+ground, under the shade of a large pine,
+and, reclining against its trunk, remained
+some minutes without uttering a word.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12" href="#Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span>
+At length, William Manton, whose
+thoughts had evidently been running in
+the channel opened by the last remarks
+of Rodney, said,</p>
+
+<p>"I have often thought of it."</p>
+
+<p>"Thought of what, Will?"</p>
+
+<p>"Of running away."</p>
+
+<p>"Where could you go? What could
+you do? How could you live?" were
+the quick, eager inquiries of Rodney.</p>
+
+<p>"Three questions at once is worse
+than the catechism," was the laughing
+response; "but, though I never learned
+the answers out of a book, yet I have
+them by heart. I will tell you what I
+have thought about the matter. You
+know Captain Ryan?&mdash;he was in our
+shop last week, and was telling how he
+came to be a sailor. He said that his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13" href="#Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span>
+uncle, with whom he lived when he was
+a boy, promised him a beating, one day,
+for some mischief he had done; and, as
+he had often felt before that his lashes
+were not light, he ran off, went on board
+a ship as a cabin-boy, learned to handle
+sails and ropes, and, after five or six
+voyages, was made mate of a ship; and
+now he is a captain. I have been thinking
+about it ever since. Now, if I could
+get a place in a ship, I would go in a
+minute. I am sure travelling over the
+world must be pleasanter than spending
+a life in one place; and pulling a rope is
+easier work than pushing a plane."</p>
+
+<p>Rodney sprang up from his reclining
+posture, looked straight in his companion's
+face for a moment, and exclaimed,
+"That would be glorious! How I should<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14" href="#Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span>
+like to go to London, to Canton, to Holland,
+where the old folks came from,&mdash;to
+travel all over the world! But,"&mdash;and
+he leaned back against the tree again
+as he spoke,&mdash;"but it is of no use to
+think about it; mother would not consent,
+and nobody would help me; no
+ship would take me. I suppose I must
+pull away at the leather all my life."
+He spoke bitterly, and leaned his face
+upon his hands; and, between his fingers,
+the tears were seen slowly trickling.
+In truth, he had no taste or inclination
+for the trade to which he was
+forced. If the bias of his own mind had
+been consulted, he might have been contented
+in some employment adapted to
+his nature.</p>
+
+<p>"Bah, Rodney, don't be a baby!"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15" href="#Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span>
+was the jeering expostulation of Will
+Manton, when he saw the tears; "crying
+never got a fellow out of a scrape.
+I believe it is easy enough done. If we
+could only get off to New York, they say
+that boys are so much wanted on ships,
+that the captains take them without asking
+many questions."</p>
+
+<p>"Do you think so?"</p>
+
+<p>"Don't you think it is worth a trial?"</p>
+
+<p>"But I should have to leave my
+mother, and grandmother, and sister,
+and all."</p>
+
+<p>"Of course; you would not want to
+take them with you, would you?"</p>
+
+<p>"But I could not tell them I was
+going. I should have to steal away
+without their knowledge."</p>
+
+<p>"You could write to them when you
+started."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16" href="#Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"I might never see them again."</p>
+
+<p>"You are as likely to live and come
+back as Captain Ryan was."</p>
+
+<p>"But they would feel so much hurt,
+if I should run away."</p>
+
+<p>Will Manton curled his lip into a
+sneer, and said, scornfully, "Why, Rodney,
+I didn't think you was so much of
+a baby. You are a more faint-hearted
+chicken than I thought you."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, Will, the thought of it frightens
+me. I have a good mother and a
+good grandmother; and, though they
+make me learn a trade I hate, yet I do
+not think I should dare to run away."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, you poor mouse-heart, stay at
+home, then, and tie yourself to your
+mamma's apron-strings!" was the reply.
+"Do as you please; but, I tell you,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17" href="#Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span>&mdash;and
+I trust the secret to you, and hope
+you won't <i>blow</i> it,&mdash;I have made up
+my mind to go to sea."</p>
+
+<p>"Will you run away?"</p>
+
+<p>"Indeed I will."</p>
+
+<p>"When?"</p>
+
+<p>"Why should I tell you, if you will
+not go with me?"</p>
+
+<p>"Well, I want to be off with you,
+but how can I?"</p>
+
+<p>"Easy enough. But I will see you
+to-morrow night, and we will talk it
+over. It is time to go home."</p>
+
+<p>"I must see Dick Vanderpool, and
+find out where the text was, so that I
+can tell the old folks."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18" href="#Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<hr />
+<h2>CHAPTER II.</h2>
+
+<h3>REVOLVING AND RESOLVING.</h3>
+
+
+<div class="figleft"style="width: 115px;"><img src="images/capc.jpg" width="115" height="114" alt="C" /></div><p>ONVERSATIONS similar to
+those recorded in the last
+chapter, were frequently held
+between the two lads, during the next
+month. Will Manton's determination
+was fixed, and he was making secret
+preparations to start upon his wild journey.
+Rodney, though equally desirous
+to escape the restraints of home, could
+not yet make up his mind to risk the
+adventure. He regarded his comrade as
+a sort of young hero; and he wished he
+had the courage to be like him.</p>
+
+<p>One Monday morning, in June, as he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19" href="#Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span>
+was returning from his work, he saw
+Will Manton's old grandfather standing
+before the door, looking up and down
+the street; and he noticed that he
+seemed very uneasy, and much distressed.
+When he came opposite the
+house, on the other side of the street,
+the old gentleman called him over, and
+asked him, "Rodney, do you know where
+Will is?"</p>
+
+<p>The boy's heart beat wildly, and his
+cheek turned pale; for he at once surmised
+that his comrade had carried out
+his purpose. He stammered out, in
+reply,</p>
+
+<p>"I have not seen him since last Friday
+night."</p>
+
+<p>"It is very strange," said the old
+man. "He has not been at home since<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20" href="#Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span>
+last Sunday, at dinner-time. What has
+become of him?"</p>
+
+<p>Will Manton was gone!</p>
+
+<p>To the anxious inquiries that were
+made, his friends discovered that he had
+left Albany in the evening boat, on
+Tuesday, for New York. Though a
+messenger was immediately sent after
+him, no trace of him could be discovered.
+A few months after, they received
+a letter from him, written from Liverpool,
+where he had gone in a merchant-ship,
+as a cabin-boy. His friends were very
+much grieved and distressed, but hoped
+that he would soon grow weary of a hard
+and roving life, and return to his home.</p>
+
+<p>There was a romantic interest in all
+this for young Rodney. In his imagination,
+Will Manton was a hero. He was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21" href="#Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span>
+scarcely ever out of his thoughts. He
+would follow him in fancy, bounding
+over the broad sea, with all the sails of
+the majestic ship swelling in the favoring
+breeze, now touching at some island,
+and looking at the strange dresses and
+customs of a barbarous people; now
+meeting a homeward-bound vessel, and
+exchanging joyful greetings; and now
+lying to in a calm, and spearing dolphins
+and harpooning whales. When
+the storm raged, he almost trembled lest
+he might be wrecked; but, when it was
+over, he fancied the noble ship, having
+weathered the storm, stemming safely
+the high waves, and careering gracefully
+on her course. Or, if he was
+wrecked, he imagined that he must be
+cast upon some shore where the <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22" href="#Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span>hospitable
+inhabitants hurried down to the beach
+to the relief of the crew, bore them
+safely through the breakers, and pressed
+upon them the comforts of their homes.
+His wild imagination followed him to
+other lands, and roved with him along
+the streets of European cities, among the
+ruins of Grecian temples, over the gardens
+of Spain and the vineyards of Italy,
+through the pagodas of India, and the
+narrow streets of Calcutta and Canton.</p>
+
+<p>"O," thought he, "how delightful
+must be such a life! How pleasant to
+be roaming amid scenes that are always
+new! And how wretched to be tied to
+such a life as I lead, following the same
+weary round of miserable drudgery every
+day!"</p>
+
+<p>But it was Rodney's own fancy that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23" href="#Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span>
+painted this enjoyment of a sailor-boy's
+life. Will Manton did not find it so
+pleasant in reality. There was more
+menial drudgery to the poor cabin-boy on
+ship-board, than he had ever known in the
+carpenter's shop. He was sworn at, and
+thumped, and kicked, and driven from
+one thing to another, by the captain, and
+mates, and steward, and crew, all day
+long. And many a night, when, weary
+and sore, he crept to his hard, narrow
+bunk, he lay and cried himself to sleep,
+thinking of his kind and pleasant home.</p>
+
+<p>When Fancy pictures before the restless
+mind distant and unknown scenes,
+she divests them of all the rough realities
+which a nearer view and a tried experience
+find in them. The mountain-side
+looks smooth and pleasant from a <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24" href="#Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span>distance,
+but we find it rugged and wearisome
+when we attempt to climb it.</p>
+
+<p>One idea had now gained almost sole
+possession of poor Rodney's mind. He
+must go to sea! He thought of it all
+day, and dreamed of it at night. He
+did not dare to speak about it to his
+mother, for he knew that she would
+refuse her consent. He must <i>run away</i>!
+He formed a hundred different plans, and
+was forced to abandon them. Now Will
+Manton was gone, there was no one with
+whom he could consult. He was afraid
+to speak of it, lest it should reach the
+ears of his mother. Alone he nursed his
+resolution, and formed his plans.</p>
+
+<p>He was very unhappy, because he
+knew that he was purposing wrong. He
+could not be contented with his <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25" href="#Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span>employment,
+and he knew how it would grieve
+the hearts of those who loved him, if he
+should persist in his design. Yet, when
+he pictured to himself the freedom from
+restraint, the pleasure of roaming from
+place to place over the world, and the
+thousand exciting scenes and adventures
+which he should meet by becoming a
+sailor, he determined, at all hazards, to
+make the attempt.</p>
+
+<p>Unhappy boy! He was sowing, for
+his own reaping, the seeds of a bitter
+harvest of wretchedness and remorse.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26" href="#Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<hr />
+<h2>CHAPTER III.</h2>
+
+<h3>RODNEY IN NEW YORK.</h3>
+
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 115px;"><img src="images/capo.jpg" width="115" height="118" alt="O" /></div><p>N a beautiful Sabbath morning
+in July, Rodney stood in
+the hall of the old Dutch
+house in which successive generations of
+the family had been born, and paused to
+look the last farewell, he dare not speak,
+upon those who loved him, and whom,
+notwithstanding his waywardness, he
+also loved.</p>
+
+<p>There sat his pious and venerable
+grandmother, with the little round stand
+before her, upon which lay the old family
+Bible, over which she was intently
+bending, reading and commenting to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27" href="#Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span>
+herself, as was her custom, in half-audible
+tones. He had often stood behind
+her, and listened, unobserved, as she
+read verse after verse, and paused after
+each, to testify of its truth, or piously
+apply it to herself and others. And now
+he thought that, in all probability, he
+would never see her again, and he half
+repented his determination. But his
+preparations were all made, and he could
+not now hesitate, lest his purpose should
+be discovered.</p>
+
+<p>He looked at his mother, as she was
+arranging the dress of a younger and
+only brother, for the Sabbath-school.
+As she leaned over him, and smoothed
+down the collar she had just fastened
+round his neck, Rodney, with heart and
+eye, bade farewell to both.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28" href="#Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>He stood and gazed for a moment
+upon his only sister, who sat with her
+baby in her arms, answering the little
+laughing prattler in a language that
+sounded like its own, and which certainly
+none but the two could understand.
+Some might doubt whether they
+understood it themselves; but they both
+seemed highly interested and delighted
+by the conversation.</p>
+
+<p>That dear sister, amiable and loving,
+is long since dead. She greeted death
+with a cheerful welcome, for the messenger
+released her from a life of domestic
+unhappiness, and introduced her into
+that blessed heaven "where the wicked
+cease from troubling, and the weary are
+at rest."</p>
+
+<p>And that prattling infant has become,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29" href="#Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span>
+in his turn, a runaway sailor-boy, flying
+from an unhappy home to a more wretched
+destiny, of whose wanderings or existence
+nothing has been heard for many
+years.</p>
+
+<p>It was one hasty, intense glance
+which Rodney cast over these groups,
+and each beloved figure, as it then appeared,
+was fixed in his memory forever.
+He has never forgotten&mdash;<i>he never can
+forget</i>&mdash;that moment, or the emotions
+that thrilled his heart as he turned away
+from them.</p>
+
+<p>He had hidden a little trunk, containing
+his clothing, in the stable, and thither
+he hastened; and, throwing his trunk
+upon his shoulder, he stole out of the
+back gate, and took his course through
+bye streets to the dock, where he went<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30" href="#Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span>
+on board a steamboat, and in half an
+hour was sailing down the Hudson
+towards New York.</p>
+
+<p>He had no money with which to pay
+his passage. He had left home without
+a single sixpence. When the captain
+came to collect the passengers' fare, he
+told him a wicked, premeditated lie.
+He said that, in taking his handkerchief
+from his pocket, he had accidentally
+drawn out his pocket-book with it, and
+that it had fallen overboard. Thus one
+sin prepares the way to the commission
+of another.</p>
+
+<p>He offered to leave his trunk in
+pledge for the payment of the passage;
+and the captain, after finding it full of
+clothing, ordered it to be locked up
+until the money was paid. Rodney <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31" href="#Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span>expected
+to be able to get a situation in
+some ship immediately, and to receive a
+part of his wages in advance, with which
+he could redeem his clothing.</p>
+
+<p>He slept on board the steamboat, and
+on Monday morning started in search
+of a ship that would take him. He
+wandered along the wharves, and at first
+was afraid to speak to any one, lest he
+should be questioned and sent home.
+At last he made up his mind to ask a
+sailor, whom he saw sauntering on the
+dock, if he knew where he could get a
+place on board a ship.</p>
+
+<p>The sailor looked at him a moment,
+turned his huge tobacco quid over in his
+mouth, hitched up his trowsers, and
+said:</p>
+
+<p>"Why, you young runaway, do you
+want to go to sea? What can such a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32" href="#Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span>
+chap as you do on a ship? Go home,
+and stick by your mammy for five years
+more, and then you'll have no trouble
+in shipping."</p>
+
+<p>Rodney was a good deal frightened at
+such a reply, and walked on for some
+time, not venturing to ask again. Toward
+noon he went on board a large
+vessel, and seeing a man, whom he took
+for the captain of the ship, asked him if
+he could give him a place.</p>
+
+<p>"No, my boy," he replied; "we
+don't sail for three weeks, and we never
+ship a crew before the time."</p>
+
+<p>All day he wandered about the
+wharves, and to all his questions received
+repelling replies, mingled oftentimes
+with oaths, jeers, and insults. No
+one seemed to feel the least interest for
+him.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33" href="#Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<hr />
+<h2>CHAPTER IV.</h2>
+
+<h3>RODNEY FINDS A PATRON.</h3>
+
+
+<div class="figleft"style="width: 115px;"><img src="images/capl.jpg" width="115" height="119" alt="L" /></div><p>ATE in the afternoon Rodney
+strolled up the East River
+wharves. He was hungry,
+for he had eaten nothing all day. He
+was very sad, and sat down on a cotton
+bale, and cried. In what a position had
+a single day placed him! He had no
+place where he could lay his head for
+the night, no bread to eat, and he knew
+nobody whom he dared to ask for a
+meal; and so, with a sorrowful heart,
+he sat down and wept.</p>
+
+<p>He buried his face in his hands, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34" href="#Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span>
+for a long time sat there motionless.
+He did not know that a man was standing
+before him, watching him, until he
+was startled by a voice:</p>
+
+<p>"Why, my boy, what is the matter
+with you?"</p>
+
+<p>He looked up, and saw a tall man in a
+sailor's dress standing near him.</p>
+
+<p>"I want to get a place on a ship, sir,
+to go to sea," replied Rodney; "I can't
+find any place, and I have no money and
+no friends here."</p>
+
+<p>The man sat down beside him, and
+asked him, "Where are your friends?"</p>
+
+<p>"In Albany, sir."</p>
+
+<p>"What did you leave them for?"</p>
+
+<p>"Because I wanted to go to sea."</p>
+
+<p>They talked some time together, and
+Rodney told him truly all about himself<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35" href="#Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span>
+and his friends. The man seemed to
+pity him, and told him that he was a
+sailor, and had lately been discharged
+from a United States vessel, where he
+had served as a marine,&mdash;that he had
+spent almost all his money, and was
+looking for another ship. He told Rodney
+to go with him, and he would try
+what could be done for him. They went
+into a sailors' boarding-house, and got
+something to eat.</p>
+
+<p>Then the man,&mdash;who said his name
+was Bill Seegor, and that he must call him
+Bill, and not Mister, nor sir,&mdash;took him
+with himself into a ball-room. Here he
+saw a great many sailors and bad women,
+who danced together, and laughed, and
+shouted, and cursed, and drank, until
+long past midnight. Rodney had never<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36" href="#Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span>
+witnessed <i>such</i> a scene. He had never
+heard such filthy and blasphemous language,
+nor seen such indecent behavior.</p>
+
+<p>"Come, my lad," said a bluff sailor
+to him; "if you mean to be a man,
+you must learn to toss off your glass.
+Your white face don't look as if you ever
+tasted anything stronger than tea. Here
+is a glass of grog,&mdash;down with it!"</p>
+
+<p>And Rodney, who wanted to be a
+man, drank it with a swaggering air,
+though it scorched his throat; and then
+another, until he became very sick;&mdash;and
+the last he remembered was, that
+the sailors and the women all seemed to
+be swearing and fighting together.</p>
+
+<p>The next morning he was awaked by
+Bill Seegor, and found himself in a garret,
+on a miserable bed, with all his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37" href="#Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span>
+clothes on. How he had ever got there
+he could not tell. His head ached, and
+his limbs were stiff and pained him when
+he moved. His throat was parched and
+burning, and he felt so wretchedly, that,
+if he had dared, he would have begged
+permission to stay there on the bed.
+But Bill told him that it was time to
+start and look up a ship, for he had only
+money enough to last another day. After
+breakfast they started, and inquired
+at every place which Bill knew, but
+without success; no men or boys were
+wanted.</p>
+
+<p>In the afternoon, Rodney was terribly
+frightened at seeing his brother-in-law
+walking along the wharves. He knew
+in a moment that he had come to New
+York to search for him; and he darted<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38" href="#Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span>
+round a corner into an alley, and hid
+himself behind some barrels, till he had
+passed by. He afterwards learned that
+his brother-in-law had been looking for
+him all day, and that he had found and
+taken his trunk, and had been several
+times at places which he had just left.
+O! if he had then abandoned his foolish
+and wicked course, and gone home with
+his brother, how much misery he would
+have escaped! But he contrived to
+keep out of his way.</p>
+
+<p>That evening Bill said to him, as they
+were eating their supper in a cellar&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Rodney, to-morrow morning we
+must start for Philadelphia."</p>
+
+<p>"But how shall we get there?"</p>
+
+<p>"We shall have to tramp it."</p>
+
+<p>"How far is it?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39" href="#Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"About a hundred miles."</p>
+
+<p>"How long will it take?"</p>
+
+<p>"Four or five days."</p>
+
+<p>"But how shall we get anything to
+eat, or any place to sleep on the road?"</p>
+
+<p>"Tell a good story to the farmers,
+and sleep on the hay-mows."</p>
+
+<p>Rodney began to find out that "<i>the
+way of the transgressor is hard</i>."</p>
+
+<p>That night they went to the theatre.
+Bill had given Rodney a dirk, which he
+carried in his bosom. They went up
+into the third tier of boxes, which was
+filled with the most wicked and debased
+men and women. While the rest were
+laughing, and talking, and cursing, Rodney
+sat down on the front seat to see the
+play; but they made so much confusion
+behind him that he could not hear, so he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40" href="#Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span>
+turned round, and said, rather angrily:
+"I wish you wouldn't make so much
+noise."</p>
+
+<p>"Who are you talking to?" shouted
+a rough, bully-looking man behind him,
+with a terrible oath; "I'll pitch you
+into the pit, if you open your head
+again."</p>
+
+<p>He rushed towards him, but, quick as
+thought, Rodney snatched the dirk from
+his breast, drew his arm back over his
+head, and told the bully to keep off.
+The man stopped, and in an instant the
+whole theatre was in confusion. The
+play on the stage ceased; and there, in
+full view, leaning over the front of the
+box, stood the boy, with the weapon in
+his hand, gleaming in the eyes of the
+whole audience.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41" href="#Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Bill Seegor rushed to him, pulled him
+back toward the lobby, and took the
+dagger from his hand. The bully then
+aimed a tremendous blow at the boy's
+face, which fortunately was warded off
+by one of the women. Just then a police-officer
+came up, and, taking Rodney
+by the collar, led him down stairs.
+Half a dozen men, who were Bill's
+friends, followed; and when they got
+into the street, they dashed against the
+officer, and broke his hold, when Bill
+caught Rodney by the arm and told him
+to run. They turned quickly through
+several streets, and escaped pursuit.</p>
+
+<p>Do you think that Rodney was happy
+amid such scenes? Ah! no; he was
+alarmed at himself. He felt degraded
+and guilty; he felt that he was taking<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42" href="#Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span>
+sudden and rapid strides in the path of
+debasement and vice. He thought of
+his home and its sweet influences. He
+knew how deep would be the grief of
+those who loved him, should they hear
+of his course. His conscience condemned
+him, and he thought of what he
+was becoming with horror. But he
+seemed to be drawn on by his wild desires,
+and felt scarcely a disposition to
+escape the meshes of the net that was
+winding around him.</p>
+
+<p>The sailors praised him, and patted
+him on the back; told him that he was
+a brave fellow,&mdash;that he was beginning
+right, and that there was good stuff in
+him. And Rodney laughed, tickled by
+such praises, and drank what they offered,
+and tried to stifle his conscience<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43" href="#Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span>
+and harden himself in sin. Yet often,
+when he was alone, did he shrink from
+himself, and writhe under the lashings
+of conscience; and the remembrance of
+home, and thoughts of his conduct, rendered
+him very wretched.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44" href="#Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<hr />
+<h2>CHAPTER V.</h2>
+
+<h3>RODNEY IN PHILADELPHIA.</h3>
+
+
+<div class="figleft"style="width: 115px;"><img src="images/capy.jpg" width="115" height="117" alt="Y" /></div><p>OUNG Rodney was prepared
+for an early start on the following
+morning; and, in
+company with Bill Seegor, he crossed
+the ferry to Jersey City just as the sun
+rose, and together they commenced their
+journey to Philadelphia. They were
+soon beyond the pavements of the town,
+and in the open country. It was a
+lovely morning, and the bright summer
+developed its beauties, and dispensed its
+fragrance along their path. The birds
+sang sweetly, and darted on swift wing<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45" href="#Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span>
+around them. The cattle roamed lazily
+over the fields, and the busy farmers
+were everywhere industriously toiling.
+All nature seemed joyously reflecting
+the serene smile of a benevolent God.</p>
+
+<p>Even the wicked hearts of the wanderers
+seemed lightened by the influence
+of the glorious morning, and cheerily,
+with many a jocund song and homely
+jest, they pressed on their way. Even
+guilt can sometimes forget its baseness,
+and enjoy the bounties of the kind Creator,
+for which it expresses no thankfulness
+and feels no gratitude.</p>
+
+<p>At noon they stopped at a farmer's
+house, and Bill told the honest old man
+that they belonged to a ship which had
+sailed round to Philadelphia; that it
+had left New York unexpectedly, with<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46" href="#Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span>out
+their knowledge, and taken their
+chests and clothes which had been
+placed on board; and that, being without
+money, they were compelled to walk
+across to Philadelphia to meet it.</p>
+
+<p>The farmer believed the falsehood,
+and charitably gave them a good dinner.
+They walked on till after sunset, and
+then crossed over a field, and climbed up
+into a rack filled with hay, where they
+slept all night.</p>
+
+<p>In the morning they started forward
+very hungry, for they had eaten nothing,
+since the noon before, except a few
+green apples. They stopped at the first
+farm-house on the road, and, by telling
+the same falsehood that had procured
+them a meal the day before, excited the
+pity of the farmer and obtained a good
+breakfast.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47" href="#Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Thus did they go on, lying and begging
+their way along.</p>
+
+<p>On the third day there were heavy
+showers, accompanied by fierce lightnings
+and crashing thunders. They
+were as thoroughly soaked as if they
+had been thrown into the river, and at
+night had to sleep on a haystack, in the
+open field, in their wet clothes. Rodney's
+feet, too, had become very sore,
+and he walked in great and constant
+pain.</p>
+
+<p>In the afternoon of the fourth day
+they stopped on the banks of the Delaware,
+five or six miles from Philadelphia,
+to wash their clothes, which had
+become filthy in travelling through the
+dust and mud. As they had no clothing
+but what they wore, there was nothing<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48" href="#Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span>
+else to be done but to strip, wash out
+their soiled garments, and lay them out
+on the bank to dry, while they swam
+about the river, or waited on the shore,
+with what patience they could summon.</p>
+
+<p>A little after sunset they reached the
+suburbs of the great city; and now the
+sore feet and wearied limbs of the boy
+could scarcely sustain him over the hard
+pavements. Yet Bill urged him onward
+with many an impatient oath, on
+past the ship-yards of Kensington,&mdash;on,
+past the factories, and markets, and
+farmers' taverns, and shops of the Northern
+Liberties,&mdash;on, through the crowded
+thoroughfares, and by the brilliant stores
+of the city,&mdash;on, into the most degraded
+section of Southwark, in Plumb-street,
+where Bill said a friend of his lived.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49" href="#Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span>
+This friend was an abandoned woman,
+who lived in a miserable frame cabin,
+crowded with wicked and degraded
+wretches, who seemed the well-known
+and fitting companions of Rodney's patron.
+The woman for whom he inquired
+was at a dance in the neighborhood, and
+there Bill took the boy in search of her.</p>
+
+<p>They went up a dark alley, and were
+admitted into a large room filled with
+men and women, black and white, the
+dregs and outcasts of society.</p>
+
+<p>A few dripping candles, placed in tin
+sconces along the bare walls, threw a
+dim and sickly glare over the motley
+throng. A couple of negro men, sitting
+on barrels at the head of the room, were
+drawing discordant notes from a pair of
+cracked, patched, and greasy fiddles.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50" href="#Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span>
+And there were men, whose red and
+bloated faces gave faithful witness of
+their habitual intemperance; and men,
+whose threadbare and ragged garments
+betokened sloth and poverty; and men,
+whose vulgar and ostentatious display of
+showy clothing, and gaudy chains, and
+rings and breast-pins, which they did
+not know how to wear, indicated dishonest
+pursuits; and men, whose blue
+jackets and bluff, brown faces showed
+them to be sailors; and men, whose
+scowling brows and fiendlike countenances
+marked them as villains of the
+blackest and lowest type. And there
+were women, too, some old&mdash;at least,
+they looked so&mdash;and haggard; some
+young, but with wretched-looking faces,
+and dressed in tawdry garments, yet<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51" href="#Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span>
+generally faded, some torn and some
+patched, and all seeming to be brought
+from the pawnbroker's dusty shop for
+the occasion.</p>
+
+<p>In a little filthy side-room was a bar
+covered with bottles and glasses, behind
+which stood a large, red-faced man, with
+a big nose, and little ferret, fiery eyes,
+now grinning like a satyr, now scowling
+like a demon, dealing out burning liquors
+to his miserable customers.</p>
+
+<p>A man fell beastly drunk from a bench
+upon the floor. "Take him up stairs,"
+said the man at the bar. Rodney followed
+the two men who carried him up,
+and looked into the sleeping apartment.
+The floor was covered with dirty straw,
+where lodgers were accommodated for
+three cents a night. Here the poor<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52" href="#Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span>
+wretches were huddled together every
+night, to get what sleep they could in
+the only home they had on earth.</p>
+
+<p>Thus does vice humble, and degrade,
+and scourge those who are taken in its
+toils. From the threshold of the house
+of guilty pleasure there may issue the
+song and laugh of boisterous mirth; but
+those who enter within shall find disgrace
+and infamy, woe and death.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53" href="#Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<hr />
+<h2>CHAPTER VI.</h2>
+
+<h3>THE PUNISHMENT BEGINS.</h3>
+
+
+<div class="figleft"style="width: 115px;"><img src="images/capb.jpg" width="115" height="112" alt="B" /></div><p>ILL Seegor found the
+woman he sought, and soon
+they returned to her house.
+Here the bottle was brought out and
+passed round; and, after much blasphemous
+and ribaldrous conversation, a
+straw bed was made up on the floor,
+and Rodney laid down. Before he went
+to sleep, he heard Bill tell the woman
+that he was entirely out of money, and
+beg her to lend him five dollars for a
+few days. After some hesitation she
+consented, and drew out from under the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54" href="#Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span>
+bed an old trunk, which she unlocked,
+and from which she took five dollars in
+silver and gave it to him. Bill, looking
+over her shoulder, saw that she took it
+from a little pile of silver that lay in the
+corner of the trunk.</p>
+
+<p>For a long time Rodney could not
+sleep. The scenes of the last eventful
+week were vividly recalled to his mind,
+and, in spite of his fatigue, kept him
+awake. He tried to make himself believe
+that it was a glorious life he had
+begun to lead,&mdash;that now he was free
+from restraint, and entering upon the
+flowery paths of independence and enjoyment.
+Though he had met with some
+difficulties at the start, he thought that
+they were now nearly passed, and that
+soon he should be upon the blue water,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55" href="#Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span>
+and in foreign countries, a happy sailor
+boy.</p>
+
+<p>But conscience would interpose its
+reproaches and warnings, and remind
+him of the horrible company into which
+he had been cast,&mdash;of the scenes of sin
+which he had witnessed, and in which
+he had participated; and he could not
+but shudder when he thought of the
+probable termination of such a life.</p>
+
+<p>But he felt that, having forsaken his
+home,&mdash;and he was not even yet sorry
+that he had done so,&mdash;he was now in
+the current, and that there was no way
+of reaching the shore, even had he been
+disposed to try; and that he must continue
+to float along the stream, leaving
+his destination to be determined by circumstances.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56" href="#Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>It is very easy to find the paths of
+sin. It is easy, and, for a season, may
+seem pleasant, to travel in them. The
+entrance is inviting, the way is broad,
+companions are numerous and gay. But
+when the disappointed and alarmed traveller,
+terrified at the thought of its termination,
+seeks to escape, and hunts for
+the narrow path of virtue, he finds obstacles
+and entanglements which he cannot
+climb over nor break. It requires
+an Omnipotent arm to help him then.</p>
+
+<p>Rodney fell asleep.</p>
+
+<p>How long he had slept he knew not;
+but he was awakened by a violent shaking
+and by terrible oaths. The side-door
+leading into the yard was open, and
+three or four wretched-looking women
+were scolding and swearing angrily about<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57" href="#Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span>
+him. He was confused, bewildered, but
+soon perceived that something unusual
+had happened; and he became very
+much frightened as he at last learned the
+truth from the excited women.</p>
+
+<p>Bill Seegor was gone. He had got
+up quietly when all were asleep, and,
+drawing the woman's trunk from under
+her bed, had carried it out into the yard,
+pried open the lock, stolen the money,
+and escaped.</p>
+
+<p>The woman was in a terrible passion,
+and her raving curses were fearful to
+hear. Rodney pitied her, though she
+cursed him. He was indignant at his
+companion's rascality, and offered to go
+with her and try to find him. It was
+two o'clock in the morning. He looked
+round for his hat, collar, and <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58" href="#Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span>handkerchief;
+but they were gone. The thief
+had taken them with him. Taking Bill's
+old hat, he went out with the woman,
+and looked into the oyster-cellars and
+grog-shops, some of which they found
+still open; but they could find no trace
+of Bill Seegor.</p>
+
+<p>The woman met a watchman, and
+made inquiries, and told him of the robbery.</p>
+
+<p>"And this boy came with the man
+last night, did he?" inquired the watchman.</p>
+
+<p>"He did," said the woman.</p>
+
+<p>"Do you know the boy?"</p>
+
+<p>"I never saw him before."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, I guess he knows where he
+is, or where he can be found to-morrow."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59" href="#Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Rodney protested that he knew nothing
+about him, that his own hat, collar,
+and handkerchief had been stolen, and
+that he had had nothing to do with the
+robbery. He even told him where he
+had met with Bill, and how he came to
+be in his company.</p>
+
+<p>"All very fine, my lad," said the
+watchman; "but you must go with me.
+This must be examined into to-morrow."</p>
+
+<p>And he took Rodney by the arm, and
+led him to the watch-house.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60" href="#Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<hr />
+<h2>CHAPTER VII.</h2>
+
+<h3>THE WATCH-HOUSE.</h3>
+
+
+<div class="figleft"style="width: 115px;"><img src="images/capf.jpg" width="115" height="115" alt="F" /></div><p>OR poor Rodney there was no
+more sleep that night, even
+had they placed him on a
+bed of roses. But they locked him up
+in a little square room, with an iron-barred
+window, into which a dim light
+struggled from a lamp hung outside in
+the entry, showing a wooden bench, fastened
+against the wall. There were four
+men in the room.</p>
+
+<p>One, whose clothes looked fine and
+fashionable, but all covered with dirt,
+lay on the floor. A hat, that seemed
+new, but crushed out of all shape, was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61" href="#Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span>
+under his head for a pillow. His face
+was bruised and bloody. He was entirely
+stupefied, and Rodney saw at a
+glance that he was intoxicated.</p>
+
+<p>On the bench, stretched out at full
+length, was a short, stout negro, fast
+asleep. On another part of the bench
+lay a white man, who seemed about fifty
+years old, with a sneering, malicious
+face, and wrapped up in a shaggy black
+coat. The remaining occupant of the
+cell sat in one corner, with his head down
+on his knees, and his hat slouched over
+his face.</p>
+
+<p>Rodney stood for a few moments in
+the middle of the cell, and, in sickening
+dismay, looked round him. Here he was
+with felons and rioters, locked up in a
+dungeon! True, he had committed no<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62" href="#Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span>
+crime against the law; but yet he felt
+that he deserved it all; and the hot tears
+rolled from his eyes as he thought of his
+mother and his home.</p>
+
+<p>Hearing his sobs, the man in the corner
+raised his head, looked at him for a
+moment, and said:</p>
+
+<p>"Why, you blubbering boy, what have
+you been about? Are you the pal of
+these cracksmen, or have you been on a
+lay on your own hook?"</p>
+
+<p>Rodney did not know what he meant,
+and he said so.</p>
+
+<p>"I mean," said the man, in the same
+low, thieves' jargon, "have you been
+helping these fellows crack a crib?"</p>
+
+<p>"Doing what?" said Rodney.</p>
+
+<p>"Breaking into a house, you dumb-head."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64" href="#Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63" href="#Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img066.jpg" width="400" height="337" alt="courtroom scene" title="courtroom scene" />
+</div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65" href="#Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>The boy shuddered at the thought of
+being taken for an accomplice of house-breakers;
+and told him he knew nothing
+about them. He had read that boys are
+sometimes employed by house-breakers
+to climb in through windows or broken
+pannels, to open the door on the inside;
+and now he was thought to be such a one
+himself.</p>
+
+<p>It was a dismal night for him.</p>
+
+<p>Early in the morning the prisoners
+were all taken before a magistrate.</p>
+
+<p>The drunkard, who claimed to be a
+gentleman, and who had been taken to
+the watch-house for assaulting the barkeeper
+of a tavern, was fined five dollars,
+and dismissed.</p>
+
+<p>The negro and the old white man had
+been caught in the attempt to break into<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66" href="#Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span>
+a house, and were sent to prison, to
+await their trial for burglary; and the
+other white man was also sent to prison,
+until he could be tried, for stealing a
+pocket-book in an auction store.</p>
+
+<p>Rodney was then called forward. The
+watchman told how and why he had taken
+him; and the boy was asked to give an
+account of himself. He told his story
+truthfully and tearfully, while the magistrate
+looked coldly at him.</p>
+
+<p>"A very good story," said the magistrate;
+"it seems to be well studied. I
+suspect you are an artful fellow, notwithstanding
+your innocent face. I shall
+bind you over for trial, my lad. I think
+such boys as you should be stopped in
+time; and a few years in some penitentiary
+would do you good."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67" href="#Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>What could Rodney say? What could
+he do? He was among strangers. He
+could send for no one to testify of his
+good character, or to become bail for
+him. And, if his friends had been near,
+he felt that he had rather die than that
+they should know of his disgrace.</p>
+
+<p>The magistrate gave an officer a paper&mdash;a
+commitment&mdash;and told him to take
+the boy to the Arch-street jail. The
+constable took him by the arm, and led
+him out.</p>
+
+<p>As they walked along the street, Rodney
+looked around him to see if there
+was no way of escape. If he could only
+get a chance to run! As they came to
+the corner of a little alley, he asked the
+constable to let him tie his shoe, the
+string of which was loose. The man<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68" href="#Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span>
+nodded, and Rodney placed his foot upon
+a door-step, sheering round beyond
+the reach of the officer's hand, and towards
+the alley. Rodney, as he rose,
+made one spring, and in a moment was
+gone down the alley. The officer rushed
+after him, and shouted, "Stop thief!
+stop thief!"</p>
+
+<p>"O, that I should ever be chased for
+a thief!" groaned Rodney, clenching
+his teeth together, and running at his
+best speed.</p>
+
+<p>That terrible cry, "<i>Stop thief!</i>" rung
+after him, and soon seemed to be echoed
+by a hundred voices, as the boy dashed
+along Ninth street and down Market
+street; and, from behind him, and from
+doors and windows, and from the opposite
+side of the street, and at length<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69" href="#Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span>
+from before him, the very welkin rung
+with the cries of "Stop thief! stop
+thief!" A hundred eyes were strained
+to catch a glimpse of the culprit; but
+Rodney dashed on, the crowd never
+thinking that <i>he</i> was the hunted fox, but
+only one of the hounds in pursuit, eager
+to be "in at the death." At the corner
+of Fifth and Market-streets, a porter
+was standing by his wheelbarrow.
+He saw the chase coming down, and
+truly scented the victim; and, as Rodney
+neared the corner, he suddenly
+pushed out his barrow across the pavement.
+Rodney could not avoid it; he
+stumbled, fell across it, and was captured.</p>
+
+<p>"You young scoundrel! is this one
+of your tricks?" said the constable, as<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70" href="#Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span>
+he came up; "I'll teach you one of
+mine;" and he struck him a blow on
+the side of the head, that knocked the
+poor boy senseless on the pavement.</p>
+
+<p>Those who stood by cried, "Shame!
+shame!" and the officer glared furiously
+around him; but, seeing that the numbers
+were against him, he raised the boy
+from the ground. Rodney soon recovered;
+and the constable, grasping him
+firmly by the wrist of his coat, and,
+drawing his arm tightly under his own,
+led him, followed by a crowd of hooting
+boys, up Fifth, and through Arch-street,
+toward the old jail.</p>
+
+<p>What a walk was that to poor Rodney!
+The officer, stern and angry,
+held him with so firm a grip as to convince
+him of the uselessness of a second
+attempt.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71" href="#Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Fatigued, and nearly fainting as he
+was from the race and the blow, he was
+compelled almost to run, to keep up with
+the long strides of the constable. A
+crowd of boys pressed around, to get a
+glimpse of his face.</p>
+
+<p>"What has he done?" one would
+ask of another.</p>
+
+<p>"Broke open a trunk, and stole
+money," would be the reply.</p>
+
+<p>Rodney pulled Bill Seegor's old hat
+over his face, and hung his head, in bitter
+anguish of soul, as he heard himself
+denounced as a thief at every step; and
+as he heard doors dashed open, and
+windows thrown up, similar questions
+and replies smote his heart. He knew
+that he was innocent of such a crime;
+his soul scorned it; he felt that he was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72" href="#Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span>
+incapable of theft; but he felt that he
+had been too guilty, too disobedient and
+too ungrateful, to dare to hold up his
+head, or utter a word in his own defence.
+It seemed as though that long
+and terrible walk with the constable
+would never end, and he felt relieved
+when he reached the heavy door of the
+jail, amid two files of staring boys, who
+had ran before him, and arranged themselves
+by the gate, to watch him as he
+entered. He was rudely thrust in, the
+bolt shot back upon the closed door, and
+he was delivered over to the keeping of
+the jailer, with the assurance of the
+policeman, that "he was a sharp miscreant,
+and needed to be watched."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73" href="#Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<hr />
+<h2>CHAPTER VIII.</h2>
+
+<h3>RODNEY IN JAIL.</h3>
+
+
+<div class="figleft"style="width: 115px;"><img src="images/caps.jpg" width="115" height="117" alt="S" /></div><p>UCH are the rewards which
+sin gives to its votaries; full
+of soft words and tempting
+promises in the beginning, they find, in
+the end, that "it biteth like a serpent,
+and stingeth like an adder." Thoughts
+like these passed through Rodney's
+mind, as the jailer led him to a room in
+which were confined three other lads,
+all older than himself. At that time,
+the system of solitary confinement had
+not been adopted in Pennsylvania, and
+prisoners were allowed to associate <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74" href="#Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span>together;
+but it was deemed best to keep
+the boys from associating with older and
+more hardened culprits, whose conversation
+might still more corrupt them,
+and they were therefore confined together,
+apart from the mass of the
+criminals.</p>
+
+<p>At first Rodney suffered the most
+intense anguish. A sense of shame and
+degradation overwhelmed him. He staggered
+to a corner of the room, threw
+himself on the floor, and, for a long
+time, sobbed and wept as though his
+very heart would break. For a while
+the boys seemed to respect his grief,
+and left him in silence. At last one of
+them went to him, and said,</p>
+
+<p>"Come, there's no use in this; we
+are all here together, and we may as
+well make the best of it!"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75" href="#Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Rodney sat up, and looked at them,
+as they gathered around him.</p>
+
+<p>They were ragged in dress, and pale
+from their confinement, and Rodney involuntarily
+shrank from the idea of associating
+with them, regarding them as
+criminals in jail. But he soon remembered
+his own position,&mdash;that he was
+now one of them,&mdash;and he thought he
+would take their advice, and "make the
+best of it."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, what did they squeeze you
+into this jug for, my covey?" asked the
+eldest boy.</p>
+
+<p>Rodney told them his story, and protested
+that he was innocent of any
+crime.</p>
+
+<p>The boy put his thumb to the end of
+his nose, and twirled his fingers, saying,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76" href="#Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span>
+"You can't gammon us, my buck;
+come, out with it, for we never <i>peach</i> on
+one another."</p>
+
+<p>Rodney was very angry at this mode
+of treating his story. But, in spite of
+himself, he gradually became familiar
+with the companions thus forced upon
+him, and, in a day or two, began to
+engage with them in their various sports,
+to while away the weary hours. Sometimes
+they sat and told stories, to amuse
+one another; and thus Rodney heard
+tales of wickedness and depredation and
+cunning, that almost led him to doubt
+whether there was any honesty among
+men. They talked of celebrated thieves
+and robbers, burglars and pirates, as if
+they were the models by which they
+meant to mould their own lives; and,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77" href="#Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span>
+instead of detesting their crimes, Rodney
+began to admire the skill and success
+with which they were perpetrated.
+The excitement and freedom, and wild,
+frenzied enjoyment of such a life, as
+depicted by the young knaves, began to
+fascinate and charm his mind. Something
+seemed to whisper in his ear, "As
+you are now disgraced, without any fault
+of your own, why not carry it out, and
+make the most of it? They have put
+you into jail, this time, for nothing; if
+they ever do it again, let them have
+some reason for it." Who knows what
+might have been the result of such
+temptations and influences, had these
+associations been long continued, and
+not counteracted by the interposition of
+God?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78" href="#Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>But then the instructions of childhood,
+the lessons of home and of the
+Sabbath-school, were brought back to
+his memory, and he said to himself,
+"What, be a thief! Make myself despised
+and hated by all good people!
+Live a life of wickedness and dread,&mdash;perhaps
+die in the penitentiary, and
+then, in all probability, lose my soul,
+and be cast into hell! No, never! I
+shall never dare to steal, or to break
+into houses; and as for killing anybody
+for money, I shudder even at the
+thought!"</p>
+
+<p>So did the bad and the good struggle
+together in the heart of the poor boy.
+How many there are who, at the first,
+feel and think about crime as he did,
+but who, in the end, become familiar<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79" href="#Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span>
+with vice, lose their sense of fear and
+shame and guilt, become bold and reckless
+in sin, having their consciences
+seared as with a hot iron, and violating
+all laws, human and divine, without
+compunction, and without a thought
+save that of impunity and success!</p>
+
+<p>All the elements of a life of crime
+were in the heart of this wayward boy;
+and had it not been for the instructions
+of his childhood, which counteracted
+these evil influences, and the providence
+and grace of God, which restrained him,
+he would have become a miserable outcast
+from society, leading a wretched
+life of shame and guilt.</p>
+
+<p>"I wish we had a pack of cards
+here," said one of the boys, one weary
+afternoon.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80" href="#Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Can't we make a pack?" inquired
+another.</p>
+
+<p>And then the lads set their wits to
+work, and soon manufactured a substitute
+for a pack of cards. They had a
+couple of old newspapers, which they
+folded and cut into small, regular pieces,
+and marked each piece with the spots
+that are found on playing cards, making
+rude shapes of faces, and writing
+"<i>Jack</i>," "<i>King</i>," "<i>Knave</i>," &amp;c., under
+them. With these, they used to spend
+hours shuffling and dealing and playing,
+until Rodney understood the pernicious
+game as well as the rest.</p>
+
+<p>"Joe," said Rodney, one day, to the
+oldest boy, "what did they put you in
+here for?"</p>
+
+<p>"Well," said he, "I'll tell you.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81" href="#Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span>
+Sam and I run with the Moyamensing
+Hose Company. Many a jolly time we
+have had of it, running to fires, and
+many a good drink of liquor we have
+had, too; for when the people about the
+fires treated the firemen, we boys used
+to come in for our share of the treat.
+There was a standing quarrel between
+us and the 'Franklin' boys, and we
+used to have a fight whenever we could
+get at them. I heard one of the men
+say, one day, that if there was only a
+fire down Twelfth or Thirteenth-street,
+and the 'Franklin' should come up in
+that direction, we could get them foul,
+and give them a good drubbing. Well,
+there <i>was</i> a fire down Twelfth-street the
+next night! I don't mean to say who
+kindled it; but a watchman saw Sam<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82" href="#Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span>
+and me about the stable, and then running
+away from it as fast as we could.
+The fellow marked us, and as we were
+going back to the fire with the machine,
+he nabbed us, and walked us off to the
+watch-house, and the next day we were
+stuck into this hole."</p>
+
+<p>"But <i>did</i> you set fire to the stable?"</p>
+
+<p>"What would you give to know? I
+make no confessions; and if you ever
+tell out of doors what I have said here,
+I'll knock your teeth down your throat,
+if I ever catch you."</p>
+
+<p>These two boys had actually been
+guilty of the dreadful crime of setting
+fire to a stable. It was used by two or
+three poor men for their horses and
+carts, which was the only means they
+had of making an honest living; and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83" href="#Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span>
+yet these wicked boys had tried to burn
+it down, just for the fun of going to a
+fire, and getting up a fight! There are
+other boys, in large cities, who will commit
+similar acts; but such young villains
+are ripe for almost any crime, and must,
+in all human probability, come to some
+dreadful end.</p>
+
+<p>"Hank," said Rodney to another boy,&mdash;his
+real name was Henry, but Hank
+was his prison name,&mdash;"tell us now
+what you have done."</p>
+
+<p>"I'll tell you nothing about it."</p>
+
+<p>"What is your last name, Hank?"
+inquired Sam, after a few moments'
+pause.</p>
+
+<p>"Johnson," said Hank.</p>
+
+<p>"Ah! I know now what you did. I
+read it in the paper, just before I came<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84" href="#Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span>
+in, and, somehow, I thought you was
+one of the larks as soon as I clapped
+eyes on you.</p>
+
+<p>"You see, Hank and some of his gang,
+watching about, saw a house in Arch-street,
+and noticed that it was empty.
+The family, I suppose, had all gone to the
+country, and it was shut up. So, one
+Sunday afternoon, four of them climbed
+over the back gate into the yard, pried
+open a window-shutter, got in, and
+helped themselves to whatever they
+could lay their hands on. After dark
+they sneaked out at the back gate with
+their plunder. One of them was caught,
+trying to sell some of the things, and he
+peached, and they jugged them all.
+Isn't that the fact, Hank?"</p>
+
+<p>"Well, it's no use lying; it was
+pretty much so."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85" href="#Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"What became of the other fellows,
+Hank?"</p>
+
+<p>"Why, their fathers or friends bailed
+them out, and I have no father, or anybody
+who cares for me. But"&mdash;and
+he swore a fearful oath&mdash;"if ever I
+catch that white-livered Jim Hulsey,
+who was the ringleader in the whole
+scheme, and got me into the scrape, and
+then blowed me, to save himself, I'll
+beat him to a mummy, I will."</p>
+
+<p>And <i>these</i> were the companions with
+whom Rodney was compelled to associate!
+Sometimes he shrank from them
+with loathing; and sometimes he almost
+envied the hardihood with which they
+boasted of their crimes. Had he remained
+in their company much longer,
+who can tell to what an extent he would<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86" href="#Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span>
+have been contaminated, and how rapidly
+prepared for utter moral degradation and
+eternal ruin?</p>
+
+<p>What afterwards became of them,
+Rodney never knew; but they are probably
+either dead,&mdash;God having said,
+"The wicked shall not live out half their
+days,"&mdash;or else preying upon society
+by the commission of more dreadful
+crimes, or perhaps spending long years
+of life in the penitentiary, confined to
+hard labor and prison fare.</p>
+
+<p>One day, after he had been about two
+weeks in jail, Rodney took the basin in
+which they had washed, and threw the
+water out of the window. The grated
+bars prevented his seeing whether there
+was any one below. He had often done
+so before. It had not been forbidden.
+He did not intend to do any wrong.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87" href="#Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>But it happened that one of the keepers
+was walking under the window, and
+the water fell upon his head.</p>
+
+<p>He came to the door, in a great rage,
+and asked who had thrown that water
+out. Rodney at once said that he had
+done it, but that he did not know that
+he had done any harm.</p>
+
+<p>The man took him roughly by the
+arm, and, telling him he must come with
+him, led him through a long corridor to
+another part of the prison, and thrust
+him into a small, dark dungeon.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88" href="#Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<hr />
+<h2>CHAPTER IX.</h2>
+
+<h3>THE DUNGEON.</h3>
+
+
+<div class="figleft"style="width: 115px;"><img src="images/capt.jpg" width="115" height="119" alt="T" /></div><p>HE room was very small,&mdash;a
+mere closet,&mdash;lighted only
+by a narrow window over the
+door, which admitted just light enough
+from the corridor to enable Rodney to
+see the walls. There was some scribbling
+on the walls, but there was not
+light enough, even after his eyes became
+accustomed to the place, to distinguish
+a letter.</p>
+
+<p>There was neither chair nor bench,
+not even a blanket, on which to lie.
+The bare walls and floor were unrelieved<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89" href="#Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span>
+by a single article of comfort. Here,
+for four long days and nights, Rodney
+was confined. There was nothing by
+which he could relieve the dreadful
+wearisome time. He heard no voice
+save that of the surly jailer, once a day,
+bringing him a rough jug of water and
+half a loaf of black bread. He had no
+books with which to while away the
+long, tedious hours, nor was there light
+enough to read, had there been a whole
+library in the cell.</p>
+
+<p>The first emotions of the boy, when
+the door was locked upon him, were
+those of indignation and anger. "Why,"
+said he to himself, "am I treated in this
+way? They are brutes! I have done
+nothing to deserve this barbarity. I am
+no felon or thief, that I should be used<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90" href="#Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span>
+in this way. I have broken no rule that
+was made known to me, since I have
+been in this place. The heartless wretch
+of a jailer thrust me into this hole, to
+gratify his own spite. He knows that
+I couldn't have thrown water on him
+purposely, for I couldn't see down into
+the yard. He never told me what I was
+to do with the dirty water, and there
+was no other place to throw it. He
+deserves being shut up in this den himself!
+O, I wish I had him in my power
+for a week! I would give him a lesson
+that he would remember as long as he
+lived.</p>
+
+<p>"Was there ever such an unlucky
+boy as I am? Everything goes against
+me. There is no chance for me to do
+anything, or to enjoy anything, in this
+world. I wish I was dead!"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91" href="#Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>A bitter flood of tears burst from him,
+which seemed, as it were, to quench his
+anger, and gradually his heart became
+open to more salutary reflections.</p>
+
+<p>"Do you not deserve all this?"
+whispered his conscience. "Have you
+not brought it upon yourself by your
+own wickedness and disobedience? You
+had a good home and kind friends; and
+if you had to work every day, it was no
+more than all have to do in one form or
+another. Blame yourself, then, for your
+own idle, reckless disposition, that would
+not be satisfied with your lot. You are
+only finding out the truth of the text
+you have often repeated,&mdash;'The way of
+the transgressor is hard.'"</p>
+
+<p>He thought of his home, as he lay upon
+that hard floor. The forms of his pious<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92" href="#Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span>
+old grandmother, and of his mother and
+sister, all seemed to stand before him,
+and to look down upon him reproachfully.
+He remembered now their kindness
+and good counsel. He groaned in
+bitterness, "O! this <i>would</i> break their
+hearts, if they knew it! I have disgraced
+myself, and I have disgraced
+them." He had leisure for reflection,
+and his mind recalled, most painfully,
+the scenes of the past. He thought of
+the Sabbath-school, of his kind teacher,
+and of the instructions that had been so
+affectionately imparted. How much better
+for him would it have been, had he
+regarded those instructions!</p>
+
+<p>And then he thought of God! He
+remembered that His <i>all-seeing eye</i> had
+followed all his wanderings, and noted<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93" href="#Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span>
+all his guilt. He had sinned against
+God, and some of the bitterness of punishment
+had already overtaken him.
+The idea that God was angry with him,
+and that <i>He</i> was visiting his sins with
+the rod of chastisement, took possession
+of his soul. Now he ceased to blame
+others for his sufferings, and acknowledged
+to himself that all was deserved.
+Again he wept, but it was in terror at
+the thought of God's anger, and in
+grief that he had sinned so ungratefully
+against his Maker.</p>
+
+<p>He tried to pray; but the words of the
+prayers he had been taught in his childhood
+did not seem to be appropriate
+to his present condition. Those prayers
+were associated with days and scenes of
+comparative innocence and happiness.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94" href="#Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span>
+He now felt guilty and wretched, and felt
+deeply that other forms of petition were
+necessary for him. But he could not
+frame words into a prayer that would
+soothe and relieve his soul. "God will
+not hear me," was his bitter thought.
+"I do not deserve to be heard. O! if
+God would have mercy upon me, and
+deliver me from this trouble, I think I
+would try to serve and obey Him as long
+as I lived."</p>
+
+<p>He kneeled down upon the hard floor,
+and raised his clasped hands and streaming
+eyes toward heaven; but he could
+find no utterance for his emotions, save
+in sobs and tears. Prayer would not
+come in words. Again and again he
+tried to pray, but in vain; he felt that
+he could not pray; and, almost in de<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95" href="#Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span>spair,
+he paced the narrow cell, and was
+ready to believe that God's favor was
+forever withdrawn from his soul,&mdash;that
+there was no ear to listen, and no arm to
+save, and that nothing was left for him
+in the future but a life of misery, a
+death of shame, and an eternity of woe!</p>
+
+<p>On the third morning, he awoke from
+a troubled sleep, and, as he rose with
+aching bones from the bare planks, his
+limbs trembled and tottered beneath him.
+Finding that he could not stand, he sat
+down in the corner of the dungeon, and
+leaned against the wall. His head was
+hot, and his throat parched, and the
+blood beat in throbs through his veins.
+A sort of delirious excitement began to
+creep over him, and his mind was filled
+with strange reveries.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96" href="#Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>He saw, or fancied he saw, great
+spiders crawling over the wall, and serpents,
+lizards, and indescribable reptiles,
+creeping about on the floor; and he
+shouted at them, and kicked at them, as
+they seemed to come near him. Soon
+they were viewed without dread or terror.
+He laughed at their motions, and
+thought he should have companions and
+pets in his loneliness; still he did not
+wish them to come too near.</p>
+
+<p>Then there seemed to be other shapes
+in his cell. His old grandmother sat in
+one corner, reading, through her familiar
+spectacles, the well-worn family Bible.
+His sister sat there, playing with her
+baby, and his mother was singing as
+she sewed. And he laughed and talked
+to them, but could get no answer.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97" href="#Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span>
+Occasionally he felt a half-consciousness
+that it was all a delusion,&mdash;a
+mere vision of the brain; and yet
+their fancied presence made him happy,
+and he laughed and talked incessantly,
+as if they heard him, and were wondering
+at his own strange emotions.</p>
+
+<p>And then the gruff voice of the jailer
+scared away his visions, and roused him
+for a moment from his reveries.</p>
+
+<p>"You are merry, my boy, and you
+make too much noise," said the keeper.</p>
+
+<p>The interruption made his head swim,
+and he attempted to rise; but he was
+very weak and faint, and fell back again.
+He turned to say, "I believe I am
+sick;" but before the words found utterance,
+the man had set down his pitcher
+and bread, and was gone.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98" href="#Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>There was an interval of dreary, blank
+darkness, and then there were other
+visions, too wild and strange to describe,
+and soon the darkness of annihilation
+settled upon his soul. How long a time
+elapsed while in this state of insensibility,
+he could not say; but he was at
+length half-aroused by voices near him,
+and he was conscious that some hand was
+feeling for his pulse, and that men were
+carrying him out of the dungeon. He
+afterwards learned that it was the jailer
+and the physician.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99" href="#Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<hr />
+<h2>CHAPTER X.</h2>
+
+<h3>THE HOSPITAL.</h3>
+
+
+<div class="figleft"style="width: 115px;"><img src="images/capu.jpg" width="115" height="116" alt="U" /></div><p>PON a narrow cot, in the Hospital
+apartment of the jail,
+they laid Rodney, and immediately
+prepared the medicines suited to
+his case. The medicines were at length
+administered, and, with a pleasant consciousness
+of comfort and attention, he
+fell asleep.</p>
+
+<p>When he awoke, it was evening; he
+was perfectly conscious, and felt better;
+but it was a long time before he could
+recall his thoughts, and understand
+where he was, and how he had come<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100" href="#Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span>
+thither. He looked around him, and
+saw a line of cots on each side of him.
+About a dozen of them were occupied
+by sick men. A large case of medicines,
+placed on a writing-desk, stood at one
+end of the room. Two or three men,
+who acted as nurses, were sitting near
+it, talking and laughing together. In
+another part of the room, by a grated
+window, looking out upon the pleasant
+sunset, were two of the convalescent
+prisoners, pale and thin, conversing
+softly and sadly. There was not a face
+he knew,&mdash;none that seemed to feel
+the slightest interest for him; and the
+wicked scenes of the past two months,
+and the unhappy circumstances of the
+present hour, flashed through his mind,
+and he hid his face in his pillow and
+wept.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101" href="#Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>He heard steps softly approach his
+cot, and knew that some one was standing
+beside him. But he could not stifle
+his sobs, and he did not dare to look up.</p>
+
+<p>"I am glad to see that you are better,
+though I am sorry to see you so
+much troubled, my poor boy," said a
+soft, kind voice.</p>
+
+<p>It was long since he had been spoken
+to in a kind tone, and he only wept the
+more bitterly, and convulsively pressed
+his face closer to the pillow. Presently
+he felt an arm passed slowly under the
+pillow, which wound around his neck, and
+gently drew his head toward the stranger.</p>
+
+<p>"Come, come," said the same soft
+voice, "don't give way to such grief;
+look up, and talk to me. Let me be a
+friend to you."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102" href="#Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Rodney yielded to the encircling arm,
+and turned his tearful eyes to the man
+who spoke to him.</p>
+
+<p>He was a tall, slender man, pale from
+sickness, decently dressed, and with an
+intelligent, benevolent countenance. He
+was one of those whom Rodney had
+observed looking out of the window.</p>
+
+<p>"What is the matter?" said he;
+"what has brought you into this horrible
+place?"</p>
+
+<p>The confidence of the boy was easily
+won. He had felt an inexpressible desire
+to talk to some one, and now he
+was ready to lay open his whole heart
+at the first intimation of sympathy.</p>
+
+<p>"I ran away from home," was the
+frank and truthful reply.</p>
+
+<p>"But they do not put boys in jail for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103" href="#Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span>
+running away; you must have done
+something else."</p>
+
+<p>"I was charged with something else;
+but indeed, indeed, I am innocent!"</p>
+
+<p>"That is very possible," said he,
+with a sigh; "but what did they charge
+you with doing?"</p>
+
+<p>And Rodney moved closer to him,
+and leaned his head upon his breast, and
+told him all. There was such an evident
+sincerity, such consistency, such
+tones of truth in the simple narrative,
+that he saw he was believed, and the
+sympathizing words and looks of the
+listener inspired him with trust, as
+though he was talking to a well-known
+friend.</p>
+
+<p>For several days, they were constantly
+together; the stranger waited upon <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104" href="#Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span>Rodney,
+and gave him his medicine, and
+helped him from his cot, talked with
+him, and manifested for him the kindness
+of a brother. From several conversations,
+Rodney gleaned from him
+the following history.</p>
+
+<p>Lewis Warren,&mdash;so will we call him&mdash;(indeed,
+Rodney never knew his true
+name),&mdash;was born and had lived most
+of his life in a New England village.
+He was the son of a farmer; a pious
+man, and deacon of a church, by whose
+help he received a liberal education.
+Soon after he had graduated at &mdash;&mdash;
+College, he came on to Philadelphia,
+with the expectation of getting into
+some business. At the hotel where he
+stopped, he became acquainted with a
+man of very gentlemanly appearance<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105" href="#Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span>
+and address, who said that he, too, was
+a stranger in the city, and proposed to
+accompany him to some places of amusement.
+Warren went with him to the
+theatre, and, on succeeding evenings, to
+various places of amusement. As they
+were one evening strolling up Chestnut-street,
+this friend, Mr. Sharpe, stopped
+at the well-lighted vestibule of a stately
+building, that had the air of a private
+house, although it was thrown open, and
+proposed that they should go in, and see
+what was going on there. Warren consented,
+and, after ascending to the second
+floor, and passing through a hall,
+they entered a large, brilliantly-lighted
+billiard saloon. Around several tables
+were gathered gentlemanly-looking men,
+knocking about little ivory balls, with<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106" href="#Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span>
+long, slender wands or cues, and seeming,
+evidently, engrossed in their respective
+games. After looking around
+for a while, Sharpe proposed going up
+stairs into the third story. They ascended
+to the upper rooms. In the
+upper passage stood a stout, short negro-man,
+who glanced at Sharpe, stepped
+one side, and permitted them to pass
+unquestioned. They entered another
+smaller room,&mdash;for the third story was
+divided into several rooms,&mdash;and found
+other games than those exhibited below.
+After walking through some of the
+rooms, and observing the different games,
+most of which were new to Warren, his
+companion said to him:</p>
+
+<p>"Do you understand anything about
+cards?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107" href="#Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Not a great deal; I have occasionally
+played a game of whist or sledge."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, that is about the sum of my
+knowledge. Suppose we while away a
+half-an-hour at one of these vacant
+tables."</p>
+
+<p>Warren consented, and they sat down.
+After playing a game or two, Sharpe
+proposed having a bottle of wine, and,
+said he, laughingly, "Whoever loses
+the next game, shall pay for it."</p>
+
+<p>"Agreed," said Warren; and the
+wine was brought, and he won the
+game.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, that is your good luck; but
+I'll bet you the price of another bottle
+you can't do it again."</p>
+
+<p>Warren won again.</p>
+
+<p>They tried a third, and that Sharpe<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108" href="#Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span>
+won; a fourth, and Warren rose the
+winner.</p>
+
+<p>The next evening found them, somehow,
+without much talk about it, at the
+same place. They played with varied
+success; but when they left, Warren
+had lost ten dollars.</p>
+
+<p>He wanted to win it back, and himself
+proposed the visit for the third
+night. He became excited by the
+game, and lost seventy dollars.</p>
+
+<p>Still his eyes were not open; he did
+not dream that he was in the hands of
+a professed gambler, and, hoping to get
+back what he had lost, and what he felt
+he really could not spare from his small
+amount of funds, he went again.</p>
+
+<p>"There!" said he, after they had
+been about an hour at the table, "there<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109" href="#Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span>
+is my last fifty-dollar bill; change that,
+and I'll try once more."</p>
+
+<p>"Well," said Sharpe, "here is the
+change; but the luck seems against you.
+We had better stop for to-night."</p>
+
+<p>But Warren insisted upon continuing,
+and he won thirty dollars in addition to
+the fifty which Sharpe had changed for
+him. The gambler then rose, and told
+him that he would give him a chance to
+win all back another time, as fortune
+seemed to be again propitious to him.</p>
+
+<p>Warren never saw him after that
+night. The next morning he determined
+to seek a more private boarding
+house, and economize his remaining
+funds, and seek more assiduously some
+business situation. He stepped to the
+bar to pay his board, handing the clerk<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110" href="#Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span>
+one of the notes he had received in
+change for his last fifty-dollar bill. The
+clerk examined it a moment, and passed
+it back, saying, "That is a counterfeit
+note, sir." He took it back, amazed,
+and offered another.</p>
+
+<p>"This is worse still," said the clerk.
+"I think we had better take care of
+you, sir. You will please go with me
+before a magistrate."</p>
+
+<p>"But I did not know&mdash;&mdash;!"</p>
+
+<p>"You can tell that to the squire."</p>
+
+<p>"You have no right to take me,"
+said Warren; "you have no warrant."</p>
+
+<p>"No; but I can keep you here till I
+send for one, which I shall certainly do,
+unless you consent to go willingly."</p>
+
+<p>And Warren, conscious of his own
+innocence in this respect, and never<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111" href="#Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span>
+thinking of the difficulty of proving it,
+went to a magistrate's office with the
+clerk at once.</p>
+
+<p>The clerk entered his complaint, and,
+besides swearing to the offer of the
+notes, swore that he had seen him, for
+several days past, in the company of a
+notorious gambler.</p>
+
+<p>Warren was stunned, overwhelmed,
+by this declaration. No representation
+that he made was believed. His pockets
+were searched, and all the money he had,
+except some small change, was found to
+be counterfeit. A commitment was at
+once made out against him, and he was
+sent to jail, to await his trial on the
+charge of passing counterfeit money.</p>
+
+<p>This is one of the methods by which
+professional gamblers "pluck young<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112" href="#Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span>
+pigeons." No young man is safe who
+allows himself to play with cards, or to
+handle dice.</p>
+
+<p>Rodney believed that Warren had
+told him the truth, and fellowship in
+misfortune drew the hearts of the duped
+man and the wronged boy towards each
+other; for though both had been very
+much to blame, yet duped and wronged
+they had been by knaves more cunning
+and wicked than themselves.</p>
+
+<p>They had many serious conversations
+together, for both had been piously instructed,
+and Warren, who seemed truly
+penitent for his wanderings, as he sat
+by the bed-side of the sick boy, encouraged
+him in his resolutions to lead a
+different life,&mdash;to seek the forgiveness
+and grace of God through a merciful<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113" href="#Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span>
+Redeemer. Seldom has a poor prisoner
+received sweeter sympathy, or more
+salutary counsel, than was given to Rodney
+within the walls of that old Arch-street
+jail, by his fellow-prisoner.</p>
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img115.jpg" width="400" height="326" alt="bed-side of sick boy" title="bed-side of sick boy" />
+</div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114" href="#Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span></p>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115" href="#Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span></p>
+<p>"Rodney," said Warren to him one
+day,&mdash;it was the first day that he had
+left his cot,&mdash;"I shall soon leave this
+place; I have written to my father, and
+he will be here at the trial with such
+evidences in my favor, from the whole
+course of my life, as cannot fail to secure
+me an acquittal. I feel no doubt that
+this stain upon my character will be
+wiped away. And I believe that I shall
+have reason to thank God, as long as I
+live, for having permitted this trouble.
+It is a very hard lesson, but I trust it
+will be a salutary one. Since I have<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116" href="#Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span>
+been here, I have prayed earnestly to
+God for the pardon of my sins. I have
+resolved, in sincerity of soul, to consecrate
+my affections and my life to his
+service. I have had a severe struggle;
+but I believe, I <i>feel</i>, that God has heard
+my prayers, forgiven my iniquities, and
+the last few days in this jail have been
+the happiest of my life. I feel that I
+hate the sins of which my heart has
+been so full, and that I love God even
+for the severe providences that have
+checked my course of impenitence. I
+feel like a new man; and if I am not
+deceiving myself,&mdash;and I pray that I
+may not be,&mdash;I have experienced that
+regeneration of heart of which I have
+so often heard, but which I could never
+before comprehend.</p>
+
+<p>"I hope that you, too, will try and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117" href="#Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span>
+seek the Saviour, pray to him for forgiveness,
+and beg the guidance of His
+Holy Spirit for your future life. If we
+both do this sincerely, we shall have
+reason forever to bless God for the way
+in which he has led us."</p>
+
+<p>"Pray for me," said Rodney; while
+tears rolled down his pale cheeks. "I
+want to be a Christian, and I hope that
+God will have mercy upon me, and guide
+me, for the future, in the right path."</p>
+
+<p>A few days after, Warren was called
+into court to take his trial; and, to Rodney's
+great delight,&mdash;for he had learned
+to love him like a brother,&mdash;he heard
+from one of the nurses that he had been
+honorably acquitted.</p>
+
+<p>During the same week, the case of
+Rodney was called up, and he was conducted
+by an officer to the court-house.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118" href="#Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<hr />
+<h2>CHAPTER XI.</h2>
+
+<h3>THE TRIAL.</h3>
+
+
+<div class="figleft"style="width: 115px;"><img src="images/capj.jpg" width="115" height="119" alt="J" /></div><p>USTICE was now to be administered,
+and Rodney was
+brought into the crowded
+court-room for trial. The officer led
+him to the prisoner's narrow dock, an
+enclosed bench, at each end of which
+sat a constable, with a long staff in his
+hand. There were five or six other
+prisoners sitting in the dock with him.
+Next to him was a woman, her garments
+ragged, her hair matted, and her face
+red and bloated. Next to her sat
+a squalid negro, who seemed totally<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119" href="#Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span>
+indifferent to the scenes that were passing
+around him. On the other side of
+him was a young man, apparently about
+twenty years old, of thin, spare form,
+with a red flush at intervals coloring his
+cheek, and a hollow cough that sounded
+like an echo from the grave. He was
+evidently in a deep consumption, and
+had been already several months in prison.
+And he leaned his head upon the
+railing, as though he would hide himself
+from every eye. He had been tried a
+few days before, for having been associated
+with others in a burglary, and
+found guilty, and he was now present to
+hear his sentence.</p>
+
+<p>After the formal opening of the court,
+this young man was the first called upon,
+and, with trembling limbs, he rose to hear<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120" href="#Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span>
+the sentence of the judge. After some
+remarks upon the enormity of his crime,
+and the clear evidence upon which he
+had been convicted, the judge sentenced
+him to five years' imprisonment in the
+penitentiary. When those words, <i>five
+years</i>, reached him, he dropped back
+upon the seat, as if struck with a bullet,
+and then raising his face to the judge,
+with an expression of profound anguish,
+said, "Half the time would be more
+than enough, your honor; I shall be in
+the grave before one year is past."</p>
+
+<p>The case of the negro-man was immediately
+called up, but Rodney heard
+nothing of it. He hid his face in his
+hands, and wept. A sense of his terrible
+position flashed upon him, and he
+could not keep back his tears, or stifle<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121" href="#Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span>
+his sobs. He wept aloud, and <i>felt</i>,
+though he might not see, that all eyes
+were turned upon him. His whole frame
+shook with the anguish of his soul.</p>
+
+<p>Presently a hand was laid upon his,
+and a head was bent over the bar near
+him, and a voice addressed him kindly:
+"Be calm, my boy; there is no good
+in crying; who is your counsel?"</p>
+
+<p>Rodney looked up, and saw a young
+man, well dressed, and with an affable
+and winning countenance, standing before
+him. His face looked kind and
+benevolent, at least in Rodney's eyes,
+for he had spoken to him gently and
+encouragingly.</p>
+
+<p>He replied to his question, "I have
+no counsel, sir; I have no money."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, I will try what I can do for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122" href="#Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span>
+you," said the young lawyer. "Come
+out here, and sit by me, and tell me
+what you are here for."</p>
+
+<p>He led him out of the disgraceful
+dock, gave him a seat directly in front
+of the jury, sat down beside him, and
+asked him to tell him the truth about all
+the circumstances that led to his imprisonment
+and trial. Rodney told him
+truly all that happened from the time of
+his running away to his arrest. He told
+him, too, who he was, and who were his
+relatives in the neighborhood of Philadelphia.
+He had never spoken of these
+before.</p>
+
+<p>"Well," said the lawyer, "I don't
+see that they can bring anything out to
+hurt you, if that is the true statement
+of the case. And now, my boy, you
+may cry as much as you wish."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123" href="#Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Rodney looked up, surprised, wondering
+what on earth he wanted him to cry
+for. He thought afterwards that the
+advice was probably given that his
+weeping might affect the sympathies of
+the jury, before whose eyes he was sitting.
+But he could scarcely have shed
+a tear then if his liberty had depended
+upon it. He felt as though he had a
+friend, and his consciousness of innocence
+of any violation of human law,
+and his confidence that his new friend
+could show that he was guiltless, set his
+perturbed heart at rest, and he felt sure
+that he should be acquitted.</p>
+
+<p>When the court adjourned, the lawyer
+took out a card, and, giving it to Rodney,
+said, "If your case should be
+called up before I get here this after<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124" href="#Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span>noon,
+just tell them that I am your
+counsel, and they will put it off till I
+come. Here is my name."</p>
+
+<p>There was but one word on the card,
+and Rodney kept it long as a grateful
+memento of the disinterested kindness
+that had been shown him in the hour
+of his bitter trial. The name on the
+card was</p>
+
+<table class="bbox" summary="card">
+<tr><td align='left'></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><table class="bbox2" summary="card">
+<tr><td align='left'>WATMOUGH.<a name="FNanchor_A_1" id="FNanchor_A_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_A_1" class="fnanchor">[A]</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'></td></tr></table></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'></td></tr>
+</table>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_A_1" id="Footnote_A_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_A_1"><span class="label">[A]</span></a> This is not a fictitious but the real name of the
+gentleman whose kindness it commemorates.</p></div>
+
+<p>That young lawyer never knew the
+gratitude with which his name was remembered
+for long, long years, and the
+thrill of emotion which its utterance
+always excited in the heart of that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125" href="#Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span>
+befriended boy. An act of kindness is
+never lost, and many a one which the
+benefactor may have forgotten, has won
+for him the prayers and blessings of a
+grateful heart.</p>
+
+<p>During the recess, Rodney was conducted
+across Independence-square to
+the old Walnut-street prison. He ate
+his scanty prison dinner that day with a
+light and hopeful heart; and though he
+trembled at the idea of the coming
+trial, yet he did not for a moment doubt
+that the result must be his acquittal.
+He believed that the law was framed to
+punish the guilty, and to do justice to
+the innocent; and he could scarcely
+conceive that the guiltless could be
+made to suffer by its administration.</p>
+
+<p>Immediately after the opening of the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126" href="#Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span>
+court, in the afternoon, the case was
+called up. The woman in whose house
+the robbery was committed, and one
+other, were witnesses; but not one
+word was said by either, in any way
+implicating Rodney in the robbery, beyond
+the fact that he had come to the
+house in company with the robber.</p>
+
+<p>His friend made a very brief speech,
+demanding his acquittal; the judge said
+a few words to the jury, who consulted
+together for a moment, when the foreman
+arose, and pronounced the happy
+words, "<i>Not Guilty</i>."</p>
+
+<p>And now the tears again rained down
+the cheeks of Rodney, as he came out
+of the infamous dock,&mdash;but they were
+tears of joy.</p>
+
+<p>A few kind questions were asked him<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127" href="#Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span>
+by the judge; and a small sum of money,
+contributed by him and by several of the
+members of the bar, furnished Rodney
+the means of returning to his friends.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128" href="#Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<hr />
+<h2>CHAPTER XII.</h2>
+
+<h3>CONCLUSION.</h3>
+
+
+<div class="figleft"style="width: 115px;"><img src="images/caph.jpg" width="115" height="118" alt="H" /></div><p>ASTENING to the end of our
+narrative, we pass by several
+intervening months, and witness
+again another Sabbath morning in
+May.</p>
+
+<p>Some twenty miles from the city of
+Philadelphia, a sparkling little brook
+passes through the meadow of a beautiful
+farm, losing itself in a thick wood
+that divides the contiguous estates.</p>
+
+<p>On that lovely May morning,&mdash;that
+serene Sabbath,&mdash;there might have been
+seen,&mdash;there was seen by the Omnis<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129" href="#Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span>cient
+eye,&mdash;a lad, some fifteen years
+old, walking thoughtfully along the margin
+of that little stream, and penetrating
+into the thickest part of the wood. He
+carried a book in his hand, and sat
+down close by the stream, under the
+shade of an old beech tree. And as he
+read, the tears streamed from his eyes,
+and his sighs indicated a burdened spirit.
+Indeed, his heart was very sad. He
+was oppressed by the consciousness of
+the great sinfulness of his life and heart
+against the holy and benevolent God.
+He remembered the early instructions
+he had received at home and in the
+Sabbath-school. He recalled the precious
+privileges he had enjoyed, and he
+remembered, with anguish and shame,
+how wickedly he had disregarded all<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130" href="#Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span>
+these instructions, abused all these privileges,
+and sinned against his own
+knowledge of right, against his conscience
+and his God. He had long been
+burdened with these distressing emotions;
+he had often prayed, but had
+found little relief of his anguish, even
+in prayer. And now, even on this calm
+and beautiful Sabbath morning, there
+seemed to his heart a gloom in the landscape.
+There was a smile, he knew,
+upon the face of nature, but he felt that
+it beamed not for him. The carol of
+wild birds rung out sweetly around him;
+but the music saddened his heart yet
+more, for there was no inward response
+of gratitude and joy. The bright green
+of the Spring foliage and of the waving
+grass seemed dark and gloomy, as he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131" href="#Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span>
+gazed upon it through tearful eyes. His
+mourning spirit gave its own sombre
+interpretation to all the lovely scenes of
+nature. He deeply felt that he was a
+wretched sinner against God, and he
+could not see how God could be merciful
+to one who had so grievously transgressed.
+He scarcely dared to hope for
+the pardon of his iniquities, and was in
+almost utter despair of ever obtaining
+mercy.</p>
+
+<p>The book he had taken with him in his
+morning walk, was "Doddridge's Rise
+and Progress of Religion in the Soul."
+He read, carefully, the twelfth chapter
+in that excellent work, entitled, "The
+invitation to Christ of the sinner overwhelmed
+with a sense of the greatness
+of his sins." He was convinced that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132" href="#Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span>
+Jesus Christ was <i>able</i> to save even <i>him</i>;
+and the strong assurances of his <i>willingness</i>
+to save, "even to the uttermost,"
+furnished in the promises of the gospel,
+began to dawn upon his mind as he read
+what seemed like a new revelation to his
+soul. When he read these words of
+Jesus, "Come unto me, all ye that labor
+and are heavy laden, and I will give you
+rest,"&mdash;"Him that cometh unto me I
+will in no wise cast out,"&mdash;though he
+had read, or heard them read, a thousand
+times before, it seemed now as though
+they had been written expressly for him.
+There seemed a freshness, a force, a
+glorious personal adaptation in them
+which he had never seen before.</p>
+
+<p>He turned over the leaves of the
+book, and the chapter on "Self <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133" href="#Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span>Dedication"
+caught his eye. He read it; and
+when he came to the prayer with which
+that chapter closes, he kneeled down,
+with the book open before him, and
+solemnly, and with his whole heart, repeated
+that fervent prayer. It seemed
+to have been written on purpose to express
+his emotions and desires. When
+he had concluded, he closed the book,
+and remained still upon his knees, and
+tried, in his own language, to repeat
+the sentiments of that solemn act of
+Dedication. Never was a boy more
+sincere and earnest than he.</p>
+
+<p>How long he prayed he did not know;
+but when he rose and looked round him,
+the sun had long passed its meridian,
+and the shadows of the trees were cast
+towards the east.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134" href="#Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>There was a delicious, joyful calm in
+his soul. All doubts of God's willingness
+to pardon and receive him had
+gone. A veil seemed to have been removed
+from the character of God. He
+thought of God as he had never thought
+before,&mdash;not as a stern and unrelenting
+Judge, but as a forgiving, loving Father.
+He saw, as he had never seen before,
+how sinners could be adopted as children
+of God, for the sake of the sufferings
+and sacrifice of Jesus.</p>
+
+<p>His spirit was very calm, but O, how
+happy! He had solemnly given himself
+to God, pleading the merits of Jesus
+as the reason for his acceptance, and he
+believed that God had received him,
+pardoned his transgressions, and accepted
+him as one of his own children. Again<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135" href="#Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span>
+and again did he throw himself on the
+greensward, and pour out his soul in
+gratitude and in prayer. It was the
+happiest day his life had ever known.</p>
+
+<p>The whole aspect of nature seemed
+changed in his eyes. The gloomy
+shroud, that seemed to envelop it in the
+morning, had passed away. The smile
+of God seemed reflected from every sunbeam
+that played upon the green leaves
+and danced over the distant waving
+meadow. There was sweet melody now
+in the songs of the birds, in the rippling
+of the brook, in the hum of the bees,
+and in the sighing of the soft breeze.
+All seemed to sing of the goodness and
+grace of the adorable Creator. "<i>Old</i>
+things had passed away, behold all
+things had become <i>new</i>."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136" href="#Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>That lad was the <span class="smcap">Rodney Roverton</span>
+of this little volume. That change was
+wrought by the regenerating grace of
+God. It was the "peace of God, that
+passeth all understanding," diffused
+through all his soul. Where "sin had
+abounded, grace did much more abound."</p>
+
+<p>Rodney Roverton yet lives. He has
+been, for many years, a professed disciple
+of Jesus Christ, and an honored
+and successful minister of the Gospel.</p>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<pre>
+
+
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Runaway, by Unknown
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+Title: The Runaway
+       The Adventures of Rodney Roverton
+
+Author: Unknown
+
+Release Date: May 25, 2007 [EBook #21611]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ASCII
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE RUNAWAY ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by David Edwards, Suzan Flanagan and the Online
+Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This
+file was produced from images generously made available
+by The University of Florida, The Internet
+Archive/Children's Library)
+
+
+
+
+
+--------------------------------------------------
+
+[Illustration: pp. 29]
+
+--------------------------------------------------
+
+
+                  THE RUNAWAY;
+
+                    OR, THE
+
+         ADVENTURES OF RODNEY ROVERTON.
+
+   "He cast his bundle on his back, and went,
+    He knew not whither, nor for what intent;
+    So stole our vagrant from his warm retreat,
+    To rove a prowler, and be deemed a cheat."
+
+                                       CRABBE.
+
+
+    APPROVED BY THE COMMITTEE OF PUBLICATION.
+
+
+                   BOSTON:
+       NEW ENGLAND SABBATH SCHOOL UNION.
+           W. HEATH, 79 CORNHILL.
+
+
+--------------------------------------------------
+
+
+  Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1852, by
+
+                     WILLIAM HEATH,
+
+  In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the
+              District of Massachusetts.
+
+                     Stereotyped by
+                    HOBART & ROBBINS,
+                        Boston.
+
+
+--------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+INTRODUCTION.
+
+
+A truthful narrative, not a tale of fiction, is presented in
+the following chapters to our readers. All that the imagination
+has contributed to it has been the names of the actors,--true
+names having been withheld, lest, perhaps, friends might be
+grieved,--the filling up of the dialogues, in which, while
+thoughts and sentiments have been remembered, the verbiage that
+clothed them has been forgotten, and, in a few instances, the
+grouping together of incidents that actually occurred at wider
+intervals than here represented, for the sake of the unity of
+the story.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+
+                                          PAGE
+
+         CHAPTER I.
+         RODNEY UNHAPPY IN A GOOD HOME       7
+
+         CHAPTER II.
+         REVOLVING AND RESOLVING            18
+
+         CHAPTER III.
+         RODNEY IN NEW YORK                 26
+
+         CHAPTER IV.
+         RODNEY FINDS A PATRON              33
+
+         CHAPTER V.
+         RODNEY IN PHILADELPHIA             44
+
+         CHAPTER VI.
+         THE PUNISHMENT BEGINS              53
+
+         CHAPTER VII.
+         THE WATCH-HOUSE                    60
+
+         CHAPTER VIII.
+         RODNEY IN JAIL                     73
+
+         CHAPTER IX.
+         THE DUNGEON                        88
+
+         CHAPTER X.
+         THE HOSPITAL                       99
+
+         CHAPTER XI.
+         THE TRIAL                         118
+
+         CHAPTER XII.
+         CONCLUSION                        128
+
+
+
+
+THE RUNAWAY.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER I.
+
+RODNEY UNHAPPY IN A GOOD HOME.
+
+
+It was a lovely Sabbath morning in May, 1828, when two lads, the
+elder of whom was about sixteen years old, and the younger about
+fourteen, were wandering along the banks of a beautiful brook,
+called the Buttermilk Creek, in the immediate vicinity of the city
+of Albany, N. Y. Though there is no poetry in the name of this
+little stream, there is sweet music made by its rippling waters, as
+they rush rapidly along the shallow channel, fretting at the rocks
+that obstruct its course, and racing toward a precipice, down which
+it plunges, some thirty or forty feet, forming a light, feathery
+cascade; and then, as if exhausted by the leap, creeping sluggishly
+its little distance toward the broad Hudson. The white spray,
+churned out by the friction against the air, and flung perpetually
+upwards, suggested to our sires a name for this miniature Niagara;
+and, without any regard for romance or euphony, they called it
+Buttermilk Falls. It was a charming spot, notwithstanding its
+homely name, before the speculative spirit of progress--stern foe
+of Nature's beauties--had pushed the borders of the city close upon
+the tiny cataract, hewed down the pines upon its banks, and opened
+quarries among its rocks.
+
+It was before this change had passed over the original
+wilderness, that the lads whom we have mentioned were strolling,
+in holy time, upon the banks of the little stream, above the
+falls.
+
+"Rodney," said the elder of the boys, "suppose your mother finds
+out that you have run away from Sunday-school, this morning;
+what will she say to you?"
+
+"Why, she will be very likely to punish me," said Rodney; "but
+you know I am used to it; and, though decidedly unpleasant, it
+does not grate on my nerves as it did a year or two ago. Van
+Dyke, my teacher, says I am hardened. But I would rather have a
+stroll here, and a flogging after it, than be shut up in school
+and church all day to escape it. I wish, Will, that mother was
+like your grandfather, and would let me do as I please on
+Sunday."
+
+"Now that I am an apprentice," replied Will Manton, "and shut up
+in the shop all the week, it would be rather hard to prevent my
+having a little sport on Sunday. I think it is necessary to
+swallow a little fresh air on Sunday, to blow the sawdust out of
+my throat; and to have a game of ball occasionally, to keep my
+joints limber, for they get stiff leaning over the work-bench,
+shoving the jack-plane, and chiseling out mortices all the
+week."
+
+"Well, Will, I, too, get very sick of work," replied the
+younger boy. "I do not think I ever shall like it. When I am
+roused up early in the morning, and go into the shop, and look
+at the tools, and think that, all day long, I must stand and
+pull leather strands, while other boys can go free, and take
+their sport, and swim, or fish, or hunt, or play, just as they
+please, it makes me feel like running away. Now, here am I, a
+little more than fourteen years old; and must I spend seven
+years in a dirty shop, with the prospect of hard work all my
+life? It makes my heart sick to think of it."
+
+The boys threw themselves upon the ground, under the shade of a
+large pine, and, reclining against its trunk, remained some
+minutes without uttering a word. At length, William Manton,
+whose thoughts had evidently been running in the channel opened
+by the last remarks of Rodney, said,
+
+"I have often thought of it."
+
+"Thought of what, Will?"
+
+"Of running away."
+
+"Where could you go? What could you do? How could you live?"
+were the quick, eager inquiries of Rodney.
+
+"Three questions at once is worse than the catechism," was the
+laughing response; "but, though I never learned the answers out
+of a book, yet I have them by heart. I will tell you what I have
+thought about the matter. You know Captain Ryan?--he was in our
+shop last week, and was telling how he came to be a sailor. He
+said that his uncle, with whom he lived when he was a boy,
+promised him a beating, one day, for some mischief he had done;
+and, as he had often felt before that his lashes were not light,
+he ran off, went on board a ship as a cabin-boy, learned to
+handle sails and ropes, and, after five or six voyages, was made
+mate of a ship; and now he is a captain. I have been thinking
+about it ever since. Now, if I could get a place in a ship, I
+would go in a minute. I am sure travelling over the world must
+be pleasanter than spending a life in one place; and pulling a
+rope is easier work than pushing a plane."
+
+Rodney sprang up from his reclining posture, looked straight in
+his companion's face for a moment, and exclaimed, "That would be
+glorious! How I should like to go to London, to Canton, to
+Holland, where the old folks came from,--to travel all over the
+world! But,"--and he leaned back against the tree again as he
+spoke,--"but it is of no use to think about it; mother would not
+consent, and nobody would help me; no ship would take me. I
+suppose I must pull away at the leather all my life." He spoke
+bitterly, and leaned his face upon his hands; and, between his
+fingers, the tears were seen slowly trickling. In truth, he had
+no taste or inclination for the trade to which he was forced. If
+the bias of his own mind had been consulted, he might have been
+contented in some employment adapted to his nature.
+
+"Bah, Rodney, don't be a baby!" was the jeering expostulation
+of Will Manton, when he saw the tears; "crying never got a
+fellow out of a scrape. I believe it is easy enough done. If we
+could only get off to New York, they say that boys are so much
+wanted on ships, that the captains take them without asking many
+questions."
+
+"Do you think so?"
+
+"Don't you think it is worth a trial?"
+
+"But I should have to leave my mother, and grandmother, and
+sister, and all."
+
+"Of course; you would not want to take them with you, would
+you?"
+
+"But I could not tell them I was going. I should have to steal
+away without their knowledge."
+
+"You could write to them when you started."
+
+"I might never see them again."
+
+"You are as likely to live and come back as Captain Ryan was."
+
+"But they would feel so much hurt, if I should run away."
+
+Will Manton curled his lip into a sneer, and said, scornfully,
+"Why, Rodney, I didn't think you was so much of a baby. You are
+a more faint-hearted chicken than I thought you."
+
+"Well, Will, the thought of it frightens me. I have a good
+mother and a good grandmother; and, though they make me learn a
+trade I hate, yet I do not think I should dare to run away."
+
+"Well, you poor mouse-heart, stay at home, then, and tie
+yourself to your mamma's apron-strings!" was the reply. "Do as
+you please; but, I tell you,--and I trust the secret to you, and
+hope you won't _blow_ it,--I have made up my mind to go to sea."
+
+"Will you run away?"
+
+"Indeed I will."
+
+"When?"
+
+"Why should I tell you, if you will not go with me?"
+
+"Well, I want to be off with you, but how can I?"
+
+"Easy enough. But I will see you to-morrow night, and we will
+talk it over. It is time to go home."
+
+"I must see Dick Vanderpool, and find out where the text was,
+so that I can tell the old folks."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II.
+
+REVOLVING AND RESOLVING.
+
+
+Conversations similar to those recorded in the last chapter,
+were frequently held between the two lads, during the next
+month. Will Manton's determination was fixed, and he was making
+secret preparations to start upon his wild journey. Rodney,
+though equally desirous to escape the restraints of home, could
+not yet make up his mind to risk the adventure. He regarded his
+comrade as a sort of young hero; and he wished he had the
+courage to be like him.
+
+One Monday morning, in June, as he was returning from his work,
+he saw Will Manton's old grandfather standing before the door,
+looking up and down the street; and he noticed that he seemed
+very uneasy, and much distressed. When he came opposite the
+house, on the other side of the street, the old gentleman called
+him over, and asked him, "Rodney, do you know where Will is?"
+
+The boy's heart beat wildly, and his cheek turned pale; for he
+at once surmised that his comrade had carried out his purpose.
+He stammered out, in reply,
+
+"I have not seen him since last Friday night."
+
+"It is very strange," said the old man. "He has not been at
+home since last Sunday, at dinner-time. What has become of him?"
+
+Will Manton was gone!
+
+To the anxious inquiries that were made, his friends discovered
+that he had left Albany in the evening boat, on Tuesday, for New
+York. Though a messenger was immediately sent after him, no
+trace of him could be discovered. A few months after, they
+received a letter from him, written from Liverpool, where he had
+gone in a merchant-ship, as a cabin-boy. His friends were very
+much grieved and distressed, but hoped that he would soon grow
+weary of a hard and roving life, and return to his home.
+
+There was a romantic interest in all this for young Rodney. In his
+imagination, Will Manton was a hero. He was scarcely ever out of
+his thoughts. He would follow him in fancy, bounding over the broad
+sea, with all the sails of the majestic ship swelling in the
+favoring breeze, now touching at some island, and looking at the
+strange dresses and customs of a barbarous people; now meeting a
+homeward-bound vessel, and exchanging joyful greetings; and now
+lying to in a calm, and spearing dolphins and harpooning whales.
+When the storm raged, he almost trembled lest he might be wrecked;
+but, when it was over, he fancied the noble ship, having weathered
+the storm, stemming safely the high waves, and careering gracefully
+on her course. Or, if he was wrecked, he imagined that he must be
+cast upon some shore where the hospitable inhabitants hurried down
+to the beach to the relief of the crew, bore them safely through
+the breakers, and pressed upon them the comforts of their homes.
+His wild imagination followed him to other lands, and roved with
+him along the streets of European cities, among the ruins of
+Grecian temples, over the gardens of Spain and the vineyards of
+Italy, through the pagodas of India, and the narrow streets of
+Calcutta and Canton.
+
+"O," thought he, "how delightful must be such a life! How
+pleasant to be roaming amid scenes that are always new! And how
+wretched to be tied to such a life as I lead, following the same
+weary round of miserable drudgery every day!"
+
+But it was Rodney's own fancy that painted this enjoyment of a
+sailor-boy's life. Will Manton did not find it so pleasant in
+reality. There was more menial drudgery to the poor cabin-boy on
+ship-board, than he had ever known in the carpenter's shop. He
+was sworn at, and thumped, and kicked, and driven from one thing
+to another, by the captain, and mates, and steward, and crew,
+all day long. And many a night, when, weary and sore, he crept
+to his hard, narrow bunk, he lay and cried himself to sleep,
+thinking of his kind and pleasant home.
+
+When Fancy pictures before the restless mind distant and
+unknown scenes, she divests them of all the rough realities
+which a nearer view and a tried experience find in them. The
+mountain-side looks smooth and pleasant from a distance, but we
+find it rugged and wearisome when we attempt to climb it.
+
+One idea had now gained almost sole possession of poor Rodney's
+mind. He must go to sea! He thought of it all day, and dreamed
+of it at night. He did not dare to speak about it to his mother,
+for he knew that she would refuse her consent. He must _run
+away_! He formed a hundred different plans, and was forced to
+abandon them. Now Will Manton was gone, there was no one with
+whom he could consult. He was afraid to speak of it, lest it
+should reach the ears of his mother. Alone he nursed his
+resolution, and formed his plans.
+
+He was very unhappy, because he knew that he was purposing
+wrong. He could not be contented with his employment, and he
+knew how it would grieve the hearts of those who loved him, if
+he should persist in his design. Yet, when he pictured to
+himself the freedom from restraint, the pleasure of roaming from
+place to place over the world, and the thousand exciting scenes
+and adventures which he should meet by becoming a sailor, he
+determined, at all hazards, to make the attempt.
+
+Unhappy boy! He was sowing, for his own reaping, the seeds of a
+bitter harvest of wretchedness and remorse.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III.
+
+RODNEY IN NEW YORK.
+
+
+On a beautiful Sabbath morning in July, Rodney stood in the hall of
+the old Dutch house in which successive generations of the family
+had been born, and paused to look the last farewell, he dare not
+speak, upon those who loved him, and whom, notwithstanding his
+waywardness, he also loved.
+
+There sat his pious and venerable grandmother, with the little
+round stand before her, upon which lay the old family Bible,
+over which she was intently bending, reading and commenting to
+herself, as was her custom, in half-audible tones. He had often
+stood behind her, and listened, unobserved, as she read verse
+after verse, and paused after each, to testify of its truth, or
+piously apply it to herself and others. And now he thought that,
+in all probability, he would never see her again, and he half
+repented his determination. But his preparations were all made,
+and he could not now hesitate, lest his purpose should be
+discovered.
+
+He looked at his mother, as she was arranging the dress of a
+younger and only brother, for the Sabbath-school. As she leaned
+over him, and smoothed down the collar she had just fastened
+round his neck, Rodney, with heart and eye, bade farewell to
+both.
+
+He stood and gazed for a moment upon his only sister, who sat
+with her baby in her arms, answering the little laughing
+prattler in a language that sounded like its own, and which
+certainly none but the two could understand. Some might doubt
+whether they understood it themselves; but they both seemed
+highly interested and delighted by the conversation.
+
+That dear sister, amiable and loving, is long since dead. She
+greeted death with a cheerful welcome, for the messenger
+released her from a life of domestic unhappiness, and introduced
+her into that blessed heaven "where the wicked cease from
+troubling, and the weary are at rest."
+
+And that prattling infant has become, in his turn, a runaway
+sailor-boy, flying from an unhappy home to a more wretched
+destiny, of whose wanderings or existence nothing has been heard
+for many years.
+
+It was one hasty, intense glance which Rodney cast over these
+groups, and each beloved figure, as it then appeared, was fixed
+in his memory forever. He has never forgotten--_he never can
+forget_--that moment, or the emotions that thrilled his heart as
+he turned away from them.
+
+He had hidden a little trunk, containing his clothing, in the
+stable, and thither he hastened; and, throwing his trunk upon
+his shoulder, he stole out of the back gate, and took his course
+through bye streets to the dock, where he went on board a
+steamboat, and in half an hour was sailing down the Hudson
+towards New York.
+
+He had no money with which to pay his passage. He had left home
+without a single sixpence. When the captain came to collect the
+passengers' fare, he told him a wicked, premeditated lie. He said
+that, in taking his handkerchief from his pocket, he had
+accidentally drawn out his pocket-book with it, and that it had
+fallen overboard. Thus one sin prepares the way to the commission
+of another.
+
+He offered to leave his trunk in pledge for the payment of the
+passage; and the captain, after finding it full of clothing,
+ordered it to be locked up until the money was paid. Rodney
+expected to be able to get a situation in some ship immediately,
+and to receive a part of his wages in advance, with which he
+could redeem his clothing.
+
+He slept on board the steamboat, and on Monday morning started
+in search of a ship that would take him. He wandered along the
+wharves, and at first was afraid to speak to any one, lest he
+should be questioned and sent home. At last he made up his mind
+to ask a sailor, whom he saw sauntering on the dock, if he knew
+where he could get a place on board a ship.
+
+The sailor looked at him a moment, turned his huge tobacco quid
+over in his mouth, hitched up his trowsers, and said:
+
+"Why, you young runaway, do you want to go to sea? What can
+such a chap as you do on a ship? Go home, and stick by your
+mammy for five years more, and then you'll have no trouble in
+shipping."
+
+Rodney was a good deal frightened at such a reply, and walked on
+for some time, not venturing to ask again. Toward noon he went
+on board a large vessel, and seeing a man, whom he took for the
+captain of the ship, asked him if he could give him a place.
+
+"No, my boy," he replied; "we don't sail for three weeks, and we
+never ship a crew before the time."
+
+All day he wandered about the wharves, and to all his questions
+received repelling replies, mingled oftentimes with oaths,
+jeers, and insults. No one seemed to feel the least interest for
+him.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV.
+
+RODNEY FINDS A PATRON.
+
+
+Late in the afternoon Rodney strolled up the East River wharves.
+He was hungry, for he had eaten nothing all day. He was very
+sad, and sat down on a cotton bale, and cried. In what a
+position had a single day placed him! He had no place where he
+could lay his head for the night, no bread to eat, and he knew
+nobody whom he dared to ask for a meal; and so, with a sorrowful
+heart, he sat down and wept.
+
+He buried his face in his hands, and for a long time sat there
+motionless. He did not know that a man was standing before him,
+watching him, until he was startled by a voice:
+
+"Why, my boy, what is the matter with you?"
+
+He looked up, and saw a tall man in a sailor's dress standing
+near him.
+
+"I want to get a place on a ship, sir, to go to sea," replied
+Rodney; "I can't find any place, and I have no money and no
+friends here."
+
+The man sat down beside him, and asked him, "Where are your
+friends?"
+
+"In Albany, sir."
+
+"What did you leave them for?"
+
+"Because I wanted to go to sea."
+
+They talked some time together, and Rodney told him truly all about
+himself and his friends. The man seemed to pity him, and told him
+that he was a sailor, and had lately been discharged from a United
+States vessel, where he had served as a marine,--that he had spent
+almost all his money, and was looking for another ship. He told
+Rodney to go with him, and he would try what could be done for him.
+They went into a sailors' boarding-house, and got something to eat.
+
+Then the man,--who said his name was Bill Seegor, and that he
+must call him Bill, and not Mister, nor sir,--took him with
+himself into a ball-room. Here he saw a great many sailors and
+bad women, who danced together, and laughed, and shouted, and
+cursed, and drank, until long past midnight. Rodney had never
+witnessed _such_ a scene. He had never heard such filthy and
+blasphemous language, nor seen such indecent behavior.
+
+"Come, my lad," said a bluff sailor to him; "if you mean to be a
+man, you must learn to toss off your glass. Your white face
+don't look as if you ever tasted anything stronger than tea.
+Here is a glass of grog,--down with it!"
+
+And Rodney, who wanted to be a man, drank it with a swaggering
+air, though it scorched his throat; and then another, until he
+became very sick;--and the last he remembered was, that the
+sailors and the women all seemed to be swearing and fighting
+together.
+
+The next morning he was awaked by Bill Seegor, and found
+himself in a garret, on a miserable bed, with all his clothes
+on. How he had ever got there he could not tell. His head ached,
+and his limbs were stiff and pained him when he moved. His
+throat was parched and burning, and he felt so wretchedly, that,
+if he had dared, he would have begged permission to stay there
+on the bed. But Bill told him that it was time to start and look
+up a ship, for he had only money enough to last another day.
+After breakfast they started, and inquired at every place which
+Bill knew, but without success; no men or boys were wanted.
+
+In the afternoon, Rodney was terribly frightened at seeing his
+brother-in-law walking along the wharves. He knew in a moment
+that he had come to New York to search for him; and he darted
+round a corner into an alley, and hid himself behind some
+barrels, till he had passed by. He afterwards learned that his
+brother-in-law had been looking for him all day, and that he had
+found and taken his trunk, and had been several times at places
+which he had just left. O! if he had then abandoned his foolish
+and wicked course, and gone home with his brother, how much
+misery he would have escaped! But he contrived to keep out of
+his way.
+
+That evening Bill said to him, as they were eating their supper
+in a cellar--
+
+"Rodney, to-morrow morning we must start for Philadelphia."
+
+"But how shall we get there?"
+
+"We shall have to tramp it."
+
+"How far is it?"
+
+"About a hundred miles."
+
+"How long will it take?"
+
+"Four or five days."
+
+"But how shall we get anything to eat, or any place to sleep on
+the road?"
+
+"Tell a good story to the farmers, and sleep on the hay-mows."
+
+Rodney began to find out that "_the way of the transgressor is
+hard_."
+
+That night they went to the theatre. Bill had given Rodney a
+dirk, which he carried in his bosom. They went up into the third
+tier of boxes, which was filled with the most wicked and debased
+men and women. While the rest were laughing, and talking, and
+cursing, Rodney sat down on the front seat to see the play; but
+they made so much confusion behind him that he could not hear,
+so he turned round, and said, rather angrily: "I wish you
+wouldn't make so much noise."
+
+"Who are you talking to?" shouted a rough, bully-looking man
+behind him, with a terrible oath; "I'll pitch you into the pit,
+if you open your head again."
+
+He rushed towards him, but, quick as thought, Rodney snatched
+the dirk from his breast, drew his arm back over his head, and
+told the bully to keep off. The man stopped, and in an instant
+the whole theatre was in confusion. The play on the stage
+ceased; and there, in full view, leaning over the front of the
+box, stood the boy, with the weapon in his hand, gleaming in the
+eyes of the whole audience.
+
+Bill Seegor rushed to him, pulled him back toward the lobby, and
+took the dagger from his hand. The bully then aimed a tremendous
+blow at the boy's face, which fortunately was warded off by one
+of the women. Just then a police-officer came up, and, taking
+Rodney by the collar, led him down stairs. Half a dozen men, who
+were Bill's friends, followed; and when they got into the
+street, they dashed against the officer, and broke his hold,
+when Bill caught Rodney by the arm and told him to run. They
+turned quickly through several streets, and escaped pursuit.
+
+Do you think that Rodney was happy amid such scenes? Ah! no; he
+was alarmed at himself. He felt degraded and guilty; he felt
+that he was taking sudden and rapid strides in the path of
+debasement and vice. He thought of his home and its sweet
+influences. He knew how deep would be the grief of those who
+loved him, should they hear of his course. His conscience
+condemned him, and he thought of what he was becoming with
+horror. But he seemed to be drawn on by his wild desires, and
+felt scarcely a disposition to escape the meshes of the net that
+was winding around him.
+
+The sailors praised him, and patted him on the back; told him
+that he was a brave fellow,--that he was beginning right, and
+that there was good stuff in him. And Rodney laughed, tickled by
+such praises, and drank what they offered, and tried to stifle
+his conscience and harden himself in sin. Yet often, when he was
+alone, did he shrink from himself, and writhe under the lashings
+of conscience; and the remembrance of home, and thoughts of his
+conduct, rendered him very wretched.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER V.
+
+RODNEY IN PHILADELPHIA.
+
+
+Young Rodney was prepared for an early start on the following
+morning; and, in company with Bill Seegor, he crossed the ferry
+to Jersey City just as the sun rose, and together they commenced
+their journey to Philadelphia. They were soon beyond the
+pavements of the town, and in the open country. It was a lovely
+morning, and the bright summer developed its beauties, and
+dispensed its fragrance along their path. The birds sang
+sweetly, and darted on swift wing around them. The cattle roamed
+lazily over the fields, and the busy farmers were everywhere
+industriously toiling. All nature seemed joyously reflecting the
+serene smile of a benevolent God.
+
+Even the wicked hearts of the wanderers seemed lightened by the
+influence of the glorious morning, and cheerily, with many a
+jocund song and homely jest, they pressed on their way. Even
+guilt can sometimes forget its baseness, and enjoy the bounties
+of the kind Creator, for which it expresses no thankfulness and
+feels no gratitude.
+
+At noon they stopped at a farmer's house, and Bill told the
+honest old man that they belonged to a ship which had sailed
+round to Philadelphia; that it had left New York unexpectedly,
+without their knowledge, and taken their chests and clothes
+which had been placed on board; and that, being without money,
+they were compelled to walk across to Philadelphia to meet it.
+
+The farmer believed the falsehood, and charitably gave them a
+good dinner. They walked on till after sunset, and then crossed
+over a field, and climbed up into a rack filled with hay, where
+they slept all night.
+
+In the morning they started forward very hungry, for they had
+eaten nothing, since the noon before, except a few green apples.
+They stopped at the first farm-house on the road, and, by
+telling the same falsehood that had procured them a meal the day
+before, excited the pity of the farmer and obtained a good
+breakfast.
+
+Thus did they go on, lying and begging their way along.
+
+On the third day there were heavy showers, accompanied by fierce
+lightnings and crashing thunders. They were as thoroughly soaked
+as if they had been thrown into the river, and at night had to
+sleep on a haystack, in the open field, in their wet clothes.
+Rodney's feet, too, had become very sore, and he walked in great
+and constant pain.
+
+In the afternoon of the fourth day they stopped on the banks of
+the Delaware, five or six miles from Philadelphia, to wash their
+clothes, which had become filthy in travelling through the dust
+and mud. As they had no clothing but what they wore, there was
+nothing else to be done but to strip, wash out their soiled
+garments, and lay them out on the bank to dry, while they swam
+about the river, or waited on the shore, with what patience they
+could summon.
+
+A little after sunset they reached the suburbs of the great
+city; and now the sore feet and wearied limbs of the boy could
+scarcely sustain him over the hard pavements. Yet Bill urged him
+onward with many an impatient oath, on past the ship-yards of
+Kensington,--on, past the factories, and markets, and farmers'
+taverns, and shops of the Northern Liberties,--on, through the
+crowded thoroughfares, and by the brilliant stores of the
+city,--on, into the most degraded section of Southwark, in
+Plumb-street, where Bill said a friend of his lived. This friend
+was an abandoned woman, who lived in a miserable frame cabin,
+crowded with wicked and degraded wretches, who seemed the
+well-known and fitting companions of Rodney's patron. The woman
+for whom he inquired was at a dance in the neighborhood, and
+there Bill took the boy in search of her.
+
+They went up a dark alley, and were admitted into a large room
+filled with men and women, black and white, the dregs and
+outcasts of society.
+
+A few dripping candles, placed in tin sconces along the bare walls,
+threw a dim and sickly glare over the motley throng. A couple of
+negro men, sitting on barrels at the head of the room, were drawing
+discordant notes from a pair of cracked, patched, and greasy
+fiddles. And there were men, whose red and bloated faces gave
+faithful witness of their habitual intemperance; and men, whose
+threadbare and ragged garments betokened sloth and poverty; and
+men, whose vulgar and ostentatious display of showy clothing, and
+gaudy chains, and rings and breast-pins, which they did not know
+how to wear, indicated dishonest pursuits; and men, whose blue
+jackets and bluff, brown faces showed them to be sailors; and men,
+whose scowling brows and fiendlike countenances marked them as
+villains of the blackest and lowest type. And there were women,
+too, some old--at least, they looked so--and haggard; some young,
+but with wretched-looking faces, and dressed in tawdry garments,
+yet generally faded, some torn and some patched, and all seeming to
+be brought from the pawnbroker's dusty shop for the occasion.
+
+In a little filthy side-room was a bar covered with bottles and
+glasses, behind which stood a large, red-faced man, with a big
+nose, and little ferret, fiery eyes, now grinning like a satyr,
+now scowling like a demon, dealing out burning liquors to his
+miserable customers.
+
+A man fell beastly drunk from a bench upon the floor. "Take him up
+stairs," said the man at the bar. Rodney followed the two men who
+carried him up, and looked into the sleeping apartment. The floor
+was covered with dirty straw, where lodgers were accommodated for
+three cents a night. Here the poor wretches were huddled together
+every night, to get what sleep they could in the only home they had
+on earth.
+
+Thus does vice humble, and degrade, and scourge those who are
+taken in its toils. From the threshold of the house of guilty
+pleasure there may issue the song and laugh of boisterous mirth;
+but those who enter within shall find disgrace and infamy, woe
+and death.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VI.
+
+THE PUNISHMENT BEGINS.
+
+
+Bill Seegor found the woman he sought, and soon they returned
+to her house. Here the bottle was brought out and passed round;
+and, after much blasphemous and ribaldrous conversation, a straw
+bed was made up on the floor, and Rodney laid down. Before he
+went to sleep, he heard Bill tell the woman that he was entirely
+out of money, and beg her to lend him five dollars for a few
+days. After some hesitation she consented, and drew out from
+under the bed an old trunk, which she unlocked, and from which
+she took five dollars in silver and gave it to him. Bill,
+looking over her shoulder, saw that she took it from a little
+pile of silver that lay in the corner of the trunk.
+
+For a long time Rodney could not sleep. The scenes of the last
+eventful week were vividly recalled to his mind, and, in spite
+of his fatigue, kept him awake. He tried to make himself believe
+that it was a glorious life he had begun to lead,--that now he
+was free from restraint, and entering upon the flowery paths of
+independence and enjoyment. Though he had met with some
+difficulties at the start, he thought that they were now nearly
+passed, and that soon he should be upon the blue water, and in
+foreign countries, a happy sailor boy.
+
+But conscience would interpose its reproaches and warnings, and
+remind him of the horrible company into which he had been
+cast,--of the scenes of sin which he had witnessed, and in which
+he had participated; and he could not but shudder when he
+thought of the probable termination of such a life.
+
+But he felt that, having forsaken his home,--and he was not
+even yet sorry that he had done so,--he was now in the current,
+and that there was no way of reaching the shore, even had he
+been disposed to try; and that he must continue to float along
+the stream, leaving his destination to be determined by
+circumstances.
+
+It is very easy to find the paths of sin. It is easy, and, for a
+season, may seem pleasant, to travel in them. The entrance is
+inviting, the way is broad, companions are numerous and gay. But
+when the disappointed and alarmed traveller, terrified at the
+thought of its termination, seeks to escape, and hunts for the
+narrow path of virtue, he finds obstacles and entanglements
+which he cannot climb over nor break. It requires an Omnipotent
+arm to help him then.
+
+Rodney fell asleep.
+
+How long he had slept he knew not; but he was awakened by a
+violent shaking and by terrible oaths. The side-door leading
+into the yard was open, and three or four wretched-looking women
+were scolding and swearing angrily about him. He was confused,
+bewildered, but soon perceived that something unusual had
+happened; and he became very much frightened as he at last
+learned the truth from the excited women.
+
+Bill Seegor was gone. He had got up quietly when all were
+asleep, and, drawing the woman's trunk from under her bed, had
+carried it out into the yard, pried open the lock, stolen the
+money, and escaped.
+
+The woman was in a terrible passion, and her raving curses were
+fearful to hear. Rodney pitied her, though she cursed him. He was
+indignant at his companion's rascality, and offered to go with her
+and try to find him. It was two o'clock in the morning. He looked
+round for his hat, collar, and handkerchief; but they were gone.
+The thief had taken them with him. Taking Bill's old hat, he went
+out with the woman, and looked into the oyster-cellars and
+grog-shops, some of which they found still open; but they could
+find no trace of Bill Seegor.
+
+The woman met a watchman, and made inquiries, and told him of
+the robbery.
+
+"And this boy came with the man last night, did he?" inquired
+the watchman.
+
+"He did," said the woman.
+
+"Do you know the boy?"
+
+"I never saw him before."
+
+"Well, I guess he knows where he is, or where he can be found
+to-morrow."
+
+Rodney protested that he knew nothing about him, that his own
+hat, collar, and handkerchief had been stolen, and that he had
+had nothing to do with the robbery. He even told him where he
+had met with Bill, and how he came to be in his company.
+
+"All very fine, my lad," said the watchman; "but you must go
+with me. This must be examined into to-morrow."
+
+And he took Rodney by the arm, and led him to the watch-house.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VII.
+
+THE WATCH-HOUSE.
+
+
+For poor Rodney there was no more sleep that night, even had
+they placed him on a bed of roses. But they locked him up in a
+little square room, with an iron-barred window, into which a dim
+light struggled from a lamp hung outside in the entry, showing a
+wooden bench, fastened against the wall. There were four men in
+the room.
+
+One, whose clothes looked fine and fashionable, but all covered
+with dirt, lay on the floor. A hat, that seemed new, but crushed
+out of all shape, was under his head for a pillow. His face was
+bruised and bloody. He was entirely stupefied, and Rodney saw at
+a glance that he was intoxicated.
+
+On the bench, stretched out at full length, was a short, stout
+negro, fast asleep. On another part of the bench lay a white
+man, who seemed about fifty years old, with a sneering,
+malicious face, and wrapped up in a shaggy black coat. The
+remaining occupant of the cell sat in one corner, with his head
+down on his knees, and his hat slouched over his face.
+
+Rodney stood for a few moments in the middle of the cell, and,
+in sickening dismay, looked round him. Here he was with felons
+and rioters, locked up in a dungeon! True, he had committed no
+crime against the law; but yet he felt that he deserved it all;
+and the hot tears rolled from his eyes as he thought of his
+mother and his home.
+
+Hearing his sobs, the man in the corner raised his head, looked
+at him for a moment, and said:
+
+"Why, you blubbering boy, what have you been about? Are you the
+pal of these cracksmen, or have you been on a lay on your own
+hook?"
+
+Rodney did not know what he meant, and he said so.
+
+"I mean," said the man, in the same low, thieves' jargon, "have
+you been helping these fellows crack a crib?"
+
+"Doing what?" said Rodney.
+
+"Breaking into a house, you dumb-head."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The boy shuddered at the thought of being taken for an accomplice
+of house-breakers; and told him he knew nothing about them. He had
+read that boys are sometimes employed by house-breakers to climb in
+through windows or broken pannels, to open the door on the inside;
+and now he was thought to be such a one himself.
+
+It was a dismal night for him.
+
+Early in the morning the prisoners were all taken before a
+magistrate.
+
+The drunkard, who claimed to be a gentleman, and who had been
+taken to the watch-house for assaulting the barkeeper of a
+tavern, was fined five dollars, and dismissed.
+
+The negro and the old white man had been caught in the attempt
+to break into a house, and were sent to prison, to await their
+trial for burglary; and the other white man was also sent to
+prison, until he could be tried, for stealing a pocket-book in
+an auction store.
+
+Rodney was then called forward. The watchman told how and why he
+had taken him; and the boy was asked to give an account of
+himself. He told his story truthfully and tearfully, while the
+magistrate looked coldly at him.
+
+"A very good story," said the magistrate; "it seems to be well
+studied. I suspect you are an artful fellow, notwithstanding
+your innocent face. I shall bind you over for trial, my lad. I
+think such boys as you should be stopped in time; and a few
+years in some penitentiary would do you good."
+
+What could Rodney say? What could he do? He was among strangers.
+He could send for no one to testify of his good character, or to
+become bail for him. And, if his friends had been near, he felt
+that he had rather die than that they should know of his
+disgrace.
+
+The magistrate gave an officer a paper--a commitment--and told
+him to take the boy to the Arch-street jail. The constable took
+him by the arm, and led him out.
+
+As they walked along the street, Rodney looked around him to
+see if there was no way of escape. If he could only get a chance
+to run! As they came to the corner of a little alley, he asked
+the constable to let him tie his shoe, the string of which was
+loose. The man nodded, and Rodney placed his foot upon a
+door-step, sheering round beyond the reach of the officer's
+hand, and towards the alley. Rodney, as he rose, made one
+spring, and in a moment was gone down the alley. The officer
+rushed after him, and shouted, "Stop thief! stop thief!"
+
+"O, that I should ever be chased for a thief!" groaned Rodney,
+clenching his teeth together, and running at his best speed.
+
+That terrible cry, "_Stop thief!_" rung after him, and soon
+seemed to be echoed by a hundred voices, as the boy dashed along
+Ninth street and down Market street; and, from behind him, and
+from doors and windows, and from the opposite side of the
+street, and at length from before him, the very welkin rung with
+the cries of "Stop thief! stop thief!" A hundred eyes were
+strained to catch a glimpse of the culprit; but Rodney dashed
+on, the crowd never thinking that _he_ was the hunted fox, but
+only one of the hounds in pursuit, eager to be "in at the
+death." At the corner of Fifth and Market-streets, a porter was
+standing by his wheelbarrow. He saw the chase coming down, and
+truly scented the victim; and, as Rodney neared the corner, he
+suddenly pushed out his barrow across the pavement. Rodney could
+not avoid it; he stumbled, fell across it, and was captured.
+
+"You young scoundrel! is this one of your tricks?" said the
+constable, as he came up; "I'll teach you one of mine;" and he
+struck him a blow on the side of the head, that knocked the poor
+boy senseless on the pavement.
+
+Those who stood by cried, "Shame! shame!" and the officer glared
+furiously around him; but, seeing that the numbers were against
+him, he raised the boy from the ground. Rodney soon recovered;
+and the constable, grasping him firmly by the wrist of his coat,
+and, drawing his arm tightly under his own, led him, followed by
+a crowd of hooting boys, up Fifth, and through Arch-street,
+toward the old jail.
+
+What a walk was that to poor Rodney! The officer, stern and
+angry, held him with so firm a grip as to convince him of the
+uselessness of a second attempt.
+
+Fatigued, and nearly fainting as he was from the race and the
+blow, he was compelled almost to run, to keep up with the long
+strides of the constable. A crowd of boys pressed around, to get
+a glimpse of his face.
+
+"What has he done?" one would ask of another.
+
+"Broke open a trunk, and stole money," would be the reply.
+
+Rodney pulled Bill Seegor's old hat over his face, and hung
+his head, in bitter anguish of soul, as he heard himself
+denounced as a thief at every step; and as he heard doors dashed
+open, and windows thrown up, similar questions and replies smote
+his heart. He knew that he was innocent of such a crime; his
+soul scorned it; he felt that he was incapable of theft; but he
+felt that he had been too guilty, too disobedient and too
+ungrateful, to dare to hold up his head, or utter a word in his
+own defence. It seemed as though that long and terrible walk
+with the constable would never end, and he felt relieved when he
+reached the heavy door of the jail, amid two files of staring
+boys, who had ran before him, and arranged themselves by the
+gate, to watch him as he entered. He was rudely thrust in, the
+bolt shot back upon the closed door, and he was delivered over
+to the keeping of the jailer, with the assurance of the
+policeman, that "he was a sharp miscreant, and needed to be
+watched."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII.
+
+RODNEY IN JAIL.
+
+
+Such are the rewards which sin gives to its votaries; full of
+soft words and tempting promises in the beginning, they find, in
+the end, that "it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an
+adder." Thoughts like these passed through Rodney's mind, as the
+jailer led him to a room in which were confined three other
+lads, all older than himself. At that time, the system of
+solitary confinement had not been adopted in Pennsylvania, and
+prisoners were allowed to associate together; but it was deemed
+best to keep the boys from associating with older and more
+hardened culprits, whose conversation might still more corrupt
+them, and they were therefore confined together, apart from the
+mass of the criminals.
+
+At first Rodney suffered the most intense anguish. A sense of
+shame and degradation overwhelmed him. He staggered to a corner
+of the room, threw himself on the floor, and, for a long time,
+sobbed and wept as though his very heart would break. For a
+while the boys seemed to respect his grief, and left him in
+silence. At last one of them went to him, and said,
+
+"Come, there's no use in this; we are all here together, and we
+may as well make the best of it!"
+
+Rodney sat up, and looked at them, as they gathered around him.
+
+They were ragged in dress, and pale from their confinement, and
+Rodney involuntarily shrank from the idea of associating with them,
+regarding them as criminals in jail. But he soon remembered his own
+position,--that he was now one of them,--and he thought he would
+take their advice, and "make the best of it."
+
+"Well, what did they squeeze you into this jug for, my covey?"
+asked the eldest boy.
+
+Rodney told them his story, and protested that he was innocent
+of any crime.
+
+The boy put his thumb to the end of his nose, and twirled his
+fingers, saying, "You can't gammon us, my buck; come, out with
+it, for we never _peach_ on one another."
+
+Rodney was very angry at this mode of treating his story. But, in
+spite of himself, he gradually became familiar with the companions
+thus forced upon him, and, in a day or two, began to engage with
+them in their various sports, to while away the weary hours.
+Sometimes they sat and told stories, to amuse one another; and thus
+Rodney heard tales of wickedness and depredation and cunning, that
+almost led him to doubt whether there was any honesty among men.
+They talked of celebrated thieves and robbers, burglars and
+pirates, as if they were the models by which they meant to mould
+their own lives; and, instead of detesting their crimes, Rodney
+began to admire the skill and success with which they were
+perpetrated. The excitement and freedom, and wild, frenzied
+enjoyment of such a life, as depicted by the young knaves, began to
+fascinate and charm his mind. Something seemed to whisper in his
+ear, "As you are now disgraced, without any fault of your own, why
+not carry it out, and make the most of it? They have put you into
+jail, this time, for nothing; if they ever do it again, let them
+have some reason for it." Who knows what might have been the result
+of such temptations and influences, had these associations been
+long continued, and not counteracted by the interposition of God?
+
+But then the instructions of childhood, the lessons of home and
+of the Sabbath-school, were brought back to his memory, and he
+said to himself, "What, be a thief! Make myself despised and
+hated by all good people! Live a life of wickedness and
+dread,--perhaps die in the penitentiary, and then, in all
+probability, lose my soul, and be cast into hell! No, never! I
+shall never dare to steal, or to break into houses; and as for
+killing anybody for money, I shudder even at the thought!"
+
+So did the bad and the good struggle together in the heart of
+the poor boy. How many there are who, at the first, feel and
+think about crime as he did, but who, in the end, become
+familiar with vice, lose their sense of fear and shame and
+guilt, become bold and reckless in sin, having their consciences
+seared as with a hot iron, and violating all laws, human and
+divine, without compunction, and without a thought save that of
+impunity and success!
+
+All the elements of a life of crime were in the heart of this
+wayward boy; and had it not been for the instructions of his
+childhood, which counteracted these evil influences, and the
+providence and grace of God, which restrained him, he would have
+become a miserable outcast from society, leading a wretched life
+of shame and guilt.
+
+"I wish we had a pack of cards here," said one of the boys, one
+weary afternoon.
+
+"Can't we make a pack?" inquired another.
+
+And then the lads set their wits to work, and soon manufactured
+a substitute for a pack of cards. They had a couple of old
+newspapers, which they folded and cut into small, regular
+pieces, and marked each piece with the spots that are found on
+playing cards, making rude shapes of faces, and writing
+"_Jack_," "_King_," "_Knave_," &c., under them. With these, they
+used to spend hours shuffling and dealing and playing, until
+Rodney understood the pernicious game as well as the rest.
+
+"Joe," said Rodney, one day, to the oldest boy, "what did they
+put you in here for?"
+
+"Well," said he, "I'll tell you. Sam and I run with the
+Moyamensing Hose Company. Many a jolly time we have had of it,
+running to fires, and many a good drink of liquor we have had,
+too; for when the people about the fires treated the firemen, we
+boys used to come in for our share of the treat. There was a
+standing quarrel between us and the 'Franklin' boys, and we used
+to have a fight whenever we could get at them. I heard one of
+the men say, one day, that if there was only a fire down Twelfth
+or Thirteenth-street, and the 'Franklin' should come up in that
+direction, we could get them foul, and give them a good
+drubbing. Well, there _was_ a fire down Twelfth-street the next
+night! I don't mean to say who kindled it; but a watchman saw
+Sam and me about the stable, and then running away from it as
+fast as we could. The fellow marked us, and as we were going
+back to the fire with the machine, he nabbed us, and walked us
+off to the watch-house, and the next day we were stuck into this
+hole."
+
+"But _did_ you set fire to the stable?"
+
+"What would you give to know? I make no confessions; and if you
+ever tell out of doors what I have said here, I'll knock your
+teeth down your throat, if I ever catch you."
+
+These two boys had actually been guilty of the dreadful crime
+of setting fire to a stable. It was used by two or three poor
+men for their horses and carts, which was the only means they
+had of making an honest living; and yet these wicked boys had
+tried to burn it down, just for the fun of going to a fire, and
+getting up a fight! There are other boys, in large cities, who
+will commit similar acts; but such young villains are ripe for
+almost any crime, and must, in all human probability, come to
+some dreadful end.
+
+"Hank," said Rodney to another boy,--his real name was Henry,
+but Hank was his prison name,--"tell us now what you have done."
+
+"I'll tell you nothing about it."
+
+"What is your last name, Hank?" inquired Sam, after a few
+moments' pause.
+
+"Johnson," said Hank.
+
+"Ah! I know now what you did. I read it in the paper, just
+before I came in, and, somehow, I thought you was one of the
+larks as soon as I clapped eyes on you.
+
+"You see, Hank and some of his gang, watching about, saw a house
+in Arch-street, and noticed that it was empty. The family, I
+suppose, had all gone to the country, and it was shut up. So,
+one Sunday afternoon, four of them climbed over the back gate
+into the yard, pried open a window-shutter, got in, and helped
+themselves to whatever they could lay their hands on. After dark
+they sneaked out at the back gate with their plunder. One of
+them was caught, trying to sell some of the things, and he
+peached, and they jugged them all. Isn't that the fact, Hank?"
+
+"Well, it's no use lying; it was pretty much so."
+
+"What became of the other fellows, Hank?"
+
+"Why, their fathers or friends bailed them out, and I have no
+father, or anybody who cares for me. But"--and he swore a
+fearful oath--"if ever I catch that white-livered Jim Hulsey,
+who was the ringleader in the whole scheme, and got me into the
+scrape, and then blowed me, to save himself, I'll beat him to a
+mummy, I will."
+
+And _these_ were the companions with whom Rodney was compelled
+to associate! Sometimes he shrank from them with loathing; and
+sometimes he almost envied the hardihood with which they boasted
+of their crimes. Had he remained in their company much longer,
+who can tell to what an extent he would have been contaminated,
+and how rapidly prepared for utter moral degradation and eternal
+ruin?
+
+What afterwards became of them, Rodney never knew; but they are
+probably either dead,--God having said, "The wicked shall not
+live out half their days,"--or else preying upon society by the
+commission of more dreadful crimes, or perhaps spending long
+years of life in the penitentiary, confined to hard labor and
+prison fare.
+
+One day, after he had been about two weeks in jail, Rodney took
+the basin in which they had washed, and threw the water out of
+the window. The grated bars prevented his seeing whether there
+was any one below. He had often done so before. It had not been
+forbidden. He did not intend to do any wrong.
+
+But it happened that one of the keepers was walking under the
+window, and the water fell upon his head.
+
+He came to the door, in a great rage, and asked who had thrown
+that water out. Rodney at once said that he had done it, but
+that he did not know that he had done any harm.
+
+The man took him roughly by the arm, and, telling him he must
+come with him, led him through a long corridor to another part
+of the prison, and thrust him into a small, dark dungeon.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IX.
+
+THE DUNGEON.
+
+
+The room was very small,--a mere closet,--lighted only by a narrow
+window over the door, which admitted just light enough from the
+corridor to enable Rodney to see the walls. There was some
+scribbling on the walls, but there was not light enough, even after
+his eyes became accustomed to the place, to distinguish a letter.
+
+There was neither chair nor bench, not even a blanket, on which
+to lie. The bare walls and floor were unrelieved by a single
+article of comfort. Here, for four long days and nights, Rodney
+was confined. There was nothing by which he could relieve the
+dreadful wearisome time. He heard no voice save that of the
+surly jailer, once a day, bringing him a rough jug of water and
+half a loaf of black bread. He had no books with which to while
+away the long, tedious hours, nor was there light enough to
+read, had there been a whole library in the cell.
+
+The first emotions of the boy, when the door was locked upon
+him, were those of indignation and anger. "Why," said he to
+himself, "am I treated in this way? They are brutes! I have done
+nothing to deserve this barbarity. I am no felon or thief, that
+I should be used in this way. I have broken no rule that was
+made known to me, since I have been in this place. The heartless
+wretch of a jailer thrust me into this hole, to gratify his own
+spite. He knows that I couldn't have thrown water on him
+purposely, for I couldn't see down into the yard. He never told
+me what I was to do with the dirty water, and there was no other
+place to throw it. He deserves being shut up in this den
+himself! O, I wish I had him in my power for a week! I would
+give him a lesson that he would remember as long as he lived.
+
+"Was there ever such an unlucky boy as I am? Everything goes
+against me. There is no chance for me to do anything, or to
+enjoy anything, in this world. I wish I was dead!"
+
+A bitter flood of tears burst from him, which seemed, as it
+were, to quench his anger, and gradually his heart became open
+to more salutary reflections.
+
+"Do you not deserve all this?" whispered his conscience. "Have
+you not brought it upon yourself by your own wickedness and
+disobedience? You had a good home and kind friends; and if you
+had to work every day, it was no more than all have to do in one
+form or another. Blame yourself, then, for your own idle,
+reckless disposition, that would not be satisfied with your lot.
+You are only finding out the truth of the text you have often
+repeated,--'The way of the transgressor is hard.'"
+
+He thought of his home, as he lay upon that hard floor. The
+forms of his pious old grandmother, and of his mother and
+sister, all seemed to stand before him, and to look down upon
+him reproachfully. He remembered now their kindness and good
+counsel. He groaned in bitterness, "O! this _would_ break their
+hearts, if they knew it! I have disgraced myself, and I have
+disgraced them." He had leisure for reflection, and his mind
+recalled, most painfully, the scenes of the past. He thought of
+the Sabbath-school, of his kind teacher, and of the instructions
+that had been so affectionately imparted. How much better for
+him would it have been, had he regarded those instructions!
+
+And then he thought of God! He remembered that His _all-seeing
+eye_ had followed all his wanderings, and noted all his guilt.
+He had sinned against God, and some of the bitterness of
+punishment had already overtaken him. The idea that God was
+angry with him, and that _He_ was visiting his sins with the rod
+of chastisement, took possession of his soul. Now he ceased to
+blame others for his sufferings, and acknowledged to himself
+that all was deserved. Again he wept, but it was in terror at
+the thought of God's anger, and in grief that he had sinned so
+ungratefully against his Maker.
+
+He tried to pray; but the words of the prayers he had been
+taught in his childhood did not seem to be appropriate to his
+present condition. Those prayers were associated with days and
+scenes of comparative innocence and happiness. He now felt
+guilty and wretched, and felt deeply that other forms of
+petition were necessary for him. But he could not frame words
+into a prayer that would soothe and relieve his soul. "God will
+not hear me," was his bitter thought. "I do not deserve to be
+heard. O! if God would have mercy upon me, and deliver me from
+this trouble, I think I would try to serve and obey Him as long
+as I lived."
+
+He kneeled down upon the hard floor, and raised his clasped
+hands and streaming eyes toward heaven; but he could find no
+utterance for his emotions, save in sobs and tears. Prayer would
+not come in words. Again and again he tried to pray, but in
+vain; he felt that he could not pray; and, almost in despair, he
+paced the narrow cell, and was ready to believe that God's favor
+was forever withdrawn from his soul,--that there was no ear to
+listen, and no arm to save, and that nothing was left for him in
+the future but a life of misery, a death of shame, and an
+eternity of woe!
+
+On the third morning, he awoke from a troubled sleep, and, as
+he rose with aching bones from the bare planks, his limbs
+trembled and tottered beneath him. Finding that he could not
+stand, he sat down in the corner of the dungeon, and leaned
+against the wall. His head was hot, and his throat parched, and
+the blood beat in throbs through his veins. A sort of delirious
+excitement began to creep over him, and his mind was filled with
+strange reveries.
+
+He saw, or fancied he saw, great spiders crawling over the wall,
+and serpents, lizards, and indescribable reptiles, creeping
+about on the floor; and he shouted at them, and kicked at them,
+as they seemed to come near him. Soon they were viewed without
+dread or terror. He laughed at their motions, and thought he
+should have companions and pets in his loneliness; still he did
+not wish them to come too near.
+
+Then there seemed to be other shapes in his cell. His old
+grandmother sat in one corner, reading, through her familiar
+spectacles, the well-worn family Bible. His sister sat there,
+playing with her baby, and his mother was singing as she sewed.
+And he laughed and talked to them, but could get no answer.
+Occasionally he felt a half-consciousness that it was all a
+delusion,--a mere vision of the brain; and yet their fancied
+presence made him happy, and he laughed and talked incessantly,
+as if they heard him, and were wondering at his own strange
+emotions.
+
+And then the gruff voice of the jailer scared away his visions,
+and roused him for a moment from his reveries.
+
+"You are merry, my boy, and you make too much noise," said the
+keeper.
+
+The interruption made his head swim, and he attempted to rise;
+but he was very weak and faint, and fell back again. He turned
+to say, "I believe I am sick;" but before the words found
+utterance, the man had set down his pitcher and bread, and was
+gone.
+
+There was an interval of dreary, blank darkness, and then there
+were other visions, too wild and strange to describe, and soon
+the darkness of annihilation settled upon his soul. How long a
+time elapsed while in this state of insensibility, he could not
+say; but he was at length half-aroused by voices near him, and
+he was conscious that some hand was feeling for his pulse, and
+that men were carrying him out of the dungeon. He afterwards
+learned that it was the jailer and the physician.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER X.
+
+THE HOSPITAL.
+
+
+Upon a narrow cot, in the Hospital apartment of the jail, they
+laid Rodney, and immediately prepared the medicines suited to
+his case. The medicines were at length administered, and, with a
+pleasant consciousness of comfort and attention, he fell asleep.
+
+When he awoke, it was evening; he was perfectly conscious, and felt
+better; but it was a long time before he could recall his thoughts,
+and understand where he was, and how he had come thither. He looked
+around him, and saw a line of cots on each side of him. About a
+dozen of them were occupied by sick men. A large case of medicines,
+placed on a writing-desk, stood at one end of the room. Two or
+three men, who acted as nurses, were sitting near it, talking and
+laughing together. In another part of the room, by a grated window,
+looking out upon the pleasant sunset, were two of the convalescent
+prisoners, pale and thin, conversing softly and sadly. There was
+not a face he knew,--none that seemed to feel the slightest
+interest for him; and the wicked scenes of the past two months, and
+the unhappy circumstances of the present hour, flashed through his
+mind, and he hid his face in his pillow and wept.
+
+He heard steps softly approach his cot, and knew that some one
+was standing beside him. But he could not stifle his sobs, and
+he did not dare to look up.
+
+"I am glad to see that you are better, though I am sorry to see
+you so much troubled, my poor boy," said a soft, kind voice.
+
+It was long since he had been spoken to in a kind tone, and he
+only wept the more bitterly, and convulsively pressed his face
+closer to the pillow. Presently he felt an arm passed slowly
+under the pillow, which wound around his neck, and gently drew
+his head toward the stranger.
+
+"Come, come," said the same soft voice, "don't give way to such
+grief; look up, and talk to me. Let me be a friend to you."
+
+Rodney yielded to the encircling arm, and turned his tearful
+eyes to the man who spoke to him.
+
+He was a tall, slender man, pale from sickness, decently
+dressed, and with an intelligent, benevolent countenance. He was
+one of those whom Rodney had observed looking out of the window.
+
+"What is the matter?" said he; "what has brought you into this
+horrible place?"
+
+The confidence of the boy was easily won. He had felt an
+inexpressible desire to talk to some one, and now he was ready
+to lay open his whole heart at the first intimation of sympathy.
+
+"I ran away from home," was the frank and truthful reply.
+
+"But they do not put boys in jail for running away; you must
+have done something else."
+
+"I was charged with something else; but indeed, indeed, I am
+innocent!"
+
+"That is very possible," said he, with a sigh; "but what did
+they charge you with doing?"
+
+And Rodney moved closer to him, and leaned his head upon his
+breast, and told him all. There was such an evident sincerity,
+such consistency, such tones of truth in the simple narrative,
+that he saw he was believed, and the sympathizing words and
+looks of the listener inspired him with trust, as though he was
+talking to a well-known friend.
+
+For several days, they were constantly together; the stranger
+waited upon Rodney, and gave him his medicine, and helped him
+from his cot, talked with him, and manifested for him the
+kindness of a brother. From several conversations, Rodney
+gleaned from him the following history.
+
+Lewis Warren,--so will we call him--(indeed, Rodney never knew
+his true name),--was born and had lived most of his life in a
+New England village. He was the son of a farmer; a pious man,
+and deacon of a church, by whose help he received a liberal
+education. Soon after he had graduated at ---- College, he came
+on to Philadelphia, with the expectation of getting into some
+business. At the hotel where he stopped, he became acquainted
+with a man of very gentlemanly appearance and address, who said
+that he, too, was a stranger in the city, and proposed to
+accompany him to some places of amusement. Warren went with him
+to the theatre, and, on succeeding evenings, to various places
+of amusement. As they were one evening strolling up Chestnut-street,
+this friend, Mr. Sharpe, stopped at the well-lighted vestibule
+of a stately building, that had the air of a private house,
+although it was thrown open, and proposed that they should go
+in, and see what was going on there. Warren consented, and,
+after ascending to the second floor, and passing through a hall,
+they entered a large, brilliantly-lighted billiard saloon.
+Around several tables were gathered gentlemanly-looking men,
+knocking about little ivory balls, with long, slender wands or
+cues, and seeming, evidently, engrossed in their respective
+games. After looking around for a while, Sharpe proposed going
+up stairs into the third story. They ascended to the upper
+rooms. In the upper passage stood a stout, short negro-man, who
+glanced at Sharpe, stepped one side, and permitted them to pass
+unquestioned. They entered another smaller room,--for the third
+story was divided into several rooms,--and found other games
+than those exhibited below. After walking through some of the
+rooms, and observing the different games, most of which were new
+to Warren, his companion said to him:
+
+"Do you understand anything about cards?"
+
+"Not a great deal; I have occasionally played a game of whist or
+sledge."
+
+"Well, that is about the sum of my knowledge. Suppose we while
+away a half-an-hour at one of these vacant tables."
+
+Warren consented, and they sat down. After playing a game or
+two, Sharpe proposed having a bottle of wine, and, said he,
+laughingly, "Whoever loses the next game, shall pay for it."
+
+"Agreed," said Warren; and the wine was brought, and he won the
+game.
+
+"Well, that is your good luck; but I'll bet you the price of
+another bottle you can't do it again."
+
+Warren won again.
+
+They tried a third, and that Sharpe won; a fourth, and Warren
+rose the winner.
+
+The next evening found them, somehow, without much talk about
+it, at the same place. They played with varied success; but when
+they left, Warren had lost ten dollars.
+
+He wanted to win it back, and himself proposed the visit for the
+third night. He became excited by the game, and lost seventy
+dollars.
+
+Still his eyes were not open; he did not dream that he was in
+the hands of a professed gambler, and, hoping to get back what
+he had lost, and what he felt he really could not spare from his
+small amount of funds, he went again.
+
+"There!" said he, after they had been about an hour at the
+table, "there is my last fifty-dollar bill; change that, and
+I'll try once more."
+
+"Well," said Sharpe, "here is the change; but the luck seems
+against you. We had better stop for to-night."
+
+But Warren insisted upon continuing, and he won thirty dollars
+in addition to the fifty which Sharpe had changed for him. The
+gambler then rose, and told him that he would give him a chance
+to win all back another time, as fortune seemed to be again
+propitious to him.
+
+Warren never saw him after that night. The next morning he
+determined to seek a more private boarding house, and economize
+his remaining funds, and seek more assiduously some business
+situation. He stepped to the bar to pay his board, handing the
+clerk one of the notes he had received in change for his last
+fifty-dollar bill. The clerk examined it a moment, and passed it
+back, saying, "That is a counterfeit note, sir." He took it
+back, amazed, and offered another.
+
+"This is worse still," said the clerk. "I think we had better
+take care of you, sir. You will please go with me before a
+magistrate."
+
+"But I did not know----!"
+
+"You can tell that to the squire."
+
+"You have no right to take me," said Warren; "you have no
+warrant."
+
+"No; but I can keep you here till I send for one, which I shall
+certainly do, unless you consent to go willingly."
+
+And Warren, conscious of his own innocence in this respect, and
+never thinking of the difficulty of proving it, went to a
+magistrate's office with the clerk at once.
+
+The clerk entered his complaint, and, besides swearing to the
+offer of the notes, swore that he had seen him, for several days
+past, in the company of a notorious gambler.
+
+Warren was stunned, overwhelmed, by this declaration. No
+representation that he made was believed. His pockets were
+searched, and all the money he had, except some small change,
+was found to be counterfeit. A commitment was at once made out
+against him, and he was sent to jail, to await his trial on the
+charge of passing counterfeit money.
+
+This is one of the methods by which professional gamblers
+"pluck young pigeons." No young man is safe who allows himself
+to play with cards, or to handle dice.
+
+Rodney believed that Warren had told him the truth, and
+fellowship in misfortune drew the hearts of the duped man and
+the wronged boy towards each other; for though both had been
+very much to blame, yet duped and wronged they had been by
+knaves more cunning and wicked than themselves.
+
+They had many serious conversations together, for both had been
+piously instructed, and Warren, who seemed truly penitent for
+his wanderings, as he sat by the bed-side of the sick boy,
+encouraged him in his resolutions to lead a different life,--to
+seek the forgiveness and grace of God through a merciful
+Redeemer. Seldom has a poor prisoner received sweeter sympathy,
+or more salutary counsel, than was given to Rodney within the
+walls of that old Arch-street jail, by his fellow-prisoner.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Rodney," said Warren to him one day,--it was the first day
+that he had left his cot,--"I shall soon leave this place; I
+have written to my father, and he will be here at the trial with
+such evidences in my favor, from the whole course of my life, as
+cannot fail to secure me an acquittal. I feel no doubt that this
+stain upon my character will be wiped away. And I believe that I
+shall have reason to thank God, as long as I live, for having
+permitted this trouble. It is a very hard lesson, but I trust it
+will be a salutary one. Since I have been here, I have prayed
+earnestly to God for the pardon of my sins. I have resolved, in
+sincerity of soul, to consecrate my affections and my life to
+his service. I have had a severe struggle; but I believe, I
+_feel_, that God has heard my prayers, forgiven my iniquities,
+and the last few days in this jail have been the happiest of my
+life. I feel that I hate the sins of which my heart has been so
+full, and that I love God even for the severe providences that
+have checked my course of impenitence. I feel like a new man;
+and if I am not deceiving myself,--and I pray that I may not
+be,--I have experienced that regeneration of heart of which I
+have so often heard, but which I could never before comprehend.
+
+"I hope that you, too, will try and seek the Saviour, pray to
+him for forgiveness, and beg the guidance of His Holy Spirit for
+your future life. If we both do this sincerely, we shall have
+reason forever to bless God for the way in which he has led us."
+
+"Pray for me," said Rodney; while tears rolled down his pale
+cheeks. "I want to be a Christian, and I hope that God will have
+mercy upon me, and guide me, for the future, in the right path."
+
+A few days after, Warren was called into court to take his
+trial; and, to Rodney's great delight,--for he had learned to
+love him like a brother,--he heard from one of the nurses that
+he had been honorably acquitted.
+
+During the same week, the case of Rodney was called up, and he
+was conducted by an officer to the court-house.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XI.
+
+THE TRIAL.
+
+
+Justice was now to be administered, and Rodney was brought into
+the crowded court-room for trial. The officer led him to the
+prisoner's narrow dock, an enclosed bench, at each end of which
+sat a constable, with a long staff in his hand. There were five
+or six other prisoners sitting in the dock with him. Next to him
+was a woman, her garments ragged, her hair matted, and her face
+red and bloated. Next to her sat a squalid negro, who seemed
+totally indifferent to the scenes that were passing around him.
+On the other side of him was a young man, apparently about
+twenty years old, of thin, spare form, with a red flush at
+intervals coloring his cheek, and a hollow cough that sounded
+like an echo from the grave. He was evidently in a deep
+consumption, and had been already several months in prison. And
+he leaned his head upon the railing, as though he would hide
+himself from every eye. He had been tried a few days before, for
+having been associated with others in a burglary, and found
+guilty, and he was now present to hear his sentence.
+
+After the formal opening of the court, this young man was the
+first called upon, and, with trembling limbs, he rose to hear
+the sentence of the judge. After some remarks upon the enormity
+of his crime, and the clear evidence upon which he had been
+convicted, the judge sentenced him to five years' imprisonment
+in the penitentiary. When those words, _five years_, reached
+him, he dropped back upon the seat, as if struck with a bullet,
+and then raising his face to the judge, with an expression of
+profound anguish, said, "Half the time would be more than
+enough, your honor; I shall be in the grave before one year is
+past."
+
+The case of the negro-man was immediately called up, but Rodney
+heard nothing of it. He hid his face in his hands, and wept. A
+sense of his terrible position flashed upon him, and he could
+not keep back his tears, or stifle his sobs. He wept aloud, and
+_felt_, though he might not see, that all eyes were turned upon
+him. His whole frame shook with the anguish of his soul.
+
+Presently a hand was laid upon his, and a head was bent over the
+bar near him, and a voice addressed him kindly: "Be calm, my
+boy; there is no good in crying; who is your counsel?"
+
+Rodney looked up, and saw a young man, well dressed, and with an
+affable and winning countenance, standing before him. His face
+looked kind and benevolent, at least in Rodney's eyes, for he
+had spoken to him gently and encouragingly.
+
+He replied to his question, "I have no counsel, sir; I have no
+money."
+
+"Well, I will try what I can do for you," said the young
+lawyer. "Come out here, and sit by me, and tell me what you are
+here for."
+
+He led him out of the disgraceful dock, gave him a seat directly
+in front of the jury, sat down beside him, and asked him to tell
+him the truth about all the circumstances that led to his
+imprisonment and trial. Rodney told him truly all that happened
+from the time of his running away to his arrest. He told him,
+too, who he was, and who were his relatives in the neighborhood
+of Philadelphia. He had never spoken of these before.
+
+"Well," said the lawyer, "I don't see that they can bring
+anything out to hurt you, if that is the true statement of the
+case. And now, my boy, you may cry as much as you wish."
+
+Rodney looked up, surprised, wondering what on earth he wanted
+him to cry for. He thought afterwards that the advice was
+probably given that his weeping might affect the sympathies of
+the jury, before whose eyes he was sitting. But he could
+scarcely have shed a tear then if his liberty had depended upon
+it. He felt as though he had a friend, and his consciousness of
+innocence of any violation of human law, and his confidence that
+his new friend could show that he was guiltless, set his
+perturbed heart at rest, and he felt sure that he should be
+acquitted.
+
+When the court adjourned, the lawyer took out a card, and,
+giving it to Rodney, said, "If your case should be called up
+before I get here this afternoon, just tell them that I am your
+counsel, and they will put it off till I come. Here is my name."
+
+There was but one word on the card, and Rodney kept it long as a
+grateful memento of the disinterested kindness that had been
+shown him in the hour of his bitter trial. The name on the card
+was
+
+                   +-----------------------+
+                   |                       |
+                   |     WATMOUGH.[A]      |
+                   |                       |
+                   +-----------------------+
+
+[A] This is not a fictitious but the real name of the
+gentleman whose kindness it commemorates.
+
+That young lawyer never knew the gratitude with which his name
+was remembered for long, long years, and the thrill of emotion
+which its utterance always excited in the heart of that
+befriended boy. An act of kindness is never lost, and many a one
+which the benefactor may have forgotten, has won for him the
+prayers and blessings of a grateful heart.
+
+During the recess, Rodney was conducted across Independence-square
+to the old Walnut-street prison. He ate his scanty prison dinner
+that day with a light and hopeful heart; and though he trembled at
+the idea of the coming trial, yet he did not for a moment doubt
+that the result must be his acquittal. He believed that the law was
+framed to punish the guilty, and to do justice to the innocent; and
+he could scarcely conceive that the guiltless could be made to
+suffer by its administration.
+
+Immediately after the opening of the court, in the afternoon,
+the case was called up. The woman in whose house the robbery was
+committed, and one other, were witnesses; but not one word was
+said by either, in any way implicating Rodney in the robbery,
+beyond the fact that he had come to the house in company with
+the robber.
+
+His friend made a very brief speech, demanding his acquittal;
+the judge said a few words to the jury, who consulted together
+for a moment, when the foreman arose, and pronounced the happy
+words, "_Not Guilty_."
+
+And now the tears again rained down the cheeks of Rodney, as he
+came out of the infamous dock,--but they were tears of joy.
+
+A few kind questions were asked him by the judge; and a small
+sum of money, contributed by him and by several of the members
+of the bar, furnished Rodney the means of returning to his
+friends.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XII.
+
+CONCLUSION.
+
+
+Hastening to the end of our narrative, we pass by several
+intervening months, and witness again another Sabbath morning in
+May.
+
+Some twenty miles from the city of Philadelphia, a sparkling
+little brook passes through the meadow of a beautiful farm,
+losing itself in a thick wood that divides the contiguous
+estates.
+
+On that lovely May morning,--that serene Sabbath,--there
+might have been seen,--there was seen by the Omniscient eye,--a
+lad, some fifteen years old, walking thoughtfully along the
+margin of that little stream, and penetrating into the thickest
+part of the wood. He carried a book in his hand, and sat down
+close by the stream, under the shade of an old beech tree. And
+as he read, the tears streamed from his eyes, and his sighs
+indicated a burdened spirit. Indeed, his heart was very sad. He
+was oppressed by the consciousness of the great sinfulness of
+his life and heart against the holy and benevolent God. He
+remembered the early instructions he had received at home and in
+the Sabbath-school. He recalled the precious privileges he had
+enjoyed, and he remembered, with anguish and shame, how wickedly
+he had disregarded all these instructions, abused all these
+privileges, and sinned against his own knowledge of right,
+against his conscience and his God. He had long been burdened
+with these distressing emotions; he had often prayed, but had
+found little relief of his anguish, even in prayer. And now,
+even on this calm and beautiful Sabbath morning, there seemed to
+his heart a gloom in the landscape. There was a smile, he knew,
+upon the face of nature, but he felt that it beamed not for him.
+The carol of wild birds rung out sweetly around him; but the
+music saddened his heart yet more, for there was no inward
+response of gratitude and joy. The bright green of the Spring
+foliage and of the waving grass seemed dark and gloomy, as he
+gazed upon it through tearful eyes. His mourning spirit gave its
+own sombre interpretation to all the lovely scenes of nature. He
+deeply felt that he was a wretched sinner against God, and he
+could not see how God could be merciful to one who had so
+grievously transgressed. He scarcely dared to hope for the
+pardon of his iniquities, and was in almost utter despair of
+ever obtaining mercy.
+
+The book he had taken with him in his morning walk, was
+"Doddridge's Rise and Progress of Religion in the Soul." He read,
+carefully, the twelfth chapter in that excellent work, entitled,
+"The invitation to Christ of the sinner overwhelmed with a sense of
+the greatness of his sins." He was convinced that Jesus Christ was
+_able_ to save even _him_; and the strong assurances of his
+_willingness_ to save, "even to the uttermost," furnished in the
+promises of the gospel, began to dawn upon his mind as he read what
+seemed like a new revelation to his soul. When he read these words
+of Jesus, "Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and
+I will give you rest,"--"Him that cometh unto me I will in no wise
+cast out,"--though he had read, or heard them read, a thousand
+times before, it seemed now as though they had been written
+expressly for him. There seemed a freshness, a force, a glorious
+personal adaptation in them which he had never seen before.
+
+He turned over the leaves of the book, and the chapter on "Self
+Dedication" caught his eye. He read it; and when he came to the
+prayer with which that chapter closes, he kneeled down, with the
+book open before him, and solemnly, and with his whole heart,
+repeated that fervent prayer. It seemed to have been written on
+purpose to express his emotions and desires. When he had
+concluded, he closed the book, and remained still upon his
+knees, and tried, in his own language, to repeat the sentiments
+of that solemn act of Dedication. Never was a boy more sincere
+and earnest than he.
+
+How long he prayed he did not know; but when he rose and looked
+round him, the sun had long passed its meridian, and the shadows
+of the trees were cast towards the east.
+
+There was a delicious, joyful calm in his soul. All doubts of
+God's willingness to pardon and receive him had gone. A veil
+seemed to have been removed from the character of God. He
+thought of God as he had never thought before,--not as a stern
+and unrelenting Judge, but as a forgiving, loving Father. He
+saw, as he had never seen before, how sinners could be adopted
+as children of God, for the sake of the sufferings and sacrifice
+of Jesus.
+
+His spirit was very calm, but O, how happy! He had solemnly given
+himself to God, pleading the merits of Jesus as the reason for his
+acceptance, and he believed that God had received him, pardoned his
+transgressions, and accepted him as one of his own children. Again
+and again did he throw himself on the greensward, and pour out his
+soul in gratitude and in prayer. It was the happiest day his life
+had ever known.
+
+The whole aspect of nature seemed changed in his eyes. The
+gloomy shroud, that seemed to envelop it in the morning, had
+passed away. The smile of God seemed reflected from every
+sunbeam that played upon the green leaves and danced over the
+distant waving meadow. There was sweet melody now in the songs
+of the birds, in the rippling of the brook, in the hum of the
+bees, and in the sighing of the soft breeze. All seemed to sing
+of the goodness and grace of the adorable Creator. "_Old_ things
+had passed away, behold all things had become _new_."
+
+That lad was the RODNEY ROVERTON of this little volume. That
+change was wrought by the regenerating grace of God. It was the
+"peace of God, that passeth all understanding," diffused through
+all his soul. Where "sin had abounded, grace did much more
+abound."
+
+Rodney Roverton yet lives. He has been, for many years, a professed
+disciple of Jesus Christ, and an honored and successful minister of
+the Gospel.
+
+
+
+
+
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