I saw, too, how the small trouble to me had been the means of working out a great good to her.

My need of a washerwoman, about which I had been so annoyed, and the temporary want of a seamstress which I had experienced--light things as they should have been--led me to search about for aid, and, providentially, to fall upon Mrs.Partridge, who needed just what it was in my power to do for her.
Whenever I find myself falling into my old habit, which I am sorry to say is too frequently the case, I turn my thoughts to this poor woman, who is still toiling on under heavy life-burdens, yet with meekness and patience, and bowing my head in shame, say-- "If _she_ is thankful for the good she has, how deep should be _my_ gratitude!" I DIDN'T THINK OF THAT! MR.

LAWSON, the tailor, was considered a very good member of society.
He was industrious, paid what he owed, was a kind husband and father and a pleasant and considerate neighbour.

He was, moreover, attached to the church, and, by his brethren in the faith, considered a pious and good man.

And, to say the truth, Mr.Lawson would compare favourably with most people.
One day as Mr.Lawson stood at his cutting board, shears in hand, a poorly dressed young woman entered his shop, and approaching him, asked, with some embarrassment and timidity, if he had any work to give out.
"What can you do ?" asked the tailor, looking rather coldly upon his visitor.
"I can make pantaloons and vests," replied the girl.
"Have you ever worked for the merchant tailors ?" "Yes, sir, I worked for Mr.Wright." "Hasn't he any thing for you to do ?" "No, not just now.