He fell
flat in a moment, and there he lay as one dead, covered all over with
the cold snow and ice. Charley rushed into the street in a moment, and
screamed for help, but before he could reach the sweep a good man had
raised him up, and was kindly brushing his clothes. He was not much
hurt, but severely stunned. Charley took him by the hand and led him
into the house, and gave him some dry clothes, and put some stockings
and shoes upon his feet, and set before him a warm breakfast besides.
The poor chimney-sweep wept--for so much kindness had touched his heart,
and he sobbed out his thanks as well as he could, and took his leave
after receiving some small pieces of silver, which. Charley's mother
gave him to help him in his toil; for it was a toilsome life he had to
lead--that poor sweep; so young, too. It made Charley very sorry to see
his tears, and he sat a long time with his head bent upon his breast,
and never spoke one word. At last his mother said--
"What troubles you, dear? Are you thinking of the unfortunate
chimney-sweep? Then learn a lesson of gratitude for your own happy lot,
and be humble; for remember that this poor sweep is as good as you, and
perhaps far better in the sight of God, who looks at the heart and not
at the outward appearance.
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