be dull, but the old man shall have
it, if Mary and I go without sugar and tea for a week."

'Twas a good speech and bravely said, and the crowd responded to it as
bravely, for it fairly rained dimes and quarters and pennies, not only
into the carter's hat until it sagged, but into his cart, too, until the
bottom of it was speckled all over with copper and silver coin, and the
honest fellow held up his hands for the crowd to give no more, crying:

"Hold, hold! Here's enough, and more than enough."

But he could scarcely make himself heard, because of the cheering and
the laughing and the rattling of the pieces as the crowd continued to
rain them all the faster into his cart. Ah, me, what is that sweet
something in human hearts, which, in its response to human want,
translates us like a flash from low to highest mood; aye, which breaketh
through all barriers of selfish habit, and even the adamantine of
foreign tongues and poureth out its rich largess in a common tide to
meet a brother's need, where'er that brother is or whatever he may be?

But the old man did not wait to gather up the offerings of the generous
and sympathetic crowd, but snatching a handful of silver from the
carter's hat pushed his way out of the jam, and, holding the hand in
which he clutched the silver high above his head, hurried on after the
officer, crying at the top of his voice: "Here's the money, here's the
money; oh, good people," for the street was nearly blocked with those
that swarmed thickly in the wake of the officer and he could make but
slow progress through it, "tell him I have the money and am coming;
don't let him go any farther; I shall never catch him; stop him, stop
him, for the love of heaven, stop him; here's the money." And thus
crying aloud and calling, with his thin, tremulous voice, upon the
officer to stop, he ran frantically along the street, as fast as he
could, in pursuit.

But it is certain that the old man would not have caught up with the
officer had the latter been uninterrupted in his progress, for the
street was filled with people and he could not push his way with much
speed because of his feebleness, but fortune, or perhaps I should say
misfortune, favored him, so that he shortly overtook the object of his
pursuit and came up with the officer and the dog. But, alas! his old
heart got little gain thereby, but a grievous loss, rather, for when he
came to the spot both lay stretched senseless on the ground, the