toward him, and finally whispered to her father, ‘I want to go and speak to that Friend.’
She was introduced accordingly, and they had much pleasant chat together.
In one of the families where he visited, they told him an instructive story concerning a Quaker who resided in Dublin
, by the name of Joseph Torrey
One day when he was passing through the streets, he saw a man leading a horse, which was evidently much diseased.
His compassionate heart was pained by the sight, and he asked the man where he was going.
He replied, ‘The horse has the staggers, and I am going to sell him to the carrion-butchers.’
‘Wilt thou sell him to me for a crown!’
The man readily assented, and the poor animal was led to the stable of his new friend, where he was most kindly tended.
Suitable remedies and careful treatment soon restored him to health and beauty.
One day, when Friend Torrey
was riding him in Phoenix Park
, a gentleman looked very earnestly at the horse, and at last inquired whether his owner would be willing to sell him. ‘Perhaps I would,’ replied Joseph, ‘if I could get a very good master for him.’
‘He so strongly resembles a favorite horse I once had, that I should think he was the same, if I didn't know he was dead,’ rejoined the stranger.
‘Did he die in thy stable?’