“But, suppose a man cannot get work,” said Mr. Jonas.  “How is he to serve society, for the sake of a reward?”

“True charity will provide employment for him rather than bestow alms.”

“But, if there is no employment to be had Mr. Prescott?”

“You make a very extreme case.  For all who are willing to work, in this country, there is employment.”

“I’m by no means ready to admit this assertion.”

“Well, we’ll not deal in general propositions; because anything can be assumed or denied.  Let us come direct to the case in point, and thus determine our duty towards the family whose needs we are considering.  Which will be best for them?  To help them in the way you propose, or to encourage them to help themselves?”

“All I know about them at present,” replied Mr. Jonas, who was beginning to feel considerably worried, “is, that they are suffering for the common necessaries of life.  It is all very well to tell a man to help himself, but, if his arm be paralyzed, or he have no key to open the provision shop, he will soon starve under that system of benevolence.  Feed and clothe a man first, and then set him to work to help himself.  He will have life in his heart and strength in his hands.”

“This sounds all very fair, Mr. Jonas; and yet, there is not so much true charity involved there as appears on the surface.  It will avail little, however, for us to debate the matter now.  Your time and mine are both of too much value during business hours for useless discussion.  I cannot give, understandingly, in the present case, and so must disappoint your expectations in this quarter.”

“Good morning, then,” said Mr. Jonas, bowing rather coldly.

“Good morning,” pleasantly responded Mr. Prescott, as his visitor turned and left his store.

“All a mean excuse for not giving,” said Mr. Jonas, to himself, as he walked rather hurriedly away.  “I don’t believe much in the benevolence of your men who are so particular about the whys and wherefores—­so afraid to give a dollar to a poor, starving fellow creature, lest the act encourage vice or idleness.”

The next person upon whom Mr. Jonas called, happened to be very much of Mr. Prescott’s way of thinking; and the next chanced to know something about the family for whom he was soliciting aid.  “A lazy, vagabond set!” exclaimed the individual, when Mr. Jonas mentioned his errand, “who would rather want than work.  They may starve before I give them a shilling.”

“Is this true?” asked Mr. Jonas, in surprise.

“Certainly it is.  I’ve had their case stated before.  In fact, I went through the sleet and rain one bitter cold night to take them provisions, so strongly had my sympathies in regard to them been excited.  Let them go to work.”

“But can the man get work?” inquired Mr. Jonas.

“Other poor men, who have families dependent on them, can get work.  Where there’s a will there’s a way.  Downright laziness is the disease in this case, and the best cure for which is a little wholesome starvation.  So, take my advice, and leave this excellent remedy to work out a cure.”