American literature -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Sunday schools -- United States -- Periodicals
"By some chance, a disconsolate-looking, and acting pin was put on the
cushion, after the Parisians had all gone. He told me he was English;
and gave me the story of his life, which was a very sad one. He said
he did not care what happened to him now, and that the first chance he
could get, he should make away with himself. I advised him not to do
so, and tried to console him a little. But it was useless. He said that
without friends, life was but a burden to him.
"When I told him how I was made into a pin, he seemed much amazed, and
said the wire that he had been made of had been softened by heating,
and then had been pounded and twisted like a horseshoe into the right
shape. He said that that was the way with all his former English
friends, and he sighed. Then I was proud (I confess it) of my country;
proud that I was an American, and did not have to go through all
English pins did! While my creation only lasted ten seconds, his took
many minutes.
"Just as we were discussing the different methods by which we were
made, my mistress (and his) came into the room, and he hurriedly said
good-by.
"'You will never see me again. She will take me, and not you. Mine has
been a sad life, and it will have a sad end. I hope that you will be
happy. You are the only one that has ever tried to comfort me since all
my friends were taken away from me; but you could not. Good-by!' And
with that, my mistress took him away.
"She went over to the marble basin with the silver faucets, and turned
some water in, while she held the pin, not very securely, I suppose,
for he tried with all his strength, and gave a leap into the basin. The
water carried him swiftly through the hole, and he was seen no more!
"O how I felt! To see one of my own race go to destruction before
my eyes was hard to bear! I would have wept, but you know that is
impossible to me, but whenever I think of the sad, sad fate of him with
whom I was acquainted, for so short time, my brassy heart aches, as it
were, and I feel as if I must go and comfort him, lie he in sewer or
sea!"
(Just here the pin seemed much moved, and trembled so violently that I
put my hand on the edge of the desk, to keep him from falling off.)
Presently he continued: "Let this be a lesson to you, my dear young
friend, never to be discouraged, whatever be your lot in life, or you
will meet with a sad fate, like my poor acquaintance, the English pin.
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