The words smote on my feelings. Mr. Bryan was a poor, but honest and industrious young man, upon whose daily labor a wife and five children were dependent. He went meanly clad, because he could not earn enough, in addition to what his family required, to buy comfortable clothing for himself. I saw, in an instant, what the true disposition of the coat should have been. The china vases would a little improve the appearance of my parlors; but how many pleasant feelings and hours and days of comfort, would the old coat have given to Mr. Bryan. I said no more. Aunt Rachel went on with her knitting, and I took the vases down into the parlors and placed them on the mantles--one in each room. But they looked small, and seemed quite solitary. So I put one on each end of a single mantle. This did better; still, I was disappointed in the appearance they made, and a good deal displeased with myself. I felt that I had made a bad bargain--that is, one from which I should obtain no real pleasure. For a while I sat opposite the mantle-piece, looking at the vases--but, not admiringly; then I left the parlor, and went about my household duties, but, with a pressure on my feelings. I was far, very far from being satisfied with myself. About an hour afterwards my husband came home. I did not take him into the parlor to show him my little purchase, for, I had no heart to do so. As we sat at the tea table, he said, addressing me-- "You know that old coat of mine that is up in the clothes-press?" I nodded my head in assent, but did not venture to speak. "I've been thinking to-day," added my husband, "that it would be just the thing for Mr. Bryan, who lives opposite. It's rather too much worn for me, but will look quite decent on him, compared with the clothes he now wears. Don't you think it is a good thought? We will, of course, make him a present of the garment." My eyes drooped to the table, and I felt the blood crimsoning my face. For a moment or two I remained silent, and then answered-- "I'm sorry you didn't think of this before; but it's too late now." "Too late! Why?" enquired my husband. "I sold the coat this afternoon," was my reply. "Sold it!" "Yes. A man came along with some handsome china ornaments, and I sold the coat for a pair of vases to set on our mantle-pieces." There was an instant change in my husband's face. He disapproved of what I had done; and, though he uttered no condemning words, his countenance gave too clear an index to his feelings.