Burlington hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1845-185?, 1850-02-14

.1'oos" .he renee stood the orphan boy
He remembered having felt pity for him,
and he remembered now as distinctly az
if it were but yesterday, though tIirty
years had interviewed, the light that went
over the child's face as he handed him a
few flowers that were to fade and wither
in day.
Yes, the old mans voice faltered while
he read, and when he came to the last
sentence, the paper dropped upon the floor,
and clasping his hands together, he lifted
his dim eyes upward, while his lips moved
IN whispered words of thankfulness.
"What ails you, grandpa" asked Ellen
in surprise.
The old man did not seem TO hear her
voice.
"Dear grandpa" repeated the girl,
"why do you look so strangely p, She
had risen in the bed, and was bending TO-
wards him.
"Ellen, child" said the old man, light
breaking over his countenance, as though
sunbeam had suddenly come into the
room, sit was your old grandfather who
gave the flowers to that poor little boy
Did you hear W hat he said ?-he would
divide his last morsel."
The old man moved about the room with
unsteady steps, talking in a wandering
way, so over-ioyed at the prospect of re-
lief for his child, that he wa. nearly be-
side himself. But there yet fingered some
embers Of pride in his heart; and from
these the ashes were blown away, and
they became bright and glowing. The
thought Of asking favor as a return for
that little act, which was to him, at the
time, pleasure, came with feeling of
reluctance. But when he looked at the
pale voting girl who lay with her eyes
closed, and her face half buried inthe pill
low, he murmured to himself, s'It is for
you-for you !" And taking up his staff,
he went to'tering forth into the open air.
The editor was sitting in his office, wri-
ting when he heard the door open, and
turning he saw before him an old man
with bent form and snowy head. Some
thing in the visitors ccuntenance struck
him as familiar, but he did not recognize
him as one he had seen before.
"ls Mr. t in !" inquired the old
man.
"My name is T" replied the ed
itor.
"You?" There was slight express
sion of surprise in the old mans voice.
"fes, am T, my FRIEND" was
kindly said. Can DO anything for GU?
Take this chair"
The offered seat was accepted, and as
the old man sunk into il, his countenance
and manner betrayed his emotion.
81 have come said he, and his voice
-~~~ -,.r~s>aays4ssao en-ahas soanls aog -
for myself alone. But cannot see my
poor, sick grandchild wear out and die
under the weight of burdens too heavy to
be borne. For her sake ! have conquer
ed my own pride"
There was pause.
"Go on" said T, who was looking
at the old man earnestly, and endeav oring
to fix his identity on his mind.
"You don't know me 20
"Your face is entifely strange" said
T. at must have been long time
since we met"
Long! Oh yes! 1t is long time.
You were boy and unbent by age"
"Markland!' exclaimed T, with
sudden energy, springing TO his feet as the
truth flashed upon him, "Say is it SOP"
"Aly name is Msrkland."
"And do we meet again thus ?" said
T, with emotion, as he grasped the
old mans hand. "Ah, sir, l have never
forgotten you. When sad-hearted boy,
you spoke to me kindly, and the words
comforted me when had no other COM
fort. The bunch of flowers you gave nae
you remember it no doubt, are still
fresh in my heart. Not leaf has faded.
They are as bright and green, and full Of
perfume as when first hid them here
and there will bloom forever-the unfad-
ing flowers of gratitude. am glad you
have come, though grieved that your de-
clining years are made heavier by misfor-
tune. Heaven has smiled on my efforts
in the world. Ihave enough and to spare,
81 have not come for charity" returned
Markland. IL have hands, and they
would not be idle, though it is not much
they can accomplish
.''Be not troubled on tha: account, my
friend" was kindly answered, Il will
find something for you to do. But first
tell me all about yourself"
, Thus encouraged, the old man told his
story. 1t was the common history of loss
Of property and friends, and the approach
of want with declining years. T
saw that pride and native independence
were still strong in Markland's bosom,
feeble as he was, and really unable to en-
Ter upon any serious employment; and
his first impulse was to save his feelings
at the same time that he extended to him
entire and permanent relief. This he
found no difficulty in doing, and the old
man was soon after placed in situation
where but little application was necessa-
ry, while the income was aflsufficient for
the comfortable support of himself and
grandchid.
The flowers offered with purely hu-
name feeling, proved to be fadeless flow
ers; and their beauty and perfume came
back to the senses Of the giver when all
other flowers were dead or dying on his
dark and dreary way.
PLaxx RoAp DIv1DEsD.-The South
port { Wisconsin) Telegraph says
"The plank road leading northwest