Burlington hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1845-185?, 1851-06-05
Intellect in Rags

A late rain had given a coating of mud to the
red brick sidewalks SO the children trod danti-
ly; the elder one, slight and delicatelv formed
girl, with dark eye, and full, rich ringfes, care
fully lifting her soft shining garments, that they
! might not be soiled by contact with the wet
earth.
And now their way led through dark, damp
alley, where sunbeams grew sickly and paled
into dmness as they touched the heavy and tainted
atmosphere, though perchance. long times be-
tween, they melted into shadows upon the golden
halr OF some povertyclad infant; for many such
| sat IN the broken doorways Of that comfortless
city lane. The boy and girl moved slowly onward
| their white brows bent downward. their bright
! eyes searching for the hidden pave-stones vet
ever and anon some quick laugh at the udicrous
figures that filtered across the path, would throw
| their cheeks into dimples.
Don't you hate such dirty places ,Julia?'' said
| the boy as few drops-not Of crystal-sained
the glossness of his rich attire; '.don't you wish
the school was at the other end of the lane ?''
| ''lfs perfectly horrible.' answered the beauti-
full young creature, with light laugh. 'dear do
look at those creatures they can have no senslbl-
| ty, no refinement; how dirty, how contempt
ible they are. Well thank goodness we were born
rich.'
stop, julia, hush, wonder s some thing TO ex-
cite our laughter, | warrant you. Ha. ha, boy
larger than myself, and he appears to be picking
| out the letters on that scrap of paper
stand Still Arthur, do, and let's hear him, we
can wait moment"
A few PAGES before them sat bov Of some
thirteen years, hatless, shoeless, and with very
scant frock and trowScrs. the latter mass of
patches. His hair tangled and thick hung over
his down cast eyes. and his hands stained and
rough with labor, grasped little piece of torn
newspaper, which he had evidently picked out of
the mud. So absorbed was he in his task, that
he did not notice the fair and high bred Young
strangers, who stood regarding him with thought
less but subdued mirth.
llark the boy leaned his brown face on his
clcnchcd hands, m,lrmurs, unconscouslv, aloud
-''b-l-e-n-no, not that yes no"-a deep drawn
sigh, then again-s'bl- l-a-n--oh, dear | have
forgotten; shall never read like Barney
As the poor child exclaimed thus, he lifted
his eyes, sorrowfully, from the tatered bit of pa
per, his gaze fell upon the listeners whose beau
tifui lips were curled with scornful smiles. 4
flash of crimson started TO his swarthy cheeks,
mounting to his forehead, as he threw off the tam
ged curs and his bold black eyes fell before their
familiar stare.
''Ha, ha," said the richly clad youth careless
ly, 'Fve got brother only five years old. at home
who can read better than that. A big boy like
you, ought, at least to know his letters. Why
don't YOU go 10 school?'
''To school." echoed Julia. sneeringly. :'lo YOU
suppose he could 60 into any decent school! Ills
name ought TO be patchwork: ha, ha poor thing
!
bov dresses better than that
The lad at her tone Of commiSerati0n sDrarg
to his feet, and bent upon the brother and sister
such glance Of defiance and indignation, that
they nstinctiyely hurried onward, the girl turned
once more mockingly around and gave utterance
10 bantcrng laugh. Still the poor lad stood.
wounded to the hearts core: still he gazed after
them his full lips quivcred with mental anguish.
his black eve, through the misty drops that hung
trembling on It's lid, flashing fire. as though they
would blast and seattle the selfish pride of those
| thoughticss children; then turning he hurried up
| three broken steps into dim entry, few along a
dark passage, and entering chcerless room, fling
himself upon the uneven floor and wept burning
tears Of grief and shame
The parlors Of stately mansion on Beacon
street, Boston, We're brilliantly illuminated. The
owner OF the prncely tenement had issued cards
for a fashionable soiree the hour had arrived,
and the guests were assembling. The rich and
the great Were there; but conspicuous among all
and conversin- with the Ex-Presdent of the
United States, the elder ADAMS, stood noble
looking man In the bloom and viEOr Of manhood.
His face intellectually beautiful and his att-
| tude commanding, yet extremely graceful.
'.All the evening"" murmurcd a fashionable.
yet lovely, lady to Mr. Adams as he turned to-
wards her, 'haye been trying TO gain intro
ductou TO Mr. LIS distinguished guest; b'rt he is
so surrOunded-now, however, he stands alone
| should esteem it rare honor to speak with him
for a moment.'
''You shall have the PLEASURE said the Ex-
President, smiling and turning, he presented the
beautiful and facinating wife of millionaire to
the talented stranger.
1--WE have met before, Madam" said the gen.
tleman, bowing low to conceal a strange express
ion that stole over his features.
Il have forgotten," answered The lady, in her
sweetest tones.
- havp mo-. ura hnfprn t,yantxy yearS
ago" he continued still keeping his piercing eyes
upon her; ''we met in little lane. narrow, re-
pulsive place, where the cries Of hunger resound-
ed upon the still air, and where rags, misery and
filth met the stranger at every step
He paused, and she gazed more curiously upon
him.
.'Perhaps you do not remember the time and
places perhaps Won do not remember how two
pampered children of wealth passed along that
lane; It may be YOU have forgot the poor outcast
grasping at science (tho then scarcely consciously
with his untutored mind. The laugh of derIson
that was then flung upon his lonely heart-for
am that chIld-roused the latent fire OF ambition
within my breast;'' and he continued more softly
II thank you for the taunt and scornful word;
they were ever my upward path to honor; | had
but to think of them and my soul was nerved anew.
| thank you for them;'' and triumphant smile il
Illuminated his countenance.
The lady, faint and mortified .glided away from
her rebukcr, and in less than an honr sat hufnbed
and weeping in her own proud mansion. She had
wished, nay coveted Just one word, from the be-
ing who, in her naughty childhood, she had de-
rided and despsed for his poverty; and she had
been repaid with contempt, though smoothly
worded and dehcatelv expressed by the neglected
boy. whose name now rang throughout the world.
Have a care, then, sons and daughters of PIen-
tv. Scorn not the child Of poverty, who with
pensive eve and lifted hand tolls up the rugged
heights OF Parnass,is mcared for and unaded.
Though clothed in rags, he may gain the dizzy
height while you, decked in the meaner para
phernalia of wealth, humbly grope along the
mountains base. and under the very feet Of him
whom you dlsdain.
Cure FOR THE ERYsIPELAs. The following
recipe for the cure OF Erysipeias, was furnished
to the editor Of the st Joseph Valley Register, by
a lady who says it never failed to her knowledge,
in healing the disease:
Take quantity Of bark from the sassafras root
boil it well-add weak iye--drain of the liquid
--thicken it with wheat bran, Cor shorts if bran
cannot be had,) making pouluce of it, and apply
it to the part or parts affected renewing II as often
as il becomes dry. While using it in the water
that the patient may desire to drink, add piece
of saltpetre the size of a pea to pint Of water.
THE LocUsTs HAVE COME The event has
justified Doctor Smiths prediction exactly. Yes
terday morning, may 18Th, the general resurrec-
ton commenced. and we learn that field and for
est are now rife with them in every direction as
far as heard from. DR. Smith has shown quite
q considerable box full of the large perfect in