Eaton Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1843-1856, 1855-07-05
Mllscellalleous
THE LOST BREAST PIN.

was where pp town used to be-loSt valu-
able bIesst-pfn.i IN vain she mourhed. In
vain her husband offered reward l6r The lost
Jewel. Tears or money would not bring it
back. 1t was lost, lost in the street.-The
busy streets Of this ever crowded city, where
il might be picked up By some of ihe early
'chironiers or crushed in the dirt by some late
tramper. 1t was cause of grief, but there
are deeper causes, as we shall see by and by.
"Advertise," said the business man.
"Who reads adyertiSeme ntS," said No faith
"Try it," said Hope, somebody will, and
you may gel back your lost Diamond"
Hope was right. Somebody does read adver.
tisements-No faith 10 tie contrary, notwilh-
standing. The lost jewel had moi been tramp.
led in The dust, and had not fallen into the
hands ofthe chrffonitr. 1t was in the hands
'ofone willing 10 return il to the owner, and
'anxlohs to learn. whom he c6cd make happy
by Restoring the lost treasure. The offer Of a
eeward had no charms for him he was hun
self pure goW, aud not TO be charmed by gol-
den offers. Tie lost vii be restored 10 its
owner. But another lost article, lost ty anoth.
tr woman, near the same plece, will never
be restored. .'".' .
About the same time that the breast. pin
was lost in The street, little boy, about three
years old. the last impression Of the image OF
his lost faIhcr-the fifth token 10 his widowed
mother, came up from his play in the street,
10 his cheerless garret home, snd soGsk. for o
mothers solace, for he was sick. Vsinly she
strove to put Him of, or keep him quiet, for 10
her now every minute was worth more than
hours once were-She toiled 10 live and find
food for her children.
1t was more than she coti do, and when
she found that her child was really sick, she
shutdere at TIE thought Of time lost. 1t was
a jewelshe never wotld find again. Bot that
was not The worst loss, the child was lost
That insidious, loathsome disease, small pox,
that we are constantly importing, among other
"nol detiab+e" articles, had seized upon that
child and in three days he was not the sweet,
fond, bright eyed little boy, that every passer.
BY admired, but an object Of pity. The moth
er'bent over him, until SHE could stand no
longer. She was exhahsted-sick.
A friend wrote to the Secretary of beheV-
olent institution, begging him to "come and
see this distressed American widows fumily-
the mother sick, cnd the child dying, and four
others without food, fire or means 10 live"
Little could the loss of breast pin compare
with such A loss as this, and much less would
the Offer Of re ward bring back the lost.
give If he did 60, but words-.-his funds were
all gone and the next morning another mes
senger came and said
"My little brother died last night, MY moth
er is uh~elI and we have nothingin the house
to eat-my mother has just paid out all the
money brother earns, for rent, and she does
not know what she Is 10 do she has no
money 10 pay for burying the child, and she
has sent me here 10 ask you 10 assist her once
more. She wants TO bury him by the side OF
my father, in York Bay Cenietry."
81 ON sorry, but you must tell your mother
that we are out of money and still have q
'grtatman living children to take care Of and
don't see any way but TOT her TO let the City
pay the funeral expenses"
There was o tear in that boys eye, as he
turned awegji for he thought not only OF the
dead brother, but OF the living ones, and his
mother, and he wondeied how all Of them
were TO live. But he went away, sadly, to
that Cesolate garret room, the home of the
dead ahdrthB living. The mother was a SEN
sibe woman; she yielded to necessity, and
sent at once to the Aims House for help to
bury her child. -"
The door had hardly closed on the boy, as
he left the Secrela:ys Office, when gentle
man came in, pocket book in hand, with these
cheerful words on her tongue:
III have come 10 leave you little donation
! had the fortune to find lost breas! pin, and
the gentleman insisted on giving me the re.
ward, which refused, but finally told him
would take it for some of your poor American
Widows-and here is S6."
The Secretary started up and saidl "Frank,
give me my hat-Sir, thank you'll have a
place for this-I am glad that somebody has
lost breastpin, "with a stone In it,"-l wish
somebody else would lose one. wish every
body would lose stone out of their breast, or
pin onl OF their purse strings"
'fEhe owner of that pin is not half as glad
as am. kwas told last night 10 trust in
p,oyldsaSsi th.vE saSq i is prompt paymas'e''
And dawny'he went down Green street, and
and along Spring, walking aS though running
from Death instead Of going towafds il. Up
winding, narrow, crooked stairs, til his head
touched the bare roof boards, and there was
the sad scene. There lay the corpse, ali un-
like the thing il was-almost unlike human
being. " e'''''" t4'' a4'
Reader do you know what hsppiness Is I
did you ever see mother and childfsaj with
dead son and brother lying before them,
hoppy9 Wehave! We have seen them shed
tears or joy-not gtief. Tears that 10 the full
heart are good. Tears that make those who
shed them ss well as those who see them shed,
all happy. Tears that would make you glad