Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1855-01-31
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Unfadi1ag Flowers.
BY AN EDITOR.

BY AN EDITOR.
Thirty years ago, small, barefooteG
boy, paused to admire the flowers in q
welI.caltiyAted garden. The child was an
orphan, and had already felt how hard was
the orphans lot. The owner Of the gar
den, who was trimming border, noticed
the lad, and spoke to him kindly.
g Do you love flowers 2" said he.
The boy replied, Oh yes. We used
TO have beautiful flowers in our garden
The man laid down his knife, and gath
sering few flowers, took them to the
fence, through the pannels of which the
boy was looking, and handing them to him
said as he did so,
Here's nice little bunch for you"
A flush went over the child's face as he
ylok the flowers. He did not make any
reply, but in. his large eyes, as he lifted
them to the face Of the man. was an ex-
preston of thankfulness, to be read as
plainly as words in book.
The act, on the part Of the man, was
one Of spontaneous kindness, and scarcely
thought Of again; but, by the child, it was
never forgotten.
Years went by and through toll, priva-
ton and suffering, both in body and mind,
the boy grew up to manhood. From or
deals ike this, come forth our most effect
i've men. If kept free from vicious asso-
ciates, the lad of feeling and mental ac-
tivity becomes ambitious, and rises in So
Eiety above the common level. So it
proved in the case of this orphan boy
He had few advantages If stisasatiaS hut
such as offered were well improved. 1t
1bappened that his lot was cast in alprlnt-
ing-office.5 and the young cGmposteaf soon
became interested in his work. lie did
lot set Tie types as mere mechanic, but
went beyond the duties Of his calling, en-
xering into the ideas to which he was Civ
ing verbal expression, aud making them
his own. At tweaty zone he was a young
man of more than ordinary intelligence
and force of character. At thirty five he
Vas the conductor of widely-circulated
and profitable newspaper, and as man,
Respected and esteemed by all who knew
him.
Daring the earnest struggle that all men
enter into who are ambitious to rise in the
world the thoughts do not often go back
and rest. Immediately, upon the earlier
time Of life. But after success has crown
ed each well-drected effort, and the gain
lid Of a desired position no longer remains
q s,,Btest Of doubt, the mind often brings
up from the far off past most vivid recol-
lections Of incidents and impressions that
were painful or pleasurable at the time,
and which are. now seen to have had an
nuisance, more Or less decided, upon the
WhSjs after life. In this state of rehec-
ton sat one day the man we have here IN
PRODUCED. After musing for along time,
deeply distracted, he took Up his pen and
Wrote hastily-an these were the senten-
ees he traced upon the paper that lay be-
fore him.
HHow indelibly does a little act OF
kindness, performed at the right moment
impress itself upon the mind. We meet,
as We pass through the world, so much OF
rude selfishness, that we guard ourselves
AGAINST it, and scarcely feel its effects. -
Rut spontaneous kindness comes so rarely,
that We are surprised wheh it appears,
and delighted and refreshed as by the
perfume Of flowers in the dreary winter.
When we were small boy, an orphan,
And With the memory of home forever
iost too vivid ia eur yonng. heart. man,
into whose beautiful garden We stood look
inc. pulled few flowers, and handed them
through the fence, speaking kind word
as he did sd. He did not know, and per-
haps never will know, how deeply we
were touched by his act. From little