The weekly hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1858-1860, 1859-05-24
.sWothar Nafla re-
From the Home Journal.

Is kfOm the Home journal
A few weeks sincn. while in one Of the
beautiful Laid ,.,es vi Wisconsin, an in
cident occurred which awakened ia my mind
. train Of reflections which possibly may bt
written and read with advantage
] was hurrying along the street, when my
attention was arrested BY the appearance o.
little boy on the side Of the pavement, sell
ing candy. He was not really beautiful, mol
was he decidedly the reverse His age va,
about nine years ; his clothes were old and
faded, but well patched His candy wa,
spread upon q coarse, white cotton cloth
,cal,y stretched over what had been jap
aimed server. He was surrounded BY Z
small group Of boys, evidently belonging te
different grades Of society
As | came nearly opposite him the Of
repeated interlude, Candy, sir r fell upon
my ears, and although opposed to the ex
cessive use of candy, stepped aside to pat
ronize the light haired, pale, freckled, home
spun little representative Of trade. pur
chased Of him, partly for his encouragement
but with particular reference to the friend-
ship Of the little folks Of the family with
watch was temporary guest
The candy was a. white as the cloth be-
meath it, being free from the very poisonous
coloring ingredients SO extensively used in
the confectionery art | tasted it, and found
it delica,ely favored and very nice
any boy" said !, 'your candy is very
good let me have a little more
| Immediately saw that my remark had
awakened in his heart emotions which, in
themselves are quite abstract from the candy
trade His couutenance beamed with joy as
he raised his large eyes, sparkling with de-
light, and observed in reply:
ut is good isn't it? Mother made it
In those few words was embodied an un.
conscious exhibition of character. Here was
a spontaneous out burst of flial affection.
1 Now this incident, in itself, was tr,fling !;
] but the spirit OF the language carried my
mind back through life more than thirty
year,, and at irregular intervals babe me
j ause aud apply the sentiment to some item
connected with my own history.
Before making the application, however.
| wish to disabuse myself Of the charge,
which such application may incur, Of appro.
printing to myself the nobility Of character
which ! have above attributed to the candy
boy. Hoidiog myself exempt from TINS
arrogance, would simply say that | am not
ashamed Of the profession of my affection
for my parents and hope may not outiye
the profession.
When ! was a little boy at school, and
carried my dinner in a satchel made of cali
90, some OF ny schoolmates carried theirs in
iashia nabIe willow baskets, and sometimes
leased ME because ! carried mine in .poke
ielt v.xed. but reconcled myself with the
recollection that, il did carry calico poke
mother made ii In less than twenty-five
it.,r e A.
schoolmates was happe to avail himself ot
the privilege OF sending his children to my
school to receive gratuious instructions prof.
Tered IN view OF his extreme poverty. His
children came to school without any dinner.
They had no nice willow basket they need
ed no calico poke
William Foster ruled his copy book with
pencil set In II fine oliver case He said he
would not carry such great ugly club of a
pencil as mine. compared the pencils
His was the handsomcst, but no better than
mine had n good lead pencil hammered
nut of piece of lead "lMother made it"
and | was satisfied with IT. After we grew
up to be men, William Foster came to me
to get me to calculate interest on IL small
mote, at SIX per cent per annum he carried
pencil worth four cents had no gum
elastic bail but had one made of w,olen
revelings and covered with leather. sMother
made IT.
When in my twenty.second year, left
home to attend school in l. There we're in
the school some fast young men, the sons of
wealthy parents There were others whose
good sense was not annihilatated Y pecuni-
airy advantages Of the former class was one
John stokes, who wore very fine broadcloth
My best coat was not So fine, the cloth cost
two dollars and fifty cents yard my moth
er had traded tow check of her own manu-
facture for it, while ! was working to assist
my father in raising his family. She paid fifty
cents for getting the garment cut, and made
1t herself. John Stokes came one day to nv
desk, held out his arm, compared his coat
sleeve with mine, and inquired ironically,
where got such IA fine coat proudly told
him, mother made itl He feisned great
surprise, and sarcastically observed he had
mistaken it for imported goods he wished
be could get such fine clothes and wondered
if mother would get him up a fine coat
A sort time atterward, while in tailor
shop one morning with a fellow student.
John Stokes fine coat was brought in bv
lad with instructions to scour and press it,
lie was not III his class that day he had
been seen the previous night on Water ST,
roi,n. IN the mud drunk as Bachus. He
left the school in disgrace He now lies in
a drunkard's grave
boarded myself while attending school
here. walked nine miles home at the close
OF each week. ard returned on Monday
morning with my loaf of bread under nv
arm. 1t would become stale before Friday
evening" but ALWAYS relished it when | re-
that another made a.
am now SO far advanced in life that nv
friends begin to ali me old But | have
not lived long enough to learn why sl,onld
not still respect my mother and regard her
She is quite advanced IN
lille, and has nearly lost her sight. She sits
within lew feet ot me, sewing up rent in
my linen coat while | write this She knows
not what am writing She has been a Wild |
NV eight years, and is still telling for the |
welfare of her children She has never
tndied grammar, nor philosophy, nor music |
| hese things were seldom taught in her |
younger days But SIZE knows their value. |
md has ioll d hard many IA day to purchase |
book, Tor her children and t, support them |
1t school. And shall now curl the lin of |
'corn or blush in company, to hear her |
substitute IA verb of unity Tor one Of plurality. |
n pronounce word twenty years behind |
the Websterlan era ? Ncvcr-no, never,
The old dIapldated grammar in my library
might testify against her style but its tes>
imony would be infinitely more terrible
against my ingratitrde recollect well
when she rode seven miles one cold winters
lay, to sell Produce and purchase that book
or me. when was iittlerboy. 1t required
l sacrifice, but MOTHER MADE IT.
TnE LATEST FisH sToRY.-A gentleman
who has just returned from Missouri saws.
While he was sojourning at the town OF
Trenton a ponderous fish came down the
irand River, swan under tie huge water
wheel OF II erist mill, and completely stopped
he operations Of the concern for several
hours, The inhabitants of the place turned
nut en- masse, and at once resorted to meas
Tres for the capture of the scaly monster A
ar.e hook wus attached TO powerful chain.
Md then fastened into the glls of the fish.
md eight yoke OF oxon were hitched to the
hain. Alter making several Intellectual
'nlis, another yoke was added, when they
ucceeded in drawing the fish out upon the