The Van Buren press., 1859-07-20
Mgisrella,1g.
!" Mother Made It"

A few weeks since, while in one Of the
beautiful inland cities of Wisconsin, an in
cident occurred which awakened in my mind
a train of reflections which possibly may
be written and read with advantage.
/ was hurrying along the street when my
.ts.-.iea was arrested by the appearance of
little boy on the side of the pavement,
selling candy. He was not really beautiful.
nor was he decidedly the reverse His age
was about nine years his clothes were old
and faded. but well patched. His candy,
was spread upon q coarse, white cotton cloth
neatly stretched over what had been a
japanned server. He was surrounded by q
small group of boys, evidently belonging
to different grades of society.
AS came nearly opposite him, the oft
repeated interlude, Z" Candy, sir % fell up
on my ears, and, although opposed to the
excessive use of candy, stepped aside to
patronize the light-haired, pale, freckled.
home-spun little representative of trade. l
purchased of him, partly for his encourage
ment, but with particular reference to the
friendship of the little folks of the family
with which was temporary guest.
The candy was as white as the cloth be-
meath it, being free from the poisonous color
Ingredients so, extensively used in the con-
dictionary art. tasted it, and found it
delicately favored and very nice. my
boy" said /, your candy is very good
Let me have little .more," Immediately
saw that my remark had awakened in his
young heart emotions which, in themselves,
were quite abstrac. from the canday trade.
His countenance beamed with Joy, as he
raised his large eyes, sparkling with de-
light, and observed, in reply: :. 1t is good
isn't it?-Aother Made It." In these few
words was embodied an unconscious exhibi-
tion Of character. Here was q spontaneous
outburst of filial affection
Now this incident, in itself, was trifling,
but the spirit of the languags carried my
mind back through life more than thirty,
years, and at irregular intervals bade me
pause and apply the sentiment to some item
connected with my own history.
Before making the application, however.
l wish to disabuse myself of the charge
which such application. may incur, of ap-
propriating to myself the nobility of char
acter which have above attributed to the
candy boy. Holding myself exempt from
this arrogance. would simply say. am
not ashamed of the profession of my affec-
tion for my parents, and hope / may not
outlive that profession.
When was a little boy, at school, and
carried my dinner in sachel made of cali
CO, some of my school-mates carried theirs
in fashionable willow baskets, and some
times teased me because carried mine in q
"poke," / felt tvexed but reconciled myself
with the recollection, that, if did carry q
calico poke, mother made IT," In less
than twenty ty-five years after that time. one
of the same school-mstes was happy te
avail himself of the privilege of sending
his children to my school to receive gratu-
ous instruction, proffered in view of his ex.
treme poverty. His children came te
school without any dinner. They had nc
nice willow basket they needed no calico
"poke."
Willism Foster ruled his copy book with
. pencil set in fine silver case. He said
he would not carry such great ugly club
Of pencil As mine. compared the pen.
ellis. His was the handsomest, but no bet.
ter than mine. had good lead pencil,
hammered out Of piece Of lead. g Aokke,
Made i, and WAS satisfied with it. AT.
ter we grew up to be men. William Foste,
came to me 70 get me to calculate interest
on . small note at six per cent, per annum
he carried a.pencil worth four cents. hid
no gum-elastic ball; bat had one made .ol
woolien rsvelings and covered with leather
.' Aekkp made 4. -
When in my twenty second year, ] LEFT
home to attend school in L. Thare were IN
the school some fast young men. the sons
Of wealthy parents. There were .thers
whose good sense was not annihilated BY
pecuniary sdrsntsges. Of the former class