The weekly hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1858-1860, 1859-02-15

hollow eyes * tha heeRax y. - sroad ~
. ten thousand other hanntin9 uhadoWs ~
pling every corner Of that regal apartment
I while, like Q trumpet, sounding III his eal
The prophetic words, freely 70 have receive,
freely give
i'll Five minutes elapsed and he was I'll
walking the Aoor with the same restless trca
his soul tossed backwards and forwards b
contending emotions. Suddenly he stoppe
before the fire again.
Where i my hat Amy dear r
why, don't you hear the snow bea
against the window, uncle Are you roin,
ont again 10 the wind and storm
i 4 must my darling There is somethin,
very important that I have forgotten
And he went forth again into the darkness,
and bowling tempest, with strong, brave
resolution striving in his heart against tbs
pangs OF remorse, that the sweet child's voice
had unwittingiy awakened As he turned
@ loo9 back for an instant, he beheld an in
iano face at the window, with long curls
falling around its earnest brow. She was
watching him on his way; his little guardian
angel
The boy still on a door step in narrow
street, with his face buried in his hands, and
apparently in o sort Of stupor. The MGR
chant softly touched his shoulder. He look
co Up with start, but almost before his be-
wlldered eyes could recognize any distinct
form in the dim lamp-light, he was alone
again while the glimmering ray was re-
hected from broad gold piece in his hand.
lie staggered to his feet, with faint excla-
ton, and the wealthy merchant went on his
way, rendered richer far, by the blessings
OF him that was ready to perishr
II was growing late, and no one was in
the store when the merchant arrived there,
except his agent and book keeper, who were
comparing accounts They both rose to
their feet, astonished ct this unusual appari.
ton.
Mr. Parkerr
'SirY
Did ysu follow my directions about that
woman-that poor widow down on Morden
street ?
i haven't yet, sir stammered the agent,
with guilty, apologetic air, the time has
been too short. The first thing Tomorrow
intend to-
Tell her she may keep the house for the
present and we'll say nothing about the rent.
we mustn't be hard upon these poor peo.
ple,Mr Parker. And stay-send her round
% my house to morrow, and well see what
can be done for her
Before the good-natured agent could ex-
press his sincere pleasure at this novel aspect
Of things, the door had closed and his en-
pioyer was fastening homeward again.
with far lighter and more cheering heart
: ie ls true, he unused, while his footsteps |
mechanically trod the old accustomed route.
am but the almoner Of my Father bounty |
strange that it never occurred to me before.
low much good might be done in the high.
ways and byways ofthis world. How many,
many years have | walked in the path of +
luxury, while brethren were fainting on the
saysides but for morsel of my overlooking
'lenty. It shall DO so no more The future
my own; but for the long irrevocable
'ast, God forgive me, cannot forgive nv
The red glow OF the FIRE was shining over
silent group in that lofty room-the mer-
hant IN his easy chair, with an open book
Q the little stand at his side, and the beau
iui child sitting at his feet her face half
ldden IN shadow, and the sunny hair parted
ack from the transparent brow, like bands
gold The serious tender eyes, blue and
envy, like forest violets, were fixed on the
q mans countenance with loving earnest
ess.
what are you murmuring to yourself,
ncle, dear2
Look, Amy
lie held the old and time worn Bible SO
'at the freight cleaned upon its sacred
'ges, and bending down, the little child
ad the sweet words:
Out OF the mouths Of babes and stockings
asst thou perfected praise 7