The Burlington weekly hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington [Iowa]) 1860-1876, 1862-05-24


return Of peace that such explosions really Gu
inmate. While the war lasts, pervading pre-
sure serves to brace up all hopes, all interest,"
Bdt this pressure relaxes with the return
peace, and the vast artificial system which III
war compelled collspses into desolating chsol
This generation will soon witness spectacle
the Rebel States such - history but family pis
tures IS having succeeded the American Revc
luton, the overthrow Of Napoleon, or the clos
of our second war With England. The North be
already:gone through its portion Of the terribl
ordeal, and will now move forward With elsssi
enterprise, under invigorated energies, to ne,
industrial achievements. The currency explo
sion at the South is yet 20 coms.-[rribune.
A Angel. sa
BY MARY A. DENsoN.
A little pauper boy sat down on the curb
stone, and tried to think. His feet were bare
| red and cold; but never mind that. The chill
air penetrated his ragged garments; but neve
mind that. He wanted to think. Who ar,
these people passing him, looking 90 wsrm An,
| comfortable What did it mean that the,
should be happy and cheerful, and he SO sad
None Of them had such heavy hearts; that h,
was sure Of. He looked up into the cold blu,
sky. What was it, and who lived up there,-
Somebody had said once that God would take
care ofhim., Where was God! Why didn't b,
take care Of him! Oh! ifhe could only see Goo
for one little minute, or the angel that the good
men told him Of when his mother died! Did
folks ever see Godi Did they ever see angels!
An organ grinder came near and took mis-
stand. The melody he played lightened the
little boys heart somewhat; but it didn't warm
him; it didn't make him less hungry. He kept
shivering in spite Of the music, and he felt Sc
all alone, so despairing! Then the organ. grind.
er passed away; he never needed the little
child sitting on the curbstone, he had SO many
things to think of. The carriages passed BY,
and the carts, and . company Of soldiers; but
it was all dumb show to him-he was trying
to think; with such dull pain at his heart
Presently three or four coarse looking boys
gathered behind him, and winked knd laughed
ut each other. In another moment, the young
est gave Q thrust, and over went the poor lit.
tie homeless child into the gutter. One scream
one sob ofauguish, As he gathered himself up,
and looked after the boys, now flying away
with shouts Of mirth. Oil how cruel It SEEM
ed in them-how cruel! The little hungry boy
walked on, sobbing and shivering to himself.
He didn't know what he was walking for, or
why he was living. He felt out Of plsce-a
poor forlorn spirit that had lost its wsy-s
bruised reed that any one might break-a little
heart 90 tender that look was anguish, how
much more blow! =
The little boy stood at last near the corner
Of street. An apple stand, at which he gaz-
ed with longing eyes, not far Of, was tended
by cross looking old man. There were cakes
on the stand, and the poor little mouth of the
homeless child watered Is he saw one boy after
another deposit his penny, and take his cake.
He had no penny, and though there Was hun.
ger in his eyes, the cross-looking old man new.
or offered him morsel.
The tempter came. The old mans back was
turned: A vile boy at his side--at the side Of
the homeless child-nudged his elbow! s.You
take one" he whispered; 'Pll give you half"
The little child gazed at him steadily. He
saw something in the bleared eyes that made
him shrink; something that set bis heart beat.
ing. ,
~ tell you, hook one," whispered the boy;
81 won't tell, and we'll 60 away and eat it."
81 don't want to steal, said the homeless
child.
ooh! you fool" muttered the brutal tempt
er, and smote him in the eyes, his heavy hand
dealinga blow that sent the poor little child
against the wall, his whole frame quivering
with anguish. The terrible blow had almost
blinded him fora moment. A great sob came
up in his throat, "Oh! what have done to be
treated so!' There never, never was God, or
He would not let him suffer so, and that because
he refused to be wicked don't believe that
ever man in his deadliest bereavements suf-
fered more than that sad little child. His
heart was literally swelling with grief, and
though he could not reason about it, he felt as
if there was great and sore injustice some
where. e-se
fn ho a. A
binding pain still made his poor temples ring
"Back! back! Good heavensl The child is
under his feet! Back! back!"
''Oh! mamma, it is our horses run over
poor little boy. Obi mamma, mammal"
'Is he hurt much, coachmani The woman's
is pale as ashes. 'sYes, he is hurt badly
Take him right in; don't wait; carry him right in
and up stairs. It was your carelessness The
child shall de attended to- sia.8 ~
There is no anguish now. Perhaps God saw
he had borne all he could. and 50 took the poor
little broken heart there to heal How very
white and quiet! 'Oh! sweet fsce-a sweet
sweet face! murmured the woman, bending
over the boy; and tears fell upon his forehead,
but he did not feel them. SEQ "a
'Oh. the poor little boyp sobs Nelly, the
poor little boy! wish he had kept on the
/ wish he had staid at home with
his mother.
Alas! in this world there was no mother 10
keep him. oaa
The doctor came, said he was not dead, but
would very likely die. There was . hospital
near. The roor thing had better be sent
there. But the good woman would not allow
that. She would care for him herself, she
said. He had been injured by one Of her
horses, and she felt it WAS her duty to attened
to him. Besides, it was likely the child had
no mother. Such boy - he, with face SO
sweet and girlish, 50 pure and loveable,
would never be sent on the streets like that,
telD there was little mound not yet green
over just such child No, no; it was not in
her heart to put the poor wounded boy away,
Let him stay whether he lived or died.
The weary. weary days passed on. One
morning, the little boy opened his dim blue
syes, but he did not know himself His glance
bands around his wrists, with rufiies on them.
The bed WAS so snowy white, too, and Grim.
BON light fell over every thing. slp.u
Dear God! l am in heaven murmured the
child. 'Yes, God will take care Of me now
What visions Of lovsliness glanced forth
from the shadow behind the bed! The beam
ing eyes looked love and gladdess upon him.
oh! yes there Is an sngsl!' hs, said softly.
They won't knock me over again; they won't
want me to steal apples here; and perhaps
shall never die again, Now, want to sss my
mother - n ,fes..,,
MY dear boy. are you better this norning.'
asked low. soft voice. ~ gEH d
He turned slowly, wearily. SEQ se g
is 1t motherr he murmured.
ooh! yes' and there ware rouick soba and
tears, yes my little child, I viii BE- your moth.
n. and you shallbs my son. WIN you love
me dearly 7t&H ~ e s1a
Heaven! no darling, it 10 assrth; bat God
sent you here to our hearts, and you shan bs
loved and cared for. See here 10 . little sister
and You will b very happy with her. Kiss
him, Nelly - -
Her rosy lips touched his pale enss, and .
smile lighted up his face. The pest
Vas not forgotten, but II Was gone. No more
n os,1dw crusta n>fha hap~h II H.