“ We meet, as we pass through the world, so much of rude selfishness, that we guard ourselves against it, and scarcely feel its effects. But spontaneous kindness comes so rarely, that we are surprised when it appears, and delighted and refreshed as by the perfumes of flowers in the dreary winter. Wheu we were a small boy, an orphan, and with the memory of home for evet lost too vivid in our young heart, a mau, into whose beautiful garden we stood looking, pulled a few flowers, and handed them through the fence, speaking a kind word as he did so. ”

“ He did not know, and perhaps never will know, how deeply we were touched by his act From a little boy we loved the flowers, and ere that heaviest affliction a child ever knows—the loss of parents—fell upon us, we almost lived among them. But death separated between us and all those tender associations and affections that, to the hearts of children, are like the dew to the tender grass. ”

“ At twenty-one he was a young man of more than ordinary intelligence and force of character. At thirty-five he was the conductor of a widely-circulated and profitable newspaper, and as a man respected and esteemed by all who knew him. ”

“ During 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 meditatively upon the earlier time of life. But after success has crowned each well directed effort, and the gaining of a desired position no longer remains a subject of doubt, the mind often brings up from the far-off past most vivid recollections of incidents and impressions that were painful or pleasurable at the time, and which are now oen to have had an influence, more or less decided, upon the whole after life. ”

“ They have neither faded 'nor withered—they cannot, for they are unfading flowers. We never looked upon the man who gave them to us that our heart did not grow warm toward him. Twenty years ago we lost sight of him: but if still among the dwellers of earth, and in need of a friend, we would divide with him our last morsel. ”

“ Thus encouraged, the old man told his story. It was the common history of loss of property and friends, and the approach of want with declining years. T——— saw that pride and native independence was strong in Markland‘s bosom, feeble as he was, and unable to enter upon any serious employment ”