The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1853-08-09 00:00:00

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Mahomet resides at Tiflis,

GRATITITDE.-'

It's not

kindness

I blow a littl

life, and perhaps the lives of
time." " How was that ?" asked we of our
lings, the model conductor. "Why, we had
on this road watehir sr a tunnel. It was warm weather,
so he used to go into the tunnel, to keep cool. I rather
think he used to take a little liquor when he was lone-
any way, he laid down on the track, one day, to
the cars. He fell asleep, and very imprudently

Lers at the san

an Irishman

got his head cut off by the exPress train: Well, the]
was the last of that Irishman. There was the devil's ow
row in his shanty when we took the poor fello

tip, and

we got away as soon as we decently Could, for you know
it's not agreeable to be surrounded with a distracted
family, when you're neither a doctor, nor a nurse, nor a
preacher. Somehow, I was always sorry when I passed ;
of course I felt as if—not exactly the same thing—but
just as bad might happen to me some day, and then
there'd be another row in a family. I told my wife about
it,.and she sent the family some little things. The widow
of the dead Irishman was a Catholic, and, as I was then
on a very fast train, I would sometimes take up the of
woman on Sunday, and carry her to church at Ma
burg

I somehow thought it was a satisfaction
) to church, for she had but little chance in the we
anyhow. I certainly did not expect to get anything for
in this world, and I expected they had so much scored
against me in the other, that it wouldn't amount to any-
thing there. That was during the summer. One night
the next winter it was very cold, and the mountains were
covered with snow ; we were running to make time, when,
on turning a curve, the engineer saw a waving light on
the track, and we soon heard some one ahead shouting.
I was then on the platform. The engineer slacked up
and stopped the engine, and we got out and went ahead
in the dark to see what was the matter. There it was.
A large landslide had fallen across the track, near the
shanty of that old Irishwoman. She had built up a large
fire and watched for the train, for the curves were so
sharp that we might have been upon the slide before we
could see it. So, when we ran up there was the old lady,
with her calico cap, swinging the chunk of fire, like a
revolving lighthouse, and there were the little Irish
carrying -brush, like so many little beavers. She had
watched all that night in the cold. But for her in another
minute we should have run into a pile of dirt and stone
as big as Barnum's Hotel. I should have got a 'pit
ticket,' certain, for I was on the platform. What would
have become of the passengers and train you can guess as
well as I can." We expressed a hope that the old widow
had been properly rewarded: "The passengers made up
about eight dollars ; the company afterwards gave her
shanty rent free, the brakemen and engineers bought her
a cow, and she made out very well. But when I handed
the money to her that night she said, Gintlemen and
ladies, I'm thankful, and may ye niver know the want of
what ye give me- But what I did was mostly on account
of him, there. He was kind and thoughtful to the poor
and the afflicted, and I'd a watched till I froze before
harrum should have come to him, if I could ha helped it "
" D—n the thing, it made me choke right up."—American
paper.

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