Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1846-05-27

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A Aqueer old huniorist Evsd III I liitIe
cottage lntbe outskirts Or onE village. |.
Heshad travelled much ID The Easl
and had made money As. i msrchantiif
Smyrna. Being d native III our parish.
and d bachelor, he came si6 closc llss I,
moral chapter where ii began. 1need
scarcely Say that iike 30 lianyof fiis
Glass she was fidgety, testy aud troub.
3esofpe; but q ioserof iair play, wfthdl,,
warm hearted and benevolent. Al bod
tom too, he was d th0rouH uHRI9 ffeli6ious.s
man. He and ] were getsingi III! Ill ssneoais
monty well together. when, greatly 10
my sorrow, he took in and died, onIya
few months after we had beoame &c.
quainted. An odd incident befei him orll
his death bed; and must relate ;itas
illustrative of his character: 1Faa2aa
A thief made his way into the cot
tage one midnight, and entered his dy-
ing chamber to steal-for he was.count-
ed rich as a ,nabob. There was burn
ing light in the room. s g"
"What do you want,my friendq' was
the testy demand Of our distinguished
old gentleman. =, &a59 g.1ia . aF
"Your money and your jewel" rel
piled the thief. 5 .,.. s.,s'', zaa &iS,a
"Oh! you are there, are youl--veery
well. Just look at these old legs Of
mine. (Thrusting out bis emaciated
members from beneath the bed cfothes)
Nay, lay hold Of ,hem--feel Of them
so you may be perfectly convinced in
your own mind, now, that cannot 70
into the next apartment, where my mo.
ney is. Come then, take me on your.
back, and carry me there. Saying
this the old chap, dying though he was,
actually rose and got out ofbed.,sa
The thief drew back with q look of
ghastly surprise. ls ~ b9,asa
"Hark ye! son Of woman born,' con.
tinued the old gentleman emphatical-
ly, as he sat him down on the side Of
the bed, and raised his finger with
warning solemnity, II am far on my
way to eternity, and you are coming on
behind me. You are here 10 steal GER
tain trash Of mine. Come, TOW; YOU
must do better than that: Draw near.
Here is this old bald head of mine.--'
Stand forward. Reach me now your
lhievish hand into this inyeterate bo.
som Of mine. Oh! do but steal, rob-
plunder from it coveteousness, lust, and
every other lingering evil, and send
me lighter on my way. Oil do this,
and you shall have all MY goidi You
shake your head! You cannotl Here,
then, my friend--I am any thing but
heavy-you must take me on your
back. ..a, 81 as H.15ai,
The thief could not stand this. Hs
fell upon his knees, and begged the old
genlleman's forgiveness. ]. ,saema
"Are you really in waats" asked the
eccentric invalid. an ae}s IN
"I ami" was The reply, "but I deserve
10 be 80. fof have been dssipated and
idle; but aod 1l. hslp me, ! think hi . ] am a
"Take this Key then," said our dy-.
ing friend; "open my desk in the next,
room there (pointing TO tho doory YOU
will find purse Of gold in it, bring It to
me-" The thief did so. " 80
"Take that" said the worthy humorr-
ist, and he served cut his gold literally
into the thiet's trembling hand. With
tears in his eyes, The poor psnitent
again fell on his kness, and cravsd a
blessing on the dying man. He was
about to retire. "Nay friend. YOU
must help nIe into my bed for ii" said
the old gentlenan-'1it ii anything bur
reasonable that be raised up at mid,
night in this sort ofmannef." Accord
ingly the thief lifted the old man up in
his arms, and put him into the bed
"Now, brother worm," said he.queer
but wise old patient, II asked this piece
of service for your own good, as well as
mine. You will be nothing worse for
having felt the weight and worth Of an
armful Of poor, sinful, dying clay 1t
will help to keep in mind your good
resolutions. Christ be- with youl In
his own gracious Words go and sin.
no more ~ q aehelor In ths Scott.
ish Village. -...a Z 19t
A PRoDI a little iellpw has
made his appearance6 ~ Bostoh. ~ a
drummer, being only FIVE years of age.
His execution is as finished. rapid, and
effective as that Of the best artists that
drummed away at the celebrated sbattla
of Waterloo He is q pretty boy, mo:
and there are hundreds Of ladies' whp
60 every night just 10 get q glance Of
his sweet face. He plays on q drum
which is considerably larger than he
is himse1fl What nextl .nS9.