Sunbury American and Shamokin journal. [volume] (Sunbury, Northumberland Co., Pa.) 1840-1848, 1847-11-06
The Railing Passion Strong In Death; or
Two YELLOW FEVER ANECDOTES.

~ W a" VI" P'oVe'o' hst 'tho Tu'ing passion
is strong in death We see exempli6ca,ions
Of the fsct every day. but never did we hear o.
its being carried out in ts full extent till yes.
terday. We tell the tales ae they were told to
u.s.
About two weeks ago a young man, we'll
known in this city, for bis industrious and eco.
no'nicol habits, was taken sick with the yellow
fever The young gentleman in question, we
are sorry to say, was very mean, in fact, 40
much 70. that, in oil probability he wcult have
tanned the hide Of a certain offensive insect. in
order TO have preserved its skin. Thi. young
man. although the very pattern of probi,y
wouldn't even wear stockings.
The consequence was, that he took colo one
rainy day, took the fever, and would have died
had it oot been for his psrsimony. The fever
racked his frame, made his head feel like VOL
eano o" the eve Of an eruption, and 90 palsied
his limbs. that hs was scarcely able to move
finger. The eyes Of the mean Young gentle.
man were 700 weak to move in their sockets
his tongue hung iszily in his mouth, and his
heart had almost ceased to vibrate. Ills face
was as yellow as saffron, and his mserab bic ap.
peorancc showed that the 'scourge Of our eli.
mate had given him splendid thrsshing. The
doctor who had been tending him, came IN, and
really believing that his patient was going 10
die, after feeling his pulse, told him that he
must prepare for another and a better world
Doctor said the dying man, opening his Ian.
guild eyes, how long do you think will live?
My poor friend answered the physician,
wipins the :ears from his spec.acles, Il do not
think that you can live more than twen,v.four
hours
'Oh, doctor : exclaimed tho dying man.
don't say that! But STILL it can't live, | sup.
pose must bend to the will of Providencev
The dying man covered his face with the
bedclothes and the physician not being able to
endure the scene, was just about to depart
when his patient called out to him, Doctor,
what do you think it will cost for my funerslr
My poor !riend,' answered the humane ply.
sician. with tears in his eyes, 1T will not cost
much-probably not more than S25.'
The dying man started up in his bed, and
raising his hands as though he vas going to ex
ercise ghost exclaimed in the most ptisble
tones 'Oh, no. Doctor, don't say that! ! can't
afford to pny $25 TO be buried. Its highe. than
other people pay. and l can't afford it,
So saying. the young gentleman surk back
and wcpt like Niobe. Although worth some
tour or FIVE thousand dollars in solid cash, he
couldn't afford to die, because his funeral would
cost him $25. The me,nness of bis disposition
striking into his system, drove the fever out and
he recovered.
The next anecdote that we have to relate, is
that Of an unfortunate man who was taken sick
with the fever. and who was attended on by a
gentleman, in every way skilled in his protcs.
sion. The worthy doctor, passing, in his gig,
by hovel in the upper part of the city, early
in the morning. heard some one moaning as if
in great pain. His sympathies being aroused,
he alghteG. and went to the spot from whence
the noise proceeded. II was a wretched apart.
ment: In little narrow room, the walls of
which were covered with mildew-in one corner
there was bedstead that seemed almost too
weak to s,and up. A pine table. with very rheu-
matte looking legs. stood by the bedside; then
there was trunk aud sn old chair, and these
were all the articles of furniture in the room Of
the dying man.
The physician approached the bed of the suf
ferer, and after looking at his tongue and feeling
his pulse, tod him that he thought he could not
live.
Oh, Doctor" exclaimed the unfortunate crea.
ture, gasping ali the while for breath, I've got
somethin' on my mind'
WHAT is it my poor fellow il you have any.
thing that weighs heavily on your conscience,
reveal it TO me, for solemnly assure you, that
you have not long to live.'
'Oh Doctor! I've been grea, gambler in my
time. was hell on chuckerluck, and great a,
,himble,rigr .a. ...
The physician told him that his remarks were
not at all suited to his sitnation-thst he was
dying. and should place his thoughts on some
more serious subject.
DO you really think I'm going to die Doc,or!'
said the dying man.
You have not twenty -four bours to live,' re-
piled the doctor.
The dying man. in faint voice, requested
tho doctor to hand him pair Of blue cot,onade
trowsers. which were hanging on the back Of
the only chair in the room. The doctor did SO,
and the unfortunate invalid, plunging his wan,
yellow hand into his trowsers pocket, drew
forth bill. and informed the doctor that he d
bet hlm cool So, and go another s5 better,