Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1841-1853, 1847-10-21
From the NeV Orleans Delta.
The Ruling Passion Strong in Death:
OR TWO YEIInN FEVER ANECDoTEs.

OR, TWO YELLOW FEVER ANECDOTES.
1t is old proverb that the 'rung passion is strong
in DEATH" We see exempli6caons of the fact every
day. but did hear of its being carried out to
lis full extent until yesterday. We "el the tales as
they were told to u.s."
About two weeks ago young man, well known IN
this city for his industrious aud economical habits,
was taken sick with the yellow fever. The young
gentleman in question, sorry to say, was very
mean In fact, so much 50, that IN all probability he
would have tanned the hide of certain offensive IN
Sect order 10 have preserved Its skin. This young
man, although the very pattern OF probliy, wouldn
even wear stockings. the consequence was, tnat he
caught cold one rainy day. took the fever, and would
have died, had it not been for his parsimony. The
fever racked his frame, made his head feel like vol
tile of eruption, and so palsed his limbs,
that he was scarcely able to move finger. The eyes
OF the mean young gentleman were too weak to move
in their sockets-his tongue hung lazy in has month,
and his heart had almost ceased 10 vibrate His face
yellow saffron, and his miserable appearance
showed that the ''scouree Of our climate" had given
him splendid thrashlng. The doctor who had been
attending him came in, and really believed that his
patient going to die, after feeling his pulse, told
him he must prepare ''f6r ano her and better world.
Doctor said the dying man, opening his languld
eyes, show long do you think will llve!''
''My poor frIend," answered the physician, wiping
the from his specaces 81 do not think that you
can live more than twcnty-fOur hours
"Oh, docIor!" exclaimed the dying man. "don't say
that! But still, if | can't live suppose must bend
to the will of Provldence.'
The dying man covered over his face with the bed
clothes, and the physician not being able to endure
the scene, just about 10 depart, when his patient
called Out to hun, doctor, what do you think 1t will
cost for my funeral!
my pour friend" answered the humane physician,
with tears in his eyes, sit will not cost mucl-prob
ably not more than So
The dying man started up in his bed, and raising
his hands as though he going to exercise ghost,
exclaimed in the pitlabe tones .Oh no, Doctor,
don't sag that can't afford 10 pay S25 to be buried.
Us higher than other people pay, and can't afford
it,"
So saying. the young gentleman sunk back, and
wept like n lobe. Although worth some four or hive
thousand dollars in solid cash, he couldn't afford TO
die, because his funeral would cost him S2o. The
meanness of his disposition striking into his system,
drove the fever out, and he recovered.
The next anecdoe that we have to relate, is that
of an unfortunate man who was taken sick with the
fever, and who was attended by gentleman in
every way skilled in his profession. The worthy doc
tor passing in his gig by hose in the upper part OF
the city, early in the morning, heard some one moan
ing, as if in great pain. His sympaIhes being ar
roused he aighted and went TO the spot from whence
the noise proceeded. 1t was wretched apartment;
in little narrow room, the walls of which were COW
cred with mildew-in corner there was bedstead
that seemed almost too weak to stand up. pine ta-
be- with very rheumatic looking legs stood by the bed
side then there was trunk and old chair, and these
were all the articles of furniture in the room OF the
dying man. The physician approached the bed OF the
sufferer and after looking at his tongue and feeling
his pulse told him that thought he could not live.
s.Oh. Doc.!' exclaimed the unfortunate creature
gasping all the while for breath, 'Ive got something
on my mind!'
"What is it, my poor fellow! If you have any
thing that weighs heavily your conscience, reveal
il to me, for solemnly assure you that you have not
long to live"
..Oh, Doc! I've been great gambler In my time.
| was I'LL on chuckerluck, and great at thimoie-
rig!"
The physician told him that his remarks were not
at all suited to his situation-tat he was dying, and
should place his thoughts on some more serious SUD-
ject- ;. nm,
do you really think I'm gon to die Doc'" said
the dying man.
"You have not twenty-four hours to live,' replied
the doctor.
The diving man, in faint voice, requested the doc
tor to hand him pair of old blue cotonade trowsers
which were hanging on the back of the only chair IN
the room. The doctor did so, and the unfortunate IN
valid. punging his wan yellow hand into his trow-
sers' pocket drew forth bill. and informed the doc
tor that hed bet him a cool So, and go another 50
better. that he pouldnt die he'd be id u he
sc0uldg'
The doctor left, and the man survived.