The Davenport gazette. [volume] (Davenport, Scott Co., Iowa) 1841-185?, 1849-04-26
rrLrAL AFFECTION OF AN IRISH IDIOT.

And when the stream Oeklno rolf
We gain the world and lose the soul.
rILrAL AFFECTION OF AN IRISH IDIOT.
In tho retired village Of Bally nifty, there
lived . poor widow whose name was Jacobs.
Shs VS. decent, sober, and industrious,
much beloved by her ne'ghbors, and uni
VERBALLY respected By the higher orders Of
society. This woman had three sons, oil
''boru Naturals;" handsome fellows they
were sinsularly vell made, and finely pro.
possiossd, good tempered, gentle, and what
vas very distressing, painfully alive to
their infirmity. They hsd been sen,
to school, but had not the power Of ncqui-
ring either reading or writing. One Of
them had Z taste for, or rather love Of
drawing; and would sit Tor hours on his
mother's neatly sandcd noor, skctching
With piece Of stick, trees and rivers, hut,
shove oil, angels. Whenever bis mother
was sick, he would draw her, with pair II
moustsous wings, that she might, he said,
''she easier fly TO God !" indeed, all bis ideas
and feelings were directed hcavenwnrd; he
would cit outside the dor for hours on
moonlight night, calling the NOM "God's
big csndlc," aud the stars "God's little
candles" Another, the Youngest, ] be-
lieve, was celebrated oil over the country
% stone mason; no had picked up the
bosiness without receiving any instruction;
and whenever be could DO got to work
would do wonders; but no earthly power
could induce him to be industrious for more
them fortnight at time. "Larry, wnnt
you 10 build me WALL" allow big, your
honori" II will tell you when you come"
"Csn't build the wall unless it's done in
fortnight. Can't work tor more; nll ihs
brains 20 out Of my head every fortnight,
yer honor" avery we'll, Larry; for the
fortnight be IT," "And yen give me new
blanket Tor my mother, yer honor?" "Ycs,
Larry; end a new gown" "Ah, sh! God
bless yer honor: new gown without a
taste of orange in il. Thank yer honor;
may We never want blanket nor new
gown" Then he would rush into his moth
er's cabin, dance over all the pictures hi.
brother had been skc,chipg on the sandcd
floor, hurra, jump, givclnseto all noisy dem
oussrasions Of JOY, kiss his poor parent. tell
hes Of the treasures he had secured, 60 III The
next morning 10 his work, remained fixed
1t il for the exact fortnight, receive the s,ip.
ulaied clothes for his mu,her no payment.
only accepting twopencc in money 10 bu.
gingerbread; he set of to the country town
TO purchase his cakes the next morning.
and then vamblcd, almost without covering.
through the woods and mountains lor about
. week he would then return home, md be
quite ready for another iortnighs's employ.
ment.
Those three young men were singularly
attached TO their mother. She would often
say, "My poor foolrh boys aro better TO me
than many wise children; they never cross
or contradict mo in anything, they bring
mo oil they get, and have wit enough I'd,
she good and keep from the bad." Thi-
was oil true. But sorrow came upon them.
The widow died. and was hurled. Some
time sfier there wns grcnt CONSERVATION in
the neighborhool; for tho snnc,i,y of 'hc
grave had been viola,ed-thc widow Q
dead BODY stolen. No trace Of il could be
discovered, and the occurrence wns ncarl,
forgotten, when poor Larry, who never
either sung or worked after his mothers
death, soon refused food, and ,nok 10 his bed !;
end tie artist brother wns often occupied
in sketching his head, with huge wings q,
The back; . sort Of preseniment Of his death
appeared to occupy the mind ii this Young
man, for, when not drawing, he would sii
opposite Larry. now worn 10 skeleton,
and hum some oiihe wild ballads they used
to sing together. Many of the poor neigh
hoss, with tho characteristic humanity Of
their country, used 10 visit and attend TO
the comfort ofthe poor stoac.mason, VIII"
wss every where favnriie; At last, he WIS
given over. and tho parish priest paid him
. visit. 1Your'c not goir' 10 take me from
my molhsri" said Larry, fechlv. "1'nke
70 from Your mother? Oh, no! nv poor EEL
low. No! yon are going To her hope."
n know ! sm." replied the un,ursl, "if you
lot mo alone but you put her in holy ground,
where you would not pus the foil! And
tho fool knew that. and stole his mother
away, aod put her under the old beach tree
in The hollow, where she il now and where
Jenny will put his poor brother Larry"
j was Ill true; the remains "f the widow
Jscohs had beep stolen awav BY her affrc.
tomato son. who labarrd under the impress.
inn that because he was ftnl, they would
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