The Democratic sentinel and Harrison County farmer. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1851-1852, 1851-05-28
The Jockeys Spiritual Adviser.

A noted horse Jockey in Connecticut, who
had, by his profound knowledbe of horseolo-
gy, and various arts and scidlces "adjacentt
thereto" accumulated a considerable prop
erty, was a great hypocondhac and exag-
gerated every slight disordeS that attacked
him into dangerous disease Some of his
neighbors were uncharitable enough to as
sert that his conscience made him tremble at
the slightest menace of death. 1t is certain
that whenever he was laid upon his bed with
sickness, he began to talk aloud of his APP
preaching dissolution, and bore his friends
and neighbors with querulous complaint.
Once when sick, and old confederate who
had travelled with him and aided him in des-
polling the Egyptians in every county of the
state, called in to see him. This friend
comprehended the nature of his complaint at
once, and requested the family to allow him
to manage matters in his own way for day
or two. He changed the tactics which 9TH
ers had previously employed, and instead of
prophesying smooth things, he out Headed
Herod in croaking over his friends maladies,
and soon pronounced him dying man
From time to time he dropped in, and so
worked upon his feelings that he brought the
disease to crisis. He called upon him the
second day about noon, and taking his sick
friend IS wrist between his fingers, he shook
his head mournfully, and, with tear in his
eye, murmured-
Poor fellow, it will soon be over
This is hard, Sam, said the sick professor
iof horseology, and he groaned in bitterness
,of spirit.
Hard enough!' said Sam. Just as you'v We
got the nice farm paid for. Your boys will
raise the devil when you're gone
'Oh-ohn
whats the matter?'
ooh, such pain shot through met
'Hain't you got anything on your mind
that you want to say pretty soon? That last
horse you sold for colt was as old as man,
you know
'Oh, no. Sam; I've nothing to say that is
I've got so much to say that it's no use to try!
SamP
fWhat?'
Cant you--can't you pray for me-?
well, it's something that ought to be done,
and | think I'll try
Sam knelt down, and the sick one covered
his head with the blanket and fairly groaned
in agony ofsoul. Sam began-keeping one
corner of an eye on the bed,
% Lord, thy servant that's now lying
sick on the bed, having burnt out the candle
of life in the service of the devil (groans from
the blanket) is now desirous of throwing the
snuff in his makers face. (Sick one peeps
out. He lies here broken down nag, spav-
ined, ringboned, and heavy, and, thou
knowcst he has raised the hardest colts in the
neighborhood, blanket jerked down con-
vulsively) Thou knowest, Lord, that he
has been one fthe greatest liars heightened
color in the sick mans face and cheats fist
doubled under the blanket and the d--dest
horse jocky that ever trotted over thy foot
STOOL .- ass srs
Its an internal lie, you scoundrel' said
the reviving patient. You're cussed sight
worse than ever could be- and he leaped
from the bed. You cheated me twice your
self you cussed hyp6crite!' roared the furious
invalid he fairly turned his friend out
| of doors. .f a lHat s
! The rse-jockey was abroad the next day,
and soon commenced sending his boys to
school, and reforming his own manner Of
life He was changed from the very hour
that the prayer was made at his bed side,
and lived and died better man. Yankee
Blade. as sa. #@'f a5 i'9' .s'