Jeffersonian Republican. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1840-1853, 1851-03-13
Extreme UnCliOn.

! noted Horse Jockey in Connecticut who had
by his profound knowledge of horseology and the
various arts adjacent thereto accumulated con
siderable property, was great hypocondriac anC
exaggerated very slight disorder that attacked hin
into dangerous disease. Some of his neighbors
were uncharitable enough to say that his cons
cience made him tremble at the slightest menace
of death. 1t is certain that whenever he was laid
upon his bed with Sickness he began straightway
to talk aloud OF his approaching dissolution, and
bore his friends and neighbors with querulous COM
plants. Once when sick, an old confederate, who
had travelled with him and aided him in despoil-
ing the Egyptians in every county of the state
called 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 others had previously employed, and instead
of prophesyng smooth things, he out-IIeroded He
rod in croakng over his friends maladies, and soon
pronounced him dying man. From time to time
he droped in, and so worked upon his feeling that
he soon brought the disease to a crisis
He called upon him the second day about noon,
and taking his sick friends wrist between his fin
gers, he shook his head mournfully, and with a
tear in his eye, he murmured-
Poor fellow, it will soon be over
This is hard Sam, said the sick professor of
horseology, and he groaned in bitterness of spirit
Hard enoughr said Sam. Just as you have got
this nice farm all paid for Your boys'll raise the
devil with it when you are gone.
'Oh-ohr
what is the matter 2
'Oh such pain shot though me!
'Hain't you got anything your mind that you
want to say-pretty soonH 2 That last horse yCu
sold for colt, was as old man, you know
'Oh no, Sam, I've nothing to say that is, I've
got so much to say that it is no use to try Sam :!
What 2
Cant you-can't you pray for me =
well, it's something that ought to be done and
| think I'll try
Sam knet down, and the sick one covered his
head with the blanket and fairly writhed in agony
of soul. Sam began, keeping one cornor of an
eye upon the bed.
'Oh 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 blankeD is
now desrous of throwing the snuff in his makers
face (sick one peeps out) He lies here broken
down nag spawned, ring g-boned and heavy, and thou
knowest that he has raised the hardest colts in this
neghborhood. blanket jerked down convulslve-
ly.) Thou knowest Lord that he has been one OF
the greatest liars, heightened color IN SICK man
face) and cheats (fsts doubled under the blanket(
and the d-dest horse-jockey that ever rotted
over thy footstoo
dts an internal lie. Won scoundrel = said the re-
viyinp patient. you're cussed sight worse than
ever could be = and he leaped from the bed
you cheated me twice yourself, you cussed hyp
ocrite !! roared the furious invaliC-and he fairly
turned his friend out OF doors.
The horse-iockey was abroad the next day, and
soon commenced sending his boys to school, and
reformed his own manner of life. He was chang
ed from the very hour that the prayer was made
at his bedside and lived and died better man
Yankee Blade.