Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1853-06-01

at all hours. Here is one in point:
arrived late one winter evening at my owl
door, after hard days toll. With what feel
inc of relaxation did | divest my feet of heavy
boots set them smoking at the fire, and then re
gale them in easy slippers! Then wrapping a
bout me soft padded gown, with what luxury
did fall back in my armchair, peruse the daily
paper, and sip cup of teal Now said |, 'thc
labors of the day are over. A storm is brewing
out of doors. hope that nobody will come here
tonight If they do, won't CO. Let them g
after Bogardus. | won't immediate myself fer any
body. 1t is unreasonable. With that | pulled
down my ledger and made note Of the days Wis
its, one half of which were to poor houses, negro
huts, and Irish 'shantees. As to this class they
loved me like brother. and their confidence in
me was unbounded. They sent for me if theiI
bones ached, or if their corns hurt them, and
went with all speed, though sometimes had oc-
casion 10 scold them Before retiring for the night
| opened the outer door, as was my custom, TO see
the state of the weather 1t was a tremendous
night The moon shone palely, but the wind
blew hurricane. 1t rained, it hailed, it showed,
it bowed. thought again of the poor mariners
on the coast, and with silent prayer for them,
and all houseless, unprotected ones, | closed the
door and went to bed. had just recovered from
the shivering sensation of cold sheets, and become
conscious of grateful warmth while that delight
ful drowsness which borders on sound sleep stole
over me, when there came knocking, inpatient
ly repeated, enough to wake the dead God
bless ne!' groancd out, crawling out Of bed and,
putting up the sash, what do you want?'
Doctor, want you to come right straight away
off to Banks His child's dead.'
Then why do you come q
He's p'isoned. They gin him laud'num for
paregoricky.'
How much have they given himP
'Dono. A great DEAL Think he won't get O.
yer it,
when did they give Ito him?'
This arternOon.'
'Why didn't you come sooner? How do you
think | am to go two miles on such night =
Have you brought wagon?'
MOP
Then won't 90. Tell them To- and
having prescribed hastily out of the window, clos
ed the sash and went back to bed. But the howl
ing wind and rattlng sleet against the panes had
not that soothing effect which they have to one
! who lies snug and warm and irresponsible in his
couch. What said |, if that child should die
through my neglect! VIII it absolye me from
lcriminality because the parents are poor! Will
90. must With that leaped out again, kin
died match, and went down into my office Not
choosing TO wake my man Fiummery or to disturb
my old horse, who was craunchlng his OATS and
housed for the night, took my stick and set out
to walk. The sn0w-water went through my shoes
like i sieve my neck and bosom were instantly
covered with sleet. Nevertheless, had some hui
morous thoughts while breasting the storm, and
composed Latin distich by the way. | had just
got the last foot of the pentameter correct, when
| my own foot struck against something which look
ed like black log. On scrutiny, by the light OF
the moon, found it to be my old patient, Jimmy
'Timmons, apparently sound asleep, with his be-
loved rum-jug by his side in vain shook him to
make him aware Of his situation, and see If the
spirit had left his body. | shook the rum-jug, but
| there was no spirit there, not drop. Jimmy s.
says l. wake up No answer. then kicked
him. but he bore it if he had been used to kicks.
He is dead said |, and passed on to the next
house. There, while opening the gate, was
fiercey attacked by stout bulldog and while
keeping him of, and fighting my way up to the
house, the master came out in his shirttail with
loaded gun. Don't you know me p said !, as he
examined the printing; 1T is the DOCTOR
Souls alive!' responded ne; 4 thought it was
thief! Pm glad you spoke when you did. Ina
minute more should have popped you over, Doc.
Sorry to do that. My son Johns got the fever
aig. Here Bull Bull, Bul. Bull !-g'home Sir =
'Timmy TimmoRs,' said |, lis lying out in the
lane, drunk or dead, don't knew which dead
drunk. at any rate. He must be looked aller.'
wait till put on my breechcs. Whata wun-
nerful night! Won't you cOme in and git warm 2
No get on your breeches, and make haste
Guy when first heered you. thought it was
Lawrence comm to break the house. He's a
desput fellow. So gets up and looks out o. the
window aud then went into the corner TO find
my gun, and i'll didn't-
Come, come do you waRt-
TO get the rheumatic No, don't. Hold on,
Doctor be down in one minute
We returned to the concealed I'immnns. My
coadutor took up the jug, shook it. and said, Not
a Drop He then smelt it.
1T is rum said |, the cause of all this misery
! No. Doctor, not ali rum, there's been little
n,olaSSeS into this Jug, by the smell OF it,
Lift him up said |. He did so, and carried
his burthen home, where brought Jimmy to life.
now trudyed on upon my original errand, ho-
ping to save another life more valuable than that
of Timmons. Arrived at the house, perceived
it shut up as if Theoretically sealed. Not light
was to be seen | knocked at the door, but no
answer, L anu ut'i"9' "
cap appeared from the chamber window, and a
woman's voice sgueakod-o oct, Who's therep
The Doctor, to be sure said | you sent for
him. What the dogs is the matter?'
.Oh, it's no matter, Doctor. Ephram's better.
We cot little sheered, kind of. Gin him laud'
nun. and he slept kind o sound, but he's woke
up now =,
How much laud'num did he swallow
Only two Drops said she. ''Tant hurt him
none. H'unuerlul bad storm to-night'
buttoned my coat to my throat, turned upon
my heel, and tried 10 whistle:
Doctor DoctOrr
'What do you wantP
You won't charge nothin' for this visit, will
you?'
Now. as travelled back on foot, the moon be-
came ohscured, the driving seet blinded the eyes,
1 heard the Atlantic breakers booming and beam
ing upon the coast and with head down, like a
bulrush. arrived at my own door wet and dis
consoate, saving tomyself: That LITTLE PLANT
CALLED PATIENCE DOES NOT GROW IN EVERY
GARDEN
| o. A Paris paper relates that commisslonalrc,
living in house in the Rue Bergere, and who by
modesty and economy had accumulated rather
large sum for his position, was awoke by the noise
of some one moving near him, and on tlirnlng
round in his bed, saw tall man riiling his chest.
The thief on finding himself discovered, cried out
to tbe oStnnisbed crcunont nf the rOOm ssJf You