The Hillsdale standard. [volume] (Hillsdale, Mich.) 1851-1909, 1854-10-10

Gates oelieI III 'opifituai lSapplDgs. we are
infdels ms to its spiritual origen, but it is good
story, and woll and naturally told
Communication from .ve,csboy who died of
Cholera, last Fourth of July, TO Hon. John
". Edmonas, late Justice Of the Supreme
Court.
West Rockbury, July 25, 1854.
One day, while setting in my room reading
letters to my family, my daughter became in
fuenced quito unexpectedly, and began by
saying: "Hurrahl hurrah! am out of them
dirty streets of Now York
/ did not keep notes of this interview, and
can therefore only state few things generally
about it. He sal he was a newsboy in New
York, and his anne was Tim Peters; that
he had died since the last 4th Of Jolly, of chole-
ra, and was about twelve years old that his
father had been run over by a railroad car;
that he was man of incorporate habits; that
his mother had survived him awhile in feeble
health, aud ho had one brother about ten wears
old.
lie said many things which showed me that
he was familiar with the localities noar the
upper end of Nassau street, and his shrewd-
ness, his slang terms and his manner of speak
ing were particularly characteristic of the class
OF Toys TO which he said he belonged. And
he spoke of men and boys with whom he had
beon thrown in contact, in a manner so na,u-
raj as to carry conviction that he was what he
said l!o was.
Theie was n keen shrewdness of thought,
a reckless-dovil maycare manner and love
of fun about him tina, can bee seen in foil com.
bination only in them. lIo sometimes swore
but Immediately checked himself, and said
that his mother (who WAS with him) told
him he must not talk so. He said he had seen
mo when was Judge, aud had read my let
tor of last August. He had sold more Her.
aids with that in it than usual. | asked him
if no noticed what effect it had on those who
read it. He said, II have seen fcller sitting
OH a hydrant. who said he liked that feller
who opened his jaws, and dared to say what he
thought and not like -. who was afraid of
having pins stuck in him
This is only part Of this interview, but it
ia enough to show the character of ii. But in
tho course of it he said that he wanted to give
his history, and have me write it down and
publish it in tho Sacred Circle, so that tho
ncwsbnys might see it for it would do 'em
good ] told him | would soon give him an
opportunity.
We were then called to dinner, but in the
afternoon hc came again, and gave mo his his
tory which | wrote down as no went along
nearly in the following words:
He began as before, ina joyful, cheerful
tone:
Hurrah! burrah!
Say! that light hurts this ere girls eyes,
The medium was sitting facing the window.
You know as told you before, my namo is
Tim licters. Well, my mother was good
respectable woman, and worked at sewing when
gal. she says. Dad was q day-laborer-I
didn't know that. but mother says SO. Goly!
why didn't he stick 10 ili
Dad worked at that over so long after he
hitched horses with Mother, and was his old
est boy. Well Igrowed up long side my broth
er, ard wo had a jolly good time when little,
mother says. Mother was American, father
was English.
Well father took to drink, like a darned set
OF other folks, and went head over heels down
bill as fast as he knew how. Mother got sick
and worn out and got TO feeling bad.
When dad used to come homo she dreaded
TO speak to him. He would come ,umbling in
TO tho house, cutting us here and there, and
swearing at mother, and sho used to cry.
One day came in and seen her crying, and
says, "Well marin, what do you feel so bad
about!' She cried and said, "Tim, my boy,
your father is worse and worse; he has taken
everything from us, and IL he don't take care,
ho will take me from you. And Tim, I hain't
got cont in tho house to get breakfast with
for to- o-morrow."
WELL says I, mother wipe your peppers:
Ill bo supporting on you. mother you ain t
got two boys for nothin'; just say how can go
ahead, and Ill be doin somethin'.'
So she ups with her apron and wipes her
eyes, That was an awful cold night. Oh mer-
cy! I'd heard mother say, whom she was n
gal if farmers wanted rain, they prayed in moe
tin for it; so when went to bed, / down on
my bonders and asked for SHOWS, and some
how or other snow come. So tho next morn
| borrowed next-door ncighbors shovel, and
went along the street hunting 'snow.jobs,' as
the boys call il. got one. 'Hurrahr says ],
now you are set up in business, you're in for
Il, Tim So pockets my money and trudges
homo. Says ], Mother, here's your money.
Well! declare if she didn't make mo feel soft
as girl warnt no moro boy-'kase sho
went 10 crying again.
We'll says /, 'mother,T didn't pray for rain
last night. You melt me all down mother;
feel all gone.'
Well she smiled. and says, Tim my 10y,
wat'll we do when this is goncr
Well says mother, give me half o. that
and III buy some papers. and start in business
myself
asked him how much the half was-ho
said fvcpencc. Twas better than nothing;
'twould buy loaf OF broad anyhow.
Well golly pitched down Fulton street, in
vested my stock in papers. Twas the Snn.--
You can got lots of 'em for that. I got six for
fvcDeuce and thov truete1 me for fhroe fooro