Demoine courier., 1855-07-12

Casting OF from Life's Mooripgs.

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with the sailor character. We give be-
low the death scene Of "Old Jenkins:"
Ia the course OF a few years. However,
the rheumatism tegan to play abou, the
jnints Of the old sailor. and his limbs
grew stiff, and he was no longer able TO
perform his duties on board OF the zach,
with his former aclivi,yi by and by, by
slow degrees. these pains and the con-
comilan. infirmi,ies Of age increased up.
on him, and the yacht had TO be given up
altogether. Then in the ample chimney
corner Of the servants hall, in his lord.
ships mansion, in winter, and on q seat
covered with an arbor, overlooking the
fisa.pond. which Lord Mordant had con-
siructej for his especial benef, in eum-
mer. the old man passed his walking
hcurs-tellipg his battles and adventures
By lAnd and flood over and over again
foi years-lntil al last he was confined
to his room-,hen TO his bed.
He fingered, however. fnr a long while,
and Lord Mordani, who had become
grea ly attached TO him. frequently spen,
an hour by his bedside. He was presen,
when the old man died. No one sup.
posed the last event was 90 near at
hand.
His lordship, upon entering the room,
asked Jack. as usual, how he fek.
81 am drifting ashore fast. your hon
or" was the reply. .Old Jack Jenkins
u soon be stranded in eternity"
keep your cour age, Jack" said his
lordship Il hope you'll be with US for
many a day yet"
No, your honor. The orders been
passed to slip old Jacks cable, and The
c~lais's already biued."
.'Can ] DO anything for you? Have
you everything you wish!"
ii should like a pipe of 'bacca. your
honor. III sse varmints Of servants
won, give i. me, though I've axed i.
twenty iimes-cos w~hy--,he doctor says
how its bad foi my cough.
TIE cough was plaguey bad last night,
your honor
Then Jack, | think they did righ, -
! Ou huoW tuC, " ioilOW thO ubECC
tons Of the physician"
"!All right, sir. don't blame 'en.-
never axed for a pipe these three
weeks ill yesterday. j know it's a sea
mans duty to obey orders; but when a
mans on his beam ends, and all The doc.
tors in The service can. set up his rig.
ging sgain-why, then, | thinks It's hard
TO ihwar, his humor. | shan't see day.
ligh, TO. morrow. sir. and should like
one pipe afore ] drops of the hook
May be 'bacca amt served out in the
other work."
Jack said this so earnestly. yet so
innocently, that his lordship. notwnh
standing tina, he saw the old man was
rapidly sinking. could scarcely iorbear a
smile, and he ordered the much coveted
pipe, which Jack smoked with much ap.
paren, pleasure. Then, laying i, aside.
he said: y
'Bacca and mes cut acquaintance,
your honor; that's The las, pipe old Jack
Jenkins ii ever smoke. Now, sir, please
to send for the parson, for the tides OBJ
bing fast, and al low water he soul Of The
old sailor u! take its departure for the un
seen world"
do you feel so very bad jack?" ask
ed his lordship, with great feeling ex.
pressed in the Tor of his voice.
: feels no pain sir; bu, | Knows Ina,
nv cables almost run out, the last tight
is close TO the hawser hole, ard there
amt no time TO spare. should like to
make my accounts all square before |
sheer off"
Lord Mordan. SEM Immediately for
the rector oil the parish, who soon arrived
q, the aobey, and was shown into the
old mans bedroom.
Lord Mordant would hare retired, but
Jack begged him 10 stay.
show do you find yourself now,
Jack!' said the clergyman, to 1hom the
old sailor was personally known.
Il am dying, your reverence-]yi ing
slipping away-quietly and comfort.
ably-but my glass 10 nigh run out"
"Shall ] read to you, or pray with
youi"
"Thank you kindly-you may-I
shall be glad to listen; bu, first l would
ike to ask your reverence a few ques.
TONS"
"What are they. Jacki Speak freely"
said the clergyman. "Is your mind a,
peace with the werldi DO you possess
the hope Of happiness hereafter?"
IL am perfectly comfortable that way.
sir-as comfortable as a man may we'll
be, who is passing, as l / have heard you
say. Through the valley OF the shadow
Of DEATH where all beyond looks hazy
through the spyglassF but there is one
thing troubles me sorely."
Then tell me wha. il 10, my good old
friend. and relieve your mind iron all
earthly cares"
"This aim, an earthly care your rever-
ence." feebly -eplisd the old man. whose
life was evidently now fast ebbing a.
way.
$50 much the better, Jack. 1t is well,
il at this awful hour you had been en-
abled TO forget all earthly cares. and to
turn thoughts entirely to that future.
whose mysteries Won are so soon to
solve. What 10 !, you would speak to
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