Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1857-08-13
au Qriglnal gtary.
Written for the Times.
DAVID MORTIMORE;
Or,
REALITIES IN SHORT CHAPTERS.
BY JUNluS..

PROLOGUE. Reader, were you ever poor?
Were you ever dependent upon the labor of
your own hand and the sweat of your own
brow for your bread? Were you ever look
ed at with eyes of burning hate, because for
tsoota you aspired to responsibility and hon
esty amid your poverty? Did you ever re-
ceive the cold shoulder, and have persons
turn from you because your coat was faded
or your hat seedy? Did you ever have your
female cousin turn up her delicate nasals,
because you had the appearance of a laborer?
Did you ever 60 to church, the house Of God, !,
and feel as though you were an outcast from
society because the friendly hand was with
held from you and no cheering voice met
you with ''good morrow D until your old
minister came along and greeted you kindly?
Reader, did you ever feel all this or any of
it? Ifso, you can feel for the hero of our
narrative as yon read his trials, though but
poorly painted by your humble servant.
CHAPTER I.
David Mortimore was born on the 8th of
May, 1S-, in fourishing little town not
a thousand miles from B. He was
born in spring, when all nature was bloom
ing out in freshness and life The flowers
were peeping from out their winter coverlets,
and the birds of spring were warbling away
in the woods The face of nature looked
gay and the fields smiled in JOY around
Everybody said David was born for a life
Of joy and happiness that the May of life
was open to him from his first moment, and
all wished him great pleasure in life and
prayed for his future welfare. He was said
by every one to have the finest head ever
given an infant, in their recollection, and
praise unbounded was spoken Of the new
born. 1t is perhaps necessary for us to men
ton, in this connection, that Mr. Mortimore,
though not rich, was well-to-do in this
worlds goods. He was rising rapidly in the
world, and everybody said Mr. Mortimore
was an estimable, worthy man. He was ac-
cumulating money and gave largely to the
church and charity as he came in possession
of wealth. He was, in fact, very good
man.
But, bye and bye, the scene changed A
money panic strikes terror through the land ,
and Mr.. Mortimore feels it to the extent of
all his wealth and future prospects. He is
found to be entirely ruined-penniless. He
no 1otiScl Hao OuSu1 W give VI tHe cHufcu
no longer he moves in the higher circles of
society-aye, no longer is he good man.
The World forsakes him-his friends forsake
him-his relatives no longer claim relation
ship with him, and last, though not least,
his churchmates forget that such man as
Mr. Mortimore exists. He is no longer a
useful member of the church-he sinks in
obivion-he dies, and is forgotten, save by
that widow and orphan boy, now the sole
support of his mother, though but twelve
years of age: and here, for the present, we
will leave them.
| CHAPTER III.
IzReligious .Notice-The Rev. Mr.. c..
OF -- Church, will deliver missionary dis
course at Church, on Sunday morning next,
and take up collection and subscription for the
benefit of the Sandwich Island Mission.
The above notice was posted up in all
conspicuous places about the village, and
! hearalded abroad through the surrounding