Nashville patriot. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1858-1860, 1860-03-28
Disconsolare widow.

After nine miles of the most lonesome.
drearv, and billy road that ever mortal man
travelled, came in sight of what supposed
10 be the widows honse. It was a low
cabin, at the foot of a hill, with a tremend-
Gus oak in front OF it. / saw some one sit
ting under the tree. and. as approached
nearer, | discovered it was woman with
her face buried in her hands and weeping
violently. As soon as reached the spot
l addressed her somewhat in the following
words:
II do not wish TO be Impairment. madam,
but feel some concern to know what is the
matter with yon?"
30 fBool hoo-eel oohi no, mel Hoo-oo. hoo
hooi
MY deal madam, what is the matter,'' l
demanded, becoming concerned. at the man
ner in which she was acting. She kept up
her agony of distress, while a group of six or
seven children began to come from t
neighboring bushes and gather close about
her. MADAME cried I. sin the name of all
that's good, tell me what ails your
80, etrangerl" she exclaimed. raising her
eyes, bloodshot with weeping 'smy boo-hool
bus oo-hand is--boo hoo-deadi, aud
again she relapsed into her ft of weeping
was truly affected by the poor woman's dis
tress, and thong poor sinner myself could
not refrain from offering he some consola-
ton.
MY dear maSan, do not give up in dis
tress. Heaven has promised to be "a husband
10 the widow, and u father to the fatherlrss.
Cheer up, my good woman. the cloud may be
dark but the sun will eventually dissipate.
You may have to labor hard for your chill
dren, but Heaven will aid youi''
That arn't nothing. stranger!" exclaimed
the womln; las fur the children, han't got
but seventeen, an / can sport them easy
enough. Heaven mOut be nv husband, and
| has no doubt he'd make a mighty good hus-
band; but want sure nuff husband. a real
live one like my poor John was afote he died
poor John-poor John! o, me!-hoo-boo,
ee.ee!n
When listened to this speech there was
something so absolutely and purely original
in its ridiculous ideas that | could not help
laughing at the mOurner. As soon as pos
s.ble l recovered myself and changed my tao
tics.
We'll, ma'am," said, "if that's all, for
heaven'~ sake don't give yourself any trouble.
there are plenty of men in the world surely
yon can get another husband"
II mout get another husband, stranger, but
obi couldn't find nary mother like John
poor John-pOor JOhn-Oh, mel boo. hoo eel'
What was there remarkable about him,
ma am? II he was uncommonly likely, there
are plenty of handsome men leii in the world.
IL he was an extraordinary strong man.
know of some giants in strength. Was he
good, nd, gentle, there are still such on
earth Was be man of extraordinary intel
lect. wisdom or generosity, depend upon it,
there are others to equal bin GA Carbide
pend upon it. that no matt.r what extra gift
be may have possessed. with patience and
diligence you may find another To smooth the
rough way of life for you, and fill the vRcan-
cy which dstresses you So"
20, slrangeri" returned the woman. Il
know it's your kind. rartedness that makes
you speak SO, but faint worth while; John
wasn't nothin' extraordinary, none o. them
things as you speak Of. But still never, no
neverI know | never kin lind the likes OF
John again on yuih? o, John! poor Jobnl-
poor joint boo-hoo-et!"
swell. madam, have guessed till am
tired. What was there about John So re-
markahe?o
'-Markbul?'' she exclaimed, "wby, siran-
ger. John was the best fiddler on yuih. How
he'd lay back behind bis fiddle and roll his
beautiful red head about from side to side, as
he played Sugar in the Gourd.' Pig in de
Taiur Patch ole Dan Tncke.' an all them
'tunesf Just 10 think Itha'nt been month
since be sit rite here under this tree and
play ed for me while got mp and danced this
way to that good old tune,
och she wouldn't an she couldn't an she wouldn't
come at al,
TIE um tum dhaIe dun doodle addy daylp
And here the woman jumped up aud cut
two or three very difficult steps half way be-
tween the pigeon wing aud the old Virginia
backst, p-xhile she sang the above tune;-
then failing, she screamed in all the agony of
distress,
"And now he's gone! deadi O, mel"
gazed at abe woman for one moment. and
then told her knew some very good iddlers.
Sha ;tnruadiafeiv hpcame calm and lookinU
up into my face with an inquiring glance, she
said:
Stranger, maybe you is fiddler; I'll go
an git Jnhn's fiidlel'
Aud OF she started for the housei As soon
as she was out of sight, / stuck spurs 20 my
horse.
Few can understand the depth of such feel
ing as that