The Carrollton sun. (City of Carrollton, Parish of Jefferson, La.) 185?-1???, 1860-09-29

were! Awful, sir, and never want to
see sight like it agin.
I'VE all felt bad-for poor Jesse
hadn't never said a harsh word to one
of us, and he'd bore many an insult.
we couldn't sec through it when he
were living. but used to cal, him weak
headed and tame covey;' and as he
lay there in his coffin, there Game 81
different feeling over me, sir, YOU may
depend upon it. Oh! if I'd heared
then to the lesson that was telling Of nie,a
if I'd only listened then to the voice Of
God speaking as it were, from the lips
of that crushed dead body, I'd saved
myself many day Of sufferin' many
an hour Of torment. But I didn't
we walked to the grave, and 1 tail
ye it touched even hard fellows like Us,
to see. that young widder with her
little child IN her arms, foller close to
the coffin--neyef crying, only holding
her head down IS if 1T were heavy
bowed with sorrow to keep it up.
Well. we had a talk at the grave by
thas same parson as we'd treated so
badly. e don't know Nhat his good
words would done ID after days.. If Il
hadn't been a leader IN wickedness, q
hs4er Of pious people, and every thtngI
that had TO do with rel igion--a wicl
swearing worthless sinner. I say ii to
my shame, I don't boast, sir Gaa
fffofbid. / wish I could shut out Of H.
Thoughts, all the years of my life that
I amt spent piously. Aat God.
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well, sir-his wife--the poor young
thing, took the death sadly t<baarts
They said the shock had Been toa
sudden, dried up all her teaf
She never cried on't-only Lam
and pined, grew thinner and whiifas aifd
died just three months after poor j essa
That was how the little boy esze s
little boy-came to be an orphan, sir.
S'Well, we all determined to take care
of the little one, and so we cast lots
every month to see which should
have the maintenance of him. 1t used
to como to me pretty often, but l done
it willingly, sir. because 1 considered
I'd been hard to the man-hard to poor
Jesse.
The boy was pretty, sir, but he didn't
grow much. You sec he hadn't no
mothers Tore to thrive on. The women,
they thought they did well by him,
but they sort o. hustled him, and he
wanted something different, coming of
delicate stock, / don't s'pose moth
ing, sir, can give a child that feeling
that having somebody to love and call
mother does-no, not all tho cossetin'
in the world, by strangers.
We'll, the years passed, and the little
fellow began to be handy in the mine.
1t seemed pity to see him begin that
| hard sort o. life, but then we are not
| able to take care Of more than one
helpless hand, and there was plenty
young as he was down there. But he
was SO different from all tho rest of the
children. He looked, for all the world,
| before he could get the grim in his
| face, like the gentleman's child, sir.
His skin was like the shells you some
times see with a little red tinge on 'em,
and he had his mothers large brown
eyes, and his fathers curly hair; and,
then, he was so slim-like and girlish.
But he had spirit beyond his strength,
and gloried in his work.
Things were going on about asHsuaf,
except that | was harder dswnen relf-
gion than ever. The soft feelings
wore off my heart, aua think hated
whst was pioua wssse, nor before.
Our Sundays was treinin' daYs;-,Dfhing
good--everything evil, just as evil as
? evil could be.
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