The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1865-04-12
The South, BY a Norther.

NohieucIuc ihniiy, Wnen, suddenly, he
was confronted by venerable figure in
rags, soliciting aims
"Out of my path, wretch !" calculated
the naughty Virginian, impatiently and,
tossing two thousand dollars az, OOO) to
the unfortunate mcndicant, he attempted
10 pass OF.
The starving beggar was about to give
way, and had drawn near the barrel
which he carried on a wheel-barrow, for
the purpose Of adding to its contents the
pittance just received, when the small
amount Of the latter seemed to attract his
attention for the first time, and again he
threw himself in the way of the misery
aristocrat
"Moses Faro" he muttered in tones of
profound agitation, ''you have sheds full
(SO0000000O of Southern lucre, while
one poor barrel full $4,000 must supply
me for whole day; yet would not ex-
change places with a man capable of in
sulting honest poverty, rs you have done
this night"
The proud Virginian felt the rebuke
keenly; and as he stood, momentarily ST.
lent, in the presence Of the hapless victim
of penury, he remembered that he had,
on that very morning, willingly given his
youngest son five thousand dollars (S5,-
OOO) to purchase kite and some mar
bles. Greatly stricken in conscience, and
heartily ashamed of his recent meanness,
he turned to the supplicant and said,
kindly -
''Give me your address, and to-mcr-
row morning / will send you a cart full
(0OW Of NEAR 8. would give you more
now, but I have only sixty thousand dol
lars (S60, 000) about me, with which TO
pay for the pair Of boots l have got
on"
"Moscs Faro" responed the deeply af-
fccted paupcr, 'your noble charity will
enable Inc to pay the nine thousand dol
lars 80, OOO) owe for weeks board
and now let me ask, how goes our sacred
cause 7"
"Never brighter" answered the veal
thy Confederate, with enthusiasm. ''We
have succeeded to-day in forcing five
more cities through the Yankee lines, and
are dragging three whole Hessian armies
to this city"
"Then welcome poverty for while
longer" cried the bcggar, pathctically;
and 80 great was his exuberance of spirit
at the news, that he resolved to spend
five hundred dollars (S50O for a cigar
In honor thereof.
Mr.. Faro walked thoughtfully on
toward his residence, bordering earnestly
the words he had listened to, and astonish-
cd to find how easily rich man could
give happiness to n poor one. After all,
Thought he, there is more contentment in
poverty than in riches. Show me the
rich man who can boast the sturdy light
ness Of heart inspiring that hacknied
rhyme, tho
CAROL OF THE CONFEDERATE BEGGAR.
Though but fifty thousand dollars
BE the sum of all own,
Yet I'm merry with my begging,
And I'm happy with my bone;
Nor with my brother beggar
Does my heart refuse to share,
Though thousand dollars only
BE the most have to spare.
am shabby in my seven
Hundred dollar hat of straw,
And my dinners but eleven
Hundred dollars in the raw;
Yet hold my head the higher,
That it owes the halter least,
And my scanty crumbs are sweeter
Than the viands Of feast.
Humming to himself this simple lay Of
contented want, Mr.. Faro reached his
own residence, gave eighty dollars (SSO)
to little boy on the sidewalk for black
ing his boots, and entered the portals of
the hospitable mansion. His wife met
him in the hall, and, as they walked to-
gether into tho parlOr, he noticed that
her expression was serious.
slave you heard the latest news,
BIosesi'' she asked.
"No," returned the naughty South
erner.
SWELL" said the lady, 'just before
you came in, / gave Sambo hundred
and twelve dollars (Sll2) to get an eve
ming paper, which says that the Confed-
crate government is about to seize all the
money in the country, to pay the SOL
diers."
A gorgeous smile lit up the features of
the chivalric Virginian, and he said: -
"Let them take both my sheds tull
(SO00000000); let them take it all =
Sooner than submit, or consent to be Re-
constructed, / would give my very life,
even, for the sake of the Coniedcracy !"
Mrs. Faro still looked serious.
''AIoses," she said, with quivering lips,
shave you not got, hidden away some.
where, twenty shilling gold piece 49,.
5OO,OOOp
Ghastly pale turned the proud Confed'
crate, and he could barely stammer,
"Ye-ye yes"
"Wcll," murmured the matron, ''itl
the gold they intend to take, / reckon
That was enough. Franiically tore
Mr.. Faro INTO the street desperately
raced he to the city limits; madly flew
he past the pickets and sentinels swift,
secured he down the Boynton Planl
Road. A Yankee baYonet was at hi
bosom.