Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1866-12-29


tits dreadful thing to be old and
poor, and have no home; but there is a
deeper depth of human calamity than
this. 1t is to have, in addition, an old
age of wasting, wearing sickness, which
is often supinrducd by that constant de-
preston of mind which attends the -on-
sciousness of being alone and friendless
and in want. One of the very best
means ofavoiding IN old age of desti-
tuition and bodily suffering is to cultivate
while young all benevolent and generous
feelings of our nature, never by any pos
sibility allowing any opportunity to pass
of betriending fellow traveller as we are
passing along life's journy, for sooner or
later the reward will eome-the reward
of happy heart and ofttimes comfort
able provision for declining years.
In l8l2a wounded soldier was laying
helpless on the plains of Chalmette, a few
miles below New Orleans. A youth
passing that way knelt by his side, in
quired as to his wants, conveyed him to
shelter, remained with him until he was
able to leave for his home in the city.
Nearly halfa century later the wounded
soldier died But old Judah Touro never
forgot the youth who helped on the battle
field, and left him $4,000 in money be
sides some duties to perform which even
tually yielded Mr.. Shepherd 100000
more
While living in New Orleans, about
the year 1850, poor young doctor, with
a large family and small practice, often
came into my Office. He was always
courteous always kind, and always sad;
and who could be otherwise when anx-
iety for to morrow's bread for wife and
children is always pressing on the heart?
But there came letter one day, with the
English post mark, making inquiries for
certain young American doctor, who
had befriended an English gentleman
during long and dangerous attack of
sickness in New Orleans number of
years before. This grateful gentleman
had died and left our poor young doctor
large estate.
Ten years ago and less, there lived in
the city of New York clergyman whose
name and memory are sacred to thous-
ands of greatful, loving revering hearts.
He has not been dead long he will never
die out of the holy affections ofthe peo-
PIC bSlOIS NlOill uS III NtHl
out SO many years. Among his people
there was one man, and he was of large
wealth who seemedto make il his special
business as it was his highest happiness,to
see that revered pastor wanted nothing.
1t did not spring up in May, and die long
before December came, but through weeks
and months and long years it was always
the same; ineessant, perennial, gushing up
always like never failing spring.
The pastor died; his loving watcher, by
no fault of his own, failed for almost
millions; any recovery was absolutely
hopeless. The grief that pressed him
was the loss of ability to help the help
less. Men looked on and wondered, and
began to question if Providence would
let such man come to want in bis gray
hairs. But there was an eye upon him.
Aman of great wealth said: 'He must
not suffer who cared SO well and so faith
fully and long for my old minister.
He just tha man want to attend to my
estates, and shall have all he asks for as
compensation for his services. i)
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